64. Declan
His eyes, which normally resembled dark storm clouds, were now pitch black like the midnight sky as his gaze bore down on me.
He was looking straight through me, which was a marked improvement from his recent looks straight past me.
He eyed me cautiously for several seconds until I moved over to the couch, making sure to choose the one that faced the window.
I chose that for a particular reason. Not only did the view from those floor-to-ceiling windows always make me feel like I was on top of the world, but I’d also be able to see the reflection of my lover.
He came up behind me and ran a hand through my hair, mussing it with his long fingers.
He worked the strands, tugging softly at my scalp until he tightened them and pulled my head back.
A moan escaped my lips. This man had the ability to make me moan out loud when no one else in my life had ever been able to accomplish that feat.
I stared up at him, watching his Adam's apple move up and down as he swallowed.
It brought my attention to those full and still swollen lips of his, which parted briefly before they quirked upward into a smirk.
“Seeing how eager you are to take this cock makes me want to toy with you, Declan.”
“Please don't. I need you like I've never needed you before, Brogan.”
“Oh, you're going to get every long goddamn inch of me.”
My lips parted this time as he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to mine.
Before I could do anything more than dart my tongue out, he pulled away as he released my head, then pushed it forward.
Although he stepped away, I knew what he was doing, so I gripped my hands over the top of the leather couch.
I also widened my stance knowing what was coming, and sure enough, he dragged the bottle straight down my spine and through my ass cheeks before pulling it away.
A shiver wracked me as he undid the cap and felt the warm fluid as he dribbled it between my ass cheeks. I clenched both of them, and my jaw, in anticipation of the moment when he’d thrust inside me. Whether with his fingers, cock, or even his tongue, I needed to feel some part of him.
“Don't play with me, baby.”
He chuckled, but I ignored it when I felt two fingers breach my ass.
He slipped them inside up to the first knuckle, then the second before he pulled them out and slowly thrust them back inside again to that same knuckle.
He repeated that action before adding a third finger.
This time when he pushed them inside, he thrust all the way to that sensitive spot inside of me.
I was already hard for him again, even though I’d just come a few minutes earlier. If he kept up what he was doing, I might come again before I ever felt this cock inside me. While I knew he wanted to make this good for me, which I appreciated, I needed him to take me without reservation.
In a way, I also needed him to punish me.
I know he’d said he’d forgiven me for what I’d done, but I still needed to feel his cock slam into me as he made my entire body buck and bow in pain.
I needed to writhe against him as he taught me a goddamn lesson.
I guess he was because right before I got ready to come, he withdrew his fingers.
I opened my mouth to protest until I heard the squeezing of the bottle and the sloshing sounds as he coated his cock with lube.
“Fuck, Brogan! I need to feel you inside me.”
“Get ready to open that ass up to me,” he replied.
My fingers tightened around the Corinthian leather, and moments later, his cock was nudged between my ass cheeks before he thrust in. I let out a groan when his large hand came down hard on one of them before doing the same to the other.
“You’re killing me, baby.”
“Just remember that you’re not allowed to die without me,” Brogan reminded me before he pushed forward. “Your ass feels so damn good, Declan. I love the way it opens up for me so beautifully. It's welcoming my cock home because being inside of you, buried balls deep, is home to me.”
“Brogan,” I groaned when he didn’t move.
He was so hard and long, and it had been a couple of months since we’d last been like this, but it felt like years.
It now almost felt like the first time when I’d never taken a man before.
I’d never even taken a finger before him, and it was just as good now as it was then, except I wasn't wracked with guilt, shame, or fear.
Instead, it was a burning desire to be owned completely.
I needed him to own me just as I owned him, and when his chin came to rest on my shoulder, his warm breath tickled my neck.
He slowly pulled out, then slowly pushed forward. “I'm not hurting you, am I?”
“No, and that's the goddamn problem. I need you to fuck me hard, Brogan.”
“I don't want to hurt you.”
“This is hurting me more than anything, but you're hurting yourself too. You know you want to punish me… to fuck me hard… to fuck me fast. I want and need you to do that, not just for me, but for you. For us.”
“You’re still healing, and—”
“Take out everything I’ve done to you on my ass. Don't stop until I've learned my lesson.”
His warm mouth skimmed over my neck, chin, and jaw until he reached my ear and bit down onto the lobe.
“You’re quite demanding tonight, Declan.
Maybe I should punish you by giving you none of what you're asking for. Maybe instead, I should just slowly fuck your ass, making sure not to give you what you need.”
“Please, don't. This is absolute torture.”
“And maybe torture’s what you deserve.” I trembled as his tongue licked the shell of my ear as he continued to hold my hips as he thrust in and out of me at such a slow pace.
“You’re a goddamn sadist,” I muttered under my breath.
“And you're my masochistic toy,” he responded.
“Yes, so please use me. I need you to punish me.”
“If punishment is what you want…” he said as one hand slid up to my throat, and he gripped it tightly before he dug his other hand into my hip. This time when he pulled out, he slammed back into me a little harder.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Fuck me just like that.”
“I'm afraid if I do then I’ll lose all fucking control. I don't want to physically hurt you. You were just in a car accident and haven’t been out of the hospital more than an—”
“If I would’ve had to stay there another damn night, I would’ve begged you to bend me over the bed and fuck my ass raw.”
“God damn, baby. That’s one hell of a visual. Last night as I’d slept beside you, I’d dreamed that I took your cock into my fucking mouth until I made you come, then I flipped you over and fucked you hard.”
“Make that dream come true,” I replied.
“Although you want to be punished, I want to leave the past behind. I don't want to be haunted or controlled by it anymore. I just want to look to our future.”
