Chapter Thirty
Rian
I lift Abbott and set him on the table before the energy in the room fuses our mouths together again.
I want to devour him, to consume him, to be so intricately entwined with him that there is no beginning or end to either of us. We’re just an extension of each other, this thing we need to live, because he has brought me back to life.
Abbott’s arms wrap around my neck, legs around my body. My tongue pushes into his mouth, tasting what has become so familiar to me in such a short amount of time.
One of his hands slides off my shoulder, then moves between us, his palm grinding against my pounding erection.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been so hard, my cock weeping in my slacks, needing to find solace in this man I crave so badly.
I pull away, tugging his T-shirt over his head. Bending forward, I lick and bite his nipples, pulling the most deliciously hungry sounds out of him, and all I want is more, more, more.
I push him down so his back is on the table, the bulge in his sweats making my mouth water.
Sucking cock is…not what I thought it would be, maybe because I hadn’t thought much about sucking cock before him, but it’s indescribable…the feeling I get from having him in my mouth, of bringing him pleasure that way, of feeling in control of his pleasure too.
I kiss and bite my way down his torso, then rub my face into the bulge I’d just been admiring. I mouth it, suck him through the cotton, smile into his groin as he grunts and groans and begs for more.
I pull the sweats and underwear off him in one quick swoop, dropping them to the floor, sucking his long, hard cock into my mouth, as his fingers tangle in my hair.
“Oh fuck. Rian.”
I’m feral for him, choke myself on his cock, and then moan because I want his dick in my mouth, but I’m dying for a taste of his balls too.
He smells musky with a mixture of soap, like he had a shower not too long ago. I lap at his heavy sac, craving his nuts in my mouth like only this man can make me do.
I want all of him all the time, wish I had a hundred mouths to taste him and a hundred hands to touch him.
“Jesus, you’re already going to make me come,” he says, and I look up at him from between his legs, his groin basically covered in my saliva from the way I went at him.
I want someone.
Abbott is mine.
I have someone.
I’ll burn down the fucking world to protect him.
“I’ll fuck you slowly later, but I need you too badly right now,” I say, voice rough with lust. “But first, I need to taste your hole. Can I?”
“I belong to you, remember? I want you to do whatever you want to me. Anytime you want. Wake me up with your cock in the middle of the night. I’m yours.”
His words make me dizzy, going straight to my head. I feel…full, complete in this way I never imagined.
I push his legs up. Abbott lifts them for me as I stand taller, tugging out of my own clothes, my leaking dick so swollen and hard.
I stroke it a couple of times. “I love you,” I say again, testing the words.
“I love you too.”
I grab his hips, pulling him to the edge of the table, kneel on the pile of clothes, and dive face-first into the hottest ass I’ve ever seen.
I lap at his hole, trying to get my face in there as deep as I can.
He’s pushing his ass against me like he’s trying to ride my face, like it feels so fucking good, but it’s not enough either.
He pulls my hair, curses, begs for more, says my name over and over, and I soften his rim and work my tongue into his ass. He’s like a fucking delicacy. Who knew eating ass would be my favorite meal?
“My balls again. Lick my balls,” Abbott begs.
I pull back, suck my finger, and work it into his ass before I get a mouthful of his nuts again.
I lave at them, lick and suck them while finger-fucking his perfectly tight hole with one finger, then two.
It’s so sexy watching his body open up for me, seeing that tight, puckered hole swallow my fingers the way it’s going to do with my cock very soon.
I go back and forth, sucking his balls, then eating him out again.
My dick is painful, balls aching with the need for release, to lose myself in his tight body, my tight body because Abbott belongs to me.
I push to my feet, unable to hold back anymore. “I need you,” I tell him. “Need you so bad. Need you all full of my cum.”
“Get some oil,” he says. Shit. I hadn’t even thought about lube.
Even walking across the kitchen to grab the bottle from the stove feels like I’m too far away from him. Christ, I’m going to be obsessed, want him with me all the time. I would handcuff him to me if I could.
Abbott is stroking that long, pretty cock of his when I get back to him. I drip some oil onto his shaft, and he smiles in return.
“I’m really yours?” he asks.
“Always, pretty thing. You’re going to get sick of me.”
“No. I never will.”
I slick my fingers with the oil, working two, then three fingers into him, stretching him open for me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell him, running my left hand up and down his torso, the fingers on my right hand still stuffed inside of him. “The red hair…the freckles, this fucking body. Jesus, you have a great body.”
He smiles.
“That too.”
“What?”
I push my fingers into him, and he arches upward.
“Your smile. You smiled at me in the hallway that first day. I was losing my shit because of what you made me feel, and you smiled and…I think it soothed me. I wanted more of it. So kind. I knew it then. I don’t know what someone as good as you is doing with me, but I’m selfish enough not to care. I’m going to keep you regardless.”
“You’re good too,” he says. “Keep me. Love me. Fuck me.”
I can’t hold back anymore either, so I pull my fingers free, lube up my cock with the oil, hold his eye contact, and push in slowly, so fucking slowly I know it’s killing us both.
“Oh God. Fuck. You’re so big. So good.”
“I’m yours,” I say. “I said you’re mine, but I’m yours too. Say it, pretty thing. I want to hear it.”
“You’re mine.”
“Again,” I order, pushing farther into him.
“You’re mine,” he says louder.
“Again.” I snap my hips forward, filling him completely.
“You’re mine!” he calls out. “You’re mine! I’m yours, but you’re mine too.”
I didn’t know I needed to hear him say it as much as I did. I thought it was just something Abbott liked, wanted, but I need to belong to him too. Need to feel wanted and possessed by this man who has turned my whole world upside down.
I grab his hips, pull back, and thrust forward again. We cry out together, over and over and over as I take him fast and hard. The table moves, and we go with it, possessing each other’s bodies, coming together in this way that he makes me need.
I lean over him, slam my mouth down, push my tongue into him, torso to torso, mouth to mouth, tongue-fucking as I own his ass.
He arches upward, and I can tell he’s close. I keep fucking into him, my balls so full and tight, and ready to unleash.
His cock is still slick from the oil, and I stroke him—fuck him and stroke him until he’s coming apart beneath me, cum spurting all over his flat stomach and muscular pecs like there’s a never-ending supply in his balls right now.
He’s still coming when it’s my turn, when colors dance in my vision and my dick twitches inside of him, balls emptying inside his body, fucking my cum deep into him, right where it belongs.
And when we’re both spent, I scoop some of his cum from his chest and rub it into mine. I lick it off my fingers, kiss him with it, and smear his load into our skin the way we do with mine.
Knowing exactly what I’m doing, Abbott says, “You’re mine too.”
“Yes.”
We kiss for a few minutes before I help him off the table. He walks awkwardly, body stiff, through the kitchen.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask.
“No. I’m glad I feel it. Feel you.”
Christ, this man will be the death of me.
We go upstairs together and climb into bed, making the sheets smell like our fucking, while we’re wrapped around each other.
“He was really okay with it?” Abbott asks.
“Yes,” I say, and tell him about my day…about my son, more about all the kids, and how Cillian and Ollie will be coming to see us soon.
“I don’t want them in danger because of me.”
I kiss the tip of his nose. “They won’t be, but remember…he’s like me. Cillian is part of my world.”
“But you love him better than my father ever loved me,” Abbott answers for me.
“I love you,” I say, and if his father hurts him, or if I find out it was his father who tried to hurt him, I’ll kill the man slowly for it, because no one hurts what belongs to me.