Chapter 20 #3
He spits on my cock and then strokes the liquid down my length. Then I’m back in his mouth, and he begins to bob, his lips stretched wide.
I trace his mouth with one finger and then card my hands into his hair as I shove to the back of his throat. He gags, and tears sparkle in his eyes, but there’s also approval and an incredible heat there.
His expression says keep going, so I do, pushing in, feeling his big hands on my hips, guiding me. I’m safe in the knowledge that he’ll stop me if he wants, so I let loose in the way I do only with him.
I feel pressure and force my eyes open to watch as he slides his finger into his mouth alongside my dick. Then he withdraws it, and I rise up so he can shove a pillow under my hips. He immediately runs his finger over and around my hole, tickling the opening.
The tip pops in, and the pinch is sharp and immediate, but it’s so hot and so good, and I arch into it, forcing his finger deeper.
My feet are on his shoulders, my hips moving lewdly, and I watch, unable to turn away.
He’s lying between my spread legs, his head bobbing up and down, and his chin wet with spit.
Then he crooks the finger, rubbing deliberately over my prostate, and I move even more, frantically chasing the sensation again and again.
I cry out crossly as he pulls out, but he looks up at me and says in a wrecked voice, “Lube? Do you have any on you?”
It seems to take an age until his words reach my brain, and then I shake my head.
“I’ll see what I can find.” He kisses me quickly. “Don’t come without me.”
“Then don’t take too much time.”
He laughs and vaults off the bed, vanishing out of the door on his lube quest. I lie back on the mattress.
My body is humming with arousal, and I fist my cock, jerking myself gently but not enough to make me come as per his instructions.
When he reappears, his eyes flare. “Look at you,” he says approvingly. “Open your legs and show me.”
I oblige, and his face flushes as he looks at my hole. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes. He holds up a packet. “I’ve had to improvise.”
I look at it and start to laugh. “Butter? I’m not a crumpet.”
“If you were, you’d be the prettiest crumpet in the packet.”
“I’m not sure whether that’s wildly romantic or just weird.”
“Which gets you hotter?”
“Either. I’m a massive sexual pushover for you and I always have been.”
That earns me a kiss that’s both loving and exceedingly hot. It must be his superpower. Our lips separate, and he smiles at me. It’s very potent close up, and I tug him over me, winding my legs around him, savouring the heat and weight of him.
“I’m a pushover for you in all areas of life,” he says softly.
I kiss him, pouting when he pulls away again. “Where are you going?”
“We have a small problem.”
“Is it that you’re not inside me yet?”
He grimaces. “It could be connected. I haven’t got any condoms.”
“Shit.” I shake my head. “I haven’t got any either. I haven’t needed them for ages.”
He freezes and then says in a very carefully controlled voice, “You haven’t been using them?”
I release my dick. It seems odd to have this conversation if I’m wanking off. “No.” I hesitate and then say in a rush, “I haven’t had sex for a year.”
He blinks and goes very still. “You haven’t slept with anyone for a year?”
Before I’d have flared up at him, demanding he ignore that and not read anything into it.
I’d have flounced out, and he wouldn’t have seen me for a month.
So, I can understand his caution. But I don’t need to be that way with him now.
I just look at him and say quietly, “I haven’t slept with anyone since you vanished a year ago. ”
“Why?” he asks hoarsely.
“Because I knew I only wanted you and there wasn’t any point.”
There’s a startled silence, and then he moves, dragging me into his arms in a movement that is full of emotion and has none of his usual grace. “Thank you. Thank you,” he chants, pressing kisses into my skin.
I drag him close, squeezing him as hard as I can to try and convey how much I’m feeling. “No one was ever you,” I say fervently in a manner that will probably bring a blush to my cheeks tomorrow. “No one.”
He kisses me again, and I lose myself for a while.
I’m dimly aware of him opening me up. I want to make a joke about the butter, but I can’t focus on finding the words because my attention is on the swollen heat of our lips meeting, the tender strokes of his fingers over my body.
Then he rubs my prostate, and I’m abruptly back in the room listening to my cries that seem to drown out the sound of the sea.
“Yes, like that,” he says, his voice deep and gruff. I force my eyes open and study him between my legs. His face is flushed, and his hair wild.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say softly, and he directs a soft, startled look at me.
“No, that’s you.” He withdraws his fingers, bending to kiss my hole when I make a sound of protest. He flits his tongue over the opening, and it’s tickly and teeth-clenchingly good. I blink when he freezes.