“What are you saying, Brogan?”
“I’m saying you don’t deserve a punishment, but since you're taking my cock so fucking well, maybe you deserve a reward.”
“Please,” I whispered.
“What my baby wants, my baby gets,” he said before biting down on my ear.
He thrust back into me, but this time, he didn't stop. He started to fuck me hard and fast, and each time, his cock slammed against the same spot he’d stimulated with his fingers.
I tried to focus on the view… on the night sky…
on anything. But all I could see were stars in front of my eyes, and not the ones outside the window.
My vision was going blurry, and my ass throbbed in the most delicious of ways.
He was grunting as his fingers tightened and released on my throat.
Brogan continued to grip my hips as he fucked me, but on occasion, he’d pull his hand away and slap the side of my ass, sending flames of burning fire rushing through me. I was quickly approaching the edge, so when he wrapped his hand around my cock, I nearly exploded.
“I'm not going to last much longer, and I don't want to come again without you. Please, I need you to fill my ass with your cum. It's all I want.”
Brogan picked up his speed, and the couch creaked on the tile below. Once or twice, I thought the whole damn thing might even topple forward, but I still gripped the leather, letting him take me exactly how he needed to. Several thrusts later, my name fell from his lips, along with a raspy command.
“Declan, come for me!”
I felt the warmth of his cum the moment I severed the final thread of my control.
The fire that’d heated in my veins rushed up my shaft, exploding in a release so much more intense than the one I'd had when his mouth had been wrapped around me.
My heart was racing, and my breaths were coming in shallow pants while my cock was still twitching.
It was only semi-hard at this point, but not Brogan.
I still felt every long, hard, throbbing inch of him as he filled my ass with his cum.
Finally, he pulled out, then slammed back inside me. “You’re to keep every drop of my cum in your ass, Declan. Since you want to be wasteful, I'm going to have to fuck it back inside you.”
My head dropped down low as he started to move again. This time, both of his hands gripped my hips, and he fucked me even harder and faster. This man was every fucking thing to me, and as he came inside of me again, my throat clogged with emotion.
“I love you so goddamn much, Brogan.”
He gripped my throat once more, then pulled my head all the way back before bringing his head down to mine. “I love you too,” he responded before fusing his lips to mine.
The kiss was no less brutal than the way he’d just fucked me. Instead of kissing me leisurely, he was now biting at my tongue, my lips, my chin, my jaw. His mouth was everywhere, and I reached up behind him to hold his head down enough to allow me to feast on him the same way he was feasting on me.
It didn’t last long before his cock slipped from my ass, and as he stepped back, I slumped forward and stared down at my cum, which coated the leather.
Beyond that, I realized I was hard again.
Fisting my dick in my hand, I gave it a few strokes.
Soon, he kneeled down behind me and placed his hands on my thighs and rubbed his cum all over my back hole, then dragged them down to my balls.
I widened my stance, groaning when he took one into his mouth, then the other. As he moved them around with his tongue, I started to stroke myself faster. Our combined efforts ramped me up so quickly, and just when I thought I might come, he pulled away from me.
“Turn around and stand up,” Brogan told me. I did as he asked, and once facing him, he kneeled down in front of my cock before swiping his tongue over the tip. When he pulled back, his tongue was still out and glistening from my cum. “Come on my mouth and my face.”
I stroked myself a few more times before I gave in and did exactly what he wanted.
Spurt after spurt of my release coated the top of his mouth, lips, chin, but mostly his tongue until every drop had been wrung from me.
Once it was, I ran my finger through one of the sticky trails and brought it to his lips.
“I love you so fucking much.”
“And I love you even more,” he said.
I smiled down at him even though the room was starting to blur a bit, and not just from my post orgasmic haze.
I felt the waning effects of the pain medication given to me at the hospital as it started to fade.
I winced once or twice, and as if Brogan realized I was experiencing some sort of pain, he jumped to his feet.
“Let's get you cleaned up and into bed so you can rest.”
“Y-you'll stay with me?” I stammered.
“There’s no place in this fucking world I'd rather be.”
He then led me into the shower, where he quickly washed the two of us off, then we settled into bed. As I lay there with my head on his chest and my hand drawing lazy figure eights on his hard flesh, another face entered my mind.
“Do you miss her?” I asked him.
“Who?” he said.
“Enslee…”
He sighed before answering me. “You know everything with her had started off as a game, but she'd worn me down. I was actually happy having her around, so I do miss her. And even after she’d recovered her memory, she still came back to help you find Layla for me.”
“If it hadn’t been for her, I would’ve never known where she was in Mexico. She’d been integral in helping us bring Layla back.”
“I wish it was as easy to bring Enslee back to us,” he said.
“What are you saying? Do you want what was once a game to become real?”
“I do if you want it,” he answered.
“I do want her because I fucking miss her.”
“We should get her back then.” Before I could say anything, he grinned at me. “I know just the way.”
“You do?”
“Yes, but we both need some rest right now. After we wake up, I'll tell you my plan.”
His arms tightened around me, and I smiled against his warm flesh.
Many people would say what the two of us were doing with each other was wrong.
They’d also say that what we wanted to do with Enslee was too.
Thankfully, I'd never focused on the opinions of others.
I'd only ever cared about what was in my heart. Right now, the biggest part was filled by Brogan, but Enslee had somehow claimed a piece of it for herself. The very thought of being with both people I loved made my heart nearly double in size. I closed my eyes, and soon the sound of our rhythmic breathing was all I heard in the room. It was the most beautiful of melodies, and the one that’d always calmed me the most. Within minutes, I was fast asleep.