Chapter Thirty-Eight
Rian
There is nothing like the feeling of Abbott worshiping my body with his tongue. The way his face burrows into my armpit, the feel of him sucking, licking, grinding against me like he could make himself come just by rutting his cock on my leg.
He goes from one pit to the other, to my throat, my chest, down my stomach, not leaving an inch of my skin untouched.
His tongue dips into my belly button, across my hip bones, down into the crease where my groin and thigh meet. I moan when he gets there, again, face buried deep, inhaling what sounds like bottomless breaths, as though he can’t get enough of me.
“Fuck, pretty thing. You want to devour me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I want that too. Take whatever you want. I’m yours.”
He nuzzles his nose into my balls, runs his hands up my thighs, still touching, lightly kissing.
It’s like he wants to imprint himself on me, like he’s trying to take every part of me he can have, like he thinks I’m going somewhere.
Like he wants everything he can have because he’s afraid of losing me, like he’s lost so many other people.
“I’m not going anywhere, you know that?” I hold the back of his head, pull him closer to me, and nearly melt into the fucking mattress when he licks my heavy sac.
“I’d possess you if I could. Keep you by my side every moment of every day, and when I can’t, I’ll always know where you are because you belong to me. ”
“Yes. God yes. Yours,” he says right into my balls.
My whole fucking body is trembling, like I need to hold back, like there’s so much goddamned energy in me with nowhere to go except in him.
I pull him back up to my face, flip him over, so Abbott is on his back. “My turn. I’m going to show you how much I fucking love you, show you you’re mine, and that’s never going to change.”
I seal our mouths together, pushing my tongue in deep. Abbott moans into the kiss, still rutting against me, hands on my ass, holding me tight.
I love the feel of his dick against mine—his hot, hard length as we rub ours together, making me dizzy and out of my mind with need.
I kiss his throat like he’d done with mine, lick and suck his neck. Trace the freckles on his shoulders with my tongue—lift his left arm and bury my face there the way he’d done with me.
This part is new for me. Usually, it’s Abbott worshipping, but I need him to feel how much I want him, need to know the taste and scent of him everywhere too, because just as much as he wants to imprint me into himself, I want to do the same for him.
Holding his arm over his head, my hand at his wrist, I look up at him as I lash my tongue along his pit.
“Fuck. Rian. Do it again.”
“You like that?” I ask, before doing what he says, licking the sensitive skin there, different because of the feel of the hair, but unexpectedly, it turns me on even more.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“You know you’re mine, right?” I do it again, before moving to the other side, holding his arm down, taking the control he gives me.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
I bury my face in there, giving it the same treatment as the other side. “Again,” I say as I kiss my way down his body.
“I’m yours.”
“Again.” I bury my face in his groin.
“I’m yours.”
Licking, sucking, breathing him in. The crease of his thigh, his balls, beneath them, licking his rock-hard shaft, swirling my tongue around the tip.
“I’m yours,” he says again, not needing me to prompt him.
“That’s so fucking good. You’re so fucking good.”
I don’t stop there, though. I kiss his thighs, work my way down to his knees, calves, and don’t stop until I’m at the end of the bed, holding his foot in my hand.
“Yours,” he says, and I smile, before tasting the arch in his foot, sucking his damn toes into my mouth. I want Abbott to know who every part of him belongs to and that I will always want him.
“Christ, that is so fucking hot—seeing you want me like this.”
“Worship you,” I correct. “Cherish you.”
I lick him again before doing the same thing to the other leg, foot—every part of him is mine, mine, mine.
And when I’m done, I flip Abbott to his stomach and start over again.
Neck…shoulders, all those fucking freckles, which just might be my favorite things.
Down his spine and to his ass. “Jesus, this fucking ass. It’s so goddamned pretty. Everything about you is.”
“Eat me,” he says, all breathless and writhing against the bed.
“My fucking pleasure…but what do you say?”
I wonder if he knows what I mean, if I’ll get a please, but he understands what I’m asking and says, “I’m yours.”
“Fuck yes, you are.”
I smile at the freckles on his ass that are so fucking cute, spread his cheeks, see his tight, pink hole between them, and my fucking mouth waters.
“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” he says, just before I can’t hold myself back anymore and bury my face in his ass.
I don’t know how I spent my whole life without what is now my favorite meal.
It hits all my buttons, licking his hole, him pushing his ass against my face, rutting against the mattress—the feel of his ring when I push my tongue in, softening him, tasting him, making him wild with pleasure.
I wish I could spend all my time right here with my face in Abbott’s ass.
“Fuck, Rian. It’s so good. Everything is so fucking good with you.”
