Chapter 41 #2
I look at our audience again, two couples now, and a fifth, taller than the rest. I lick my lips before running my tongue up the side of Fischer’s neck. Into his ear, I say softly, “I want you to wake up drooling, lying in a puddle of your own cum.”
“Matty…” The strain in his voice is a warning. “I’m close…”
“Hold onto it, princess…it’s gonna feel so good.”
“I can’t…I can’t…”
“Christ, you’re so beautiful.”
I slide my hand up his neck, turning his face so I can kiss his panting mouth.
He groans into mine. I rock my hips, grinding my own cock against his back, beyond turned on, and wanting to come with him.
I leave the sound alone so I can focus on the kiss, the taste of his tongue, sharp with desire and wet with need.
His body is burning, and I’m on fire. We’re both dripping sweat, and all the subtle, careful movements keep my cock compressed, trying to push through too much friction.
He lets out a strangled cry, and the sound short-circuits me.
“Fuck, oh fuck…” My cock unloads on his spine from an orgasm that rolls through me like an earthquake.
Before I totally lose my mind, I slide out the sound, and a thick burst of white cum shoots from his dilated tip.
He trembles like I hit him with a taser.
Taking hold of his face, I turn him and kiss us both through our release. I drop the sound and grab his cock, smearing it with his thick, gushing cum.
He turns to his side between my legs, and I take his mouth even deeper as he continues to moan and shake. I’m not faring much better to be honest, a mess of aftershocks and raw nerves that need soothing.
I run a hand through his damp hair, and he presses his body to mine, arching in all the right places until we’re fused perfectly together.
My leg wraps around his and we continue to thrust and grind as we make out with wide open mouths and searching tongues.
Hot and heavy has a whole new meaning now.
If he ever tries to leave me again, I swear there’s no place on earth I won’t find him.
“What are you doing to me?” he says on a breath as he nuzzles into my neck, and I hold him close.
“I’m trying to chain you to my soul,” I say, clearly out of my mind.
“Why do you want to drug me and fuck me?”
“Because I want you to belong to me.”
“Will that prove it?” he asks.
“It won’t hurt.”
He cradles my face in a hand, and I lean into the warmth and gentleness of it.
It still shocks me sometimes, how tender he is.
How generous and affectionate. The opposite of everything he once taught me to believe about him.
Losing myself in his silver eyes, I breathe deeply, trying to calm the inner storm, smooth out the rough waters of my choppy thoughts, ease the constant tension in my chest.
“You want a full surrender?” he asks.
I nod without having to think about it.
“And you don’t think I can do that conscious?”
Maybe I should cool off my crazy. “It was just dirty talk.”
“Was it? Because it also…”
“What?”
“Got me off,” he whispers.
“I probably don’t need drugs. You’re a heavy sleeper in my personal experience.”
He smiles.
“Do you think something’s wrong with me?” I ask him.
“Do you?” he asks right back.
“I feel like I can’t get close enough to you. That you’re too far away.” Man, am I in quicksand, or what? I should be elated, thrilled, shooting hearts from my eyes, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this depressed.
“I just let you violate my urethra in a sex club. I’m not sure how much closer we could get.”
I want to laugh, but I can’t bring myself to.
I just lock my arm around him tighter. He moves to straddle me, and I make the necessary adjustments.
Taking my face in his hands, he turns it upward to look me in the eyes.
I swear I forget the rest of the world exists, including the people who may or may not still be watching us.
“I don’t think I want you drugging me,” he says. “But if you want to take advantage of me being a heavy sleeper again, you know I don’t mind. I’m all yours. To be honest, though, I don’t want to miss a second.”
I run my hands down his back to cup his spread ass cheeks. “I don’t know why it turns me on so much.”
“Control…maybe?” he asks.
“Maybe.”
“You want to control me?”
“I want to keep you.”
His brow furrows first, and then his mouth twists in a wholly unfamiliar way. When I shift my focus back to his eyes, they’re darker—reflecting the black leather behind me—and vivid because of the reddening lids beneath them. His chest heaves once and then he just…breaks.
“I’m so fucking sorry.” He clutches at my neck as tears spill down his cheeks. “I should have found you when I came home. Not Nicole. I knew you were different. I knew you were supposed to be mine, and I knew—I fucking knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away from you.”
I gulp, my throat thick and threatening to choke off my air. I’ve never seen him break down like this. Not even when he was in the worst physical pain of his life.
“You were so young…” he whispers.
I nod, totally understanding for the first time since he left.
He touches my mouth. “The first night you ever held me, I knew I could fall in love with you.”
My hands tighten, his ass bearing the intensity of how those words make me feel. “I would have let you.”
“Would you have broken my heart?”
“Not back then. I didn’t have it in me.”
“But now?”
“Now there is no me without you.”
His soft smile doesn’t quite translate in combination with his tear-stained cheeks. “For me, too.”
“Are you gonna let yourself fall for me this time?”
He leans in and whispers, “Yes.”
“Fischer, you’re finally saying what I want you to say.”
“I hope so.”
Keeping one hand on his ass, I slide the other up his spine and into his hair. “Promise you won’t stop being the worst big brother ever?”
“I swear. I will always be the worst kind of brother.”
“Then I think it’s safe for me to say it, too.”
“You love me,” he whispers.
“You love me, too,” I say.
He nods. “I do.”
“There’s more,” I tell him. “You wanna hear the rest?”
“I’m listening.”
“I’m deeply fucking in love with you, and I want you to move in with me.”
His breath escapes in a rush, like I punched him in the gut. “Okay,” he says after less than a second.
My heart lights itself on fire in my chest. I kiss him, too eager, too excited. “Tomorrow. Come to the loft tomorrow, and then don’t leave.”
“Okay.”
“Ever,” I say, pressing my mouth to his again.
“Never,” he promises me.
I flip him over, and he lands with a gasp on his back. I suck two fingers into my mouth, soaking them before plugging his hole with them and making him arch. “We might have to figure out a few logistics,” I say because he’s got a kid, and we share a family.
His eyelids are fluttering, and his cheeks are burning bright. “We will. Right now, all I need is you.”