“What’s up?” I ask hoarsely.
“We don’t have a condom.”
I blink. “I know. We just covered that. Weren’t you paying attention two seconds ago?”
“I mean what do you want to do?”
It seems to take an age for his words to travel to my brain. Then I click on. “Well, I rather thought you’d fuck me without one.” The silence is complete, and I lick my lips. “Only if you want, though. If you don’t fancy it, then we can do other stuff like—”
My words are cut off when he throws himself onto me. “You want to go bare?”
“It would be a shocking waste of good butter if we don’t.” He snorts, and I drag him closer. “Yes, I want that.”
He swallows hard. “Have you ever done—?”
“No,” I interrupt quickly. “Never. Ever.” I hesitate and then whisper, “I always thought it should have been with you, and if it wasn’t, then I didn’t want it with anyone else.”
He kisses me, and I taste salt, and when I open my eyes, his eyes are wet. “I want to do that with you,” he says. “And I felt the same.”
The thought awes me that this strong, handsome, clever man is somehow in love with me and me only.
Xavier Conway, not very well educated and with rather poor impulse control, who has dedicated his life to fucking over the wonderful Reuben Langley, and yet still somehow got him to fall in love with him.
“Yes,” I say.
The mood switches abruptly, and I’m reaching for him as he does the same, and then we’re suddenly exchanging panting kisses and hard touches as I race to open my legs, and he falls between them, notching against me before sliding in.
The pinch is immediate, which is hardly surprising.
I’m just amazed there weren’t cobwebs growing over the entrance, so long has my sex drought been.
I grab his shoulders. “Give me a second.”
“As long as you want,” he says steadily.
Eventually, I wriggle, loving the girth of him. He stretches me perfectly. “You can move,” I gasp out. “You feel so good.” I wriggle again.
The feeling of no condom isn’t that different for me, but Reuben acts as if he’s been shot in the gut, going rigid and giving a low, pained groan.
“Fuck,” he wheezes.
“Are you okay?”
He nods, his eyes squeezed shut. “You have no idea, Xavi.”
And suddenly it is different. The idea that his cock is bare inside me, that soon he’s going to fill me with his spunk, so I’ll feel it dripping from me, makes me shudder. “Fuck me,” I say in between kisses and bites. “Hard.”
After that, it’s frantic and urgent and everything I’ve spent years wishing for.
He slams into me, making that same surprised growl every time as if he can’t believe this is happening, and I grab him tight, arching into him.
Muttered words of praise and adoration are flowing from him that bring tears to my eyes, but at the same time, our grips are too tight on each other, and we’re probably leaving bruises.
It’s wild and feral but somehow still the safest thing I’ve ever felt.
His movements become jerky and erratic. “Are you close?” I gasp in amazement. His stamina has always been seriously impressive.
He shudders and buries his head in my neck, his fast breaths hot on my skin. “Don’t judge me.” He grunts. “Yes, do that again.”
I tighten my arse around him, and his thrusts get faster and sloppier.
He’s mouthing kisses on my shoulders, his hands clenching my arse, and his breathing coming fast and pained.
“You have to come,” he manages to get out.
I shove my hand between us and grab my cock.
It’s sticky, and I can feel the throbbing echoing in my blood.
“Come for me,” he breathes. “Let me feel it.”
“And then you’ll come in me?” I gasp.
“Oh fuck, yes.”
It takes two tugs, and I’m there. I’m distantly aware of his groan and the feel of warmth flooding me, and then I’m coming between us, covering our skin in slippery warmth.
We fall back onto the sheets, and for a few seconds, there’s just the sound of panting breaths, the odd groan as muscles twitch, and the muted roar of the sea.
Finally, Reuben turns, pulling me into him and hugging me. I melt into him, sliding my leg over his hip and looping my arms around his neck. He kisses me slowly as if we have all the time in the world. I suppose we do now.
I consider that novel thought. No more coming and immediately rushing for the door, covering my panic that I might not be able to make myself leave. No more covering any sign of feeling with snark and cruelty.
I squirm as I feel the moisture leaking out of me, making my thighs and hole slippery. “That’s new.”
He runs his fingers through the spunk. “I can’t believe we did that. Thank you for trusting me.”
“I’ve always trusted you. I just combined it with a desire to make you bleed.”
He snorts. “It’s a funny mix but very you.” He pauses in the act of smearing his come around my hole. “The feel of it is so sexy,” he marvels.