I pull back just to ask, “Why?”
“Because I’m yours,” he says, and I’m on him again, feasting on his plump cheeks, on the tasty little hole between them—probing and savoring, letting my tongue run up and down his crease, biting his cheeks and then diving between them again.
My dick is throbbing though, and as much as I love this, I still have to keep going, need to worship every inch of his body, so I taste the backs of his thighs.
Abbott moans when I lash my tongue against the backs of his knees, down…
down, down, until I’m tasting his feet again, letting him know that there isn’t one spot on his body that I don’t know intimately, that isn’t mine.
“I need you inside of me. Fuck me, Rian. Make me feel it.”
Desire ignites inside of me—a wildfire that will never be contained.
I push up onto my knees, grab the lube, and slick up my cock. I straddle his thighs, head of my dick right at his hole, when I remember I didn’t use my fingers on him, just my tongue.
“Shit. I need to open you up.”
“Just fuck me. I can take it. You won’t hurt me. I need it so fucking bad.”
My brain spins with each of his words, with the need behind them, but I don’t want to hurt him either.
“Do it,” he adds, “trust me the way I trust you.”
And that’s what gets me. Abbott knows his body. He’s not going to tell me to do something he can’t handle. If it’s too much, he’ll tell me to stop. I’ll feel it and know to stop.
“You want my dick, pretty thing?”
“I need it.”
“Not as much as I need you…this ass.” I rub his cheeks. “Your whole body…your heart. I’m going to take such good care of you…and you’re going to take care of me too.” It’s important to me that he understands that as much as he needs me, I need him. “You brought me back to life.”
I push forward, slowly entering his body.
“Oh fuck,” he says, and I can’t take my eyes off his ass, at the way his rim stretches for me, opens for me, sucks me in. There’s not a sexier sight in the whole fucking world. “Keep going.”
“I’m getting there, pretty thing. Don’t want to hurt you.”
I take him slow, run my hands up and down his sweat-slick skin as I keep working my way into his ass, not stopping until I’m all the way inside. He’s so fucking tight—so tight and hot and mine.
I could have lost him tonight. He could have been taken away from me, but he wasn’t—he’s here, with me, in my bed where he belongs, and I won’t stop until I know what’s going on, until I make sure that even with his father gone, Abbott is safe.
I pull back and thrust in again.
“Fuck yes!” Abbott cries out, hands twisted in the pillow, holding on for dear life as I plow the most perfect fucking hole I’ve ever felt.
He takes everything I give him, begs and pleads for more. When my balls are tight, and I know I’m seconds away from unloading, I pull out.
“Get back in me!” he orders, and damn, I love hearing him need me.
“Turn over. I’m not done with you yet.”
I flip Abbott to his back, lift his legs over my shoulders and push back into him, ride him this way, face-to-face, see every look of pleasure, the way his eyes roll back, then hold mine, the way he sucks in sharp breaths when I push inside of him, how his body moves with mine, his pretty cock leaking onto his belly—hard and throbbing and flushed.
“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” I say. “My man.”
“Yours,” he says again.
“Stroke yourself.” I spit on his cock, his pupils flaring wide before he wraps a fist around his erection and strokes.
I fuck him hard, ride him like my whole damn life depends on it, ignoring the pain in my left arm because nothing matters except Abbott and me and this moment.
“You feel so good. Where do you want it? You want me to fill up your pretty hole, or you need it on you? Need to smell like me, to feel my cum drying into your skin?”
“Yes…both. Please.”
“Come first. You gotta come for me, pretty thing, then I’ll give you all the cum you need.”
My words make him shatter. His ass tightens, back arching, hand working his cock fast as he spurts all over his stomach—fat drops of thick cum glistening on his skin.
My own orgasm is right behind his, dick spasming as I shoot inside of him—once, twice. Then I pull out, jerking my cock as I aim at him, pulse after pulse landing on his groin and his stomach, mixing with Abbott’s creamy load already there.
He slumps against the bed, eyes closed and a smile on his face.
I rub our cum into his skin, then lie down on top of him, Abbott’s legs wrapping around me.
“I’m yours,” he says, eyes closed.
“Always. No matter what.”
His smile grows, but he doesn’t respond. I don’t even bother with the lights, not having it in me to get out of bed. It’s morning anyway, and there’s nowhere else I plan to be today.
I lie beside him, look at him, brush my finger down his face.
We’re wrapped up in something…something big that I don’t understand, but I feel it.
I might not have all the details now, but I intend to find them, and whatever the danger is, I’ll extinguish it.
I’ll take out whoever I need, one by one, if I have to, because all that matters is making the world safe for him… for us…for my whole fucking family.