Chapter 41
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Devon
Mine.
My hands slide down Christian's ribs, over his waist to rest on his hips as I look at him beneath me.
I don't know what to admire—the slight flush on his cheeks, the tattoos inked across his chest, that heavy cock leaking for me against his abs.
When he pulls his knees up to his chest, my attention drops right down to that perfect asshole beneath his balls, soft and smooth and mine.
He's mine. He said it. Said he thinks he loves me.
Christian Totillo might love me.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper, bending down to run my tongue along the hard ridge of his shaft. “You look so fucking gorgeous like this.”
He groans, hips flexing when I take him in my mouth. “I really like it when you call me that.”
Popping off his cock, I place a circle of kisses around his sac. “What? Baby?”
“Mm.” His fingers thread through my hair while he watches me suck one of his balls into my mouth. “Makes me feel, like… special or something. I don't know.”
Making a mental note to call him baby as often as possible, I gently release his sac and lick over his taint. “You are special.”
He flinches at the sensation, but when I glance up at his face in question, all I see is an expression of pleasure staring down at me.
Christian nods, widening himself even more in a display of trust that absolutely breaks my heart. Or maybe puts it back together. Either way, the ache makes my breath hitch as I hold his gaze and lick at his hole for the first time.
“Jesus,” he breathes, letting his head fall back briefly. “Why does that feel good?”
With a chuckle, I flatten my tongue and lap around his rim. My cock jerks, desperate to feel him flex around me. “Lay back and relax, hot shot. I got you.”
He closes his eyes, a loud moan leaving his lungs. It reminds me that no one's home, nobody here but us. I get to have him all to myself for his first time.
That thought has me licking with more fervor, prodding my tongue inside of him to draw out all the noises I possibly can. When I reach up to stroke his cock, he lets out the hottest fucking whimper I've ever heard. Precum drips down his shaft like a faucet, coating my hand.
“That's right,” I murmur, feeling his hole soften on my taste buds. “Let me hear it.”
Christian's grip on my hair tightens. “I'm… I'll come if you keep doing that. Fuck.”
Letting him go, I lean up on my knees to reach for the lube in the nightstand. “Not yet. I want my cock in you first.” His breath catches, and I freeze with the bottle in my hand. “You okay?”
He swallows hard, then licks his lips with a nod. “Yeah. I'm good. I want it.”
“Are you sure? Because we don't have to—”
“Devon.” He cuts me off with a firm warning. “I'm sure. I want you inside me, pastelito. Stop making me wait.”
A crooked grin pulls at my mouth when I pour a healthy amount of lube onto my fingers. “Eager little thing, aren't you?”
That makes him scoff. “Little? We're about the same size, motherfucker. And I swear if you're talking about my dick—”
I surprise him by running a slick finger over his hole before slowly pushing it inside. His rant ends in a moan, hips flexing like he can't control himself. There isn't much resistance when a second finger joins the first, my tongue and massages having done their job of relaxing him.
“Mm, your hole's as greedy for me as the rest of you,” I murmur, working him open while I place small kisses on his neck. “It's practically begging for my cock with the way it's sucking me in.”
“God,” he groans, bucking against me.
“You gonna let me fuck you, baby? Gonna be my little slut tonight?”
A keening whine leaves his throat. I plant one last kiss on his damp skin, then pull back to watch him writhe. The sight of his ass swallowing my fingers almost has me spilling early.
“Dev, please,” he breathes, drawing my gaze back to his blissed-out expression.
“Please, what?”
“Fuck me, motherfucker. Goddamn.”
Releasing a laugh, I pull my fingers free and drop to the mattress beside him. “Roll over. I want to hold you.”
Following directions, he turns to place his back to my chest. After pouring on more lube, I hook his leg over my hip and notch the tip of my dick at his hole. “Breathe out and bear down, baby,” I say against his ear.
“Okay.” He does it beautifully, even sighing when I start to breach that first ring of muscle. His spine stiffens once the full head of my cock slides in. “Jesus, you're fucking huge.”
I freeze instantly, letting go of his leg to wrap my arms around his chest. “We can stop.”
“No, no, it's… good. Just, holy shit.”
“We'll take it slow.”
For the next few minutes, I just lay there behind him, sucking marks onto his neck and shoulders while I stroke him lazily.
We don’t move any further, even though my dick is so hard it hurts.
Eventually, he begins to match the rhythm of my hand with his hips, taking me inch by inch at a snail's pace until his body opens wide and lets me in.
“Fuck,” I shudder, burying my face in his hair. “You fit me so perfectly.”
“I need to come,” he whines as he continues to thrust. “Your fucking piercing, I can feel it.”
“Then make yourself come on my cock, hot shot.”
He curses in Spanish, smacking my hand away from his length to work it himself. I tighten my hold on his chest and gently buck forward to meet his pace. Our panting breaths fill the room, grunts and moans rising in decibel until I feel myself drift closer and closer to the stars.
Christian's movements stutter, then nearly stop altogether. “Dev,” he says desperately. “I'm coming.”
I turn his head and plunge my tongue into his mouth the second he starts to clench around me. The whimper he releases has me following close behind, pumping him full of cum.
“Mine,” I grit out with one last thrust as I crush him against me.
His chest heaves, fingers threading with mine while he twitches through the last of his orgasm. “Mine,” he sighs, snuggling closer. Then he tenses slightly. “Yeah?”
Warm tingles flood my system. “Yes. Yours.”
Christian relaxes and brings my palm up for a kiss so tender that my throat swells. “Okay.”
We both go silent for a long while, listening to each other breathe. My cock grows soft inside of him, but I don't pull out yet, just content to hold him and feel this connection while I can. Honestly, I'd fall asleep like this if I could.
Eventually, though, Christian turns around in my arms. He shivers when I slip from his body, cheeks red like he enjoyed the feeling as he presses his chest to mine. “Move in with me.”
I blink several times, still basking in my afterglow. “Huh?”
“Logan and Owen found a place of their own. They're moving out in January, so…” He shrugs casually, but I can tell from the look on his face that he's nervous. “Room next door's all yours, if you want.”
Tilting my head, I study him with furrowed brows. “The room next door. So… like a roommate?”
His mouth opens, then closes again. “No,” he rushes out. “I mean, yes? Technically? Like you'd get your own space to sleep, if that's what you want.”
“And what if I want to sleep here instead?” I ask, heart thundering behind my ribs. “In this bed, with you?”
“I—” He scrubs a hand over his face, then drops it to my hip like he needs the contact to steady himself. “Yeah. I want that, too. I just didn't want you to think it was an expectation.”
“Christian.” Kissing him hard, I palm his ass and haul him closer. “In case I haven't made it clear by now, I just want you. Like this.”
When I gesture between us, his lips curve into a smirk. “Naked and full of your cum?”
My dick twitches at the reminder. “I mean, if I could keep you barefoot and pregnant, I would.”
“You kinky fucker.” Rolling me onto my back, he climbs on top to wrap his palm around our cocks. “Fine, then. We sleep and we fuck here, but you can still have that room. Everyone needs a space for their own shit.”
I smile mirthlessly as I brush his dark strands away from his face. “I don't have any shit.”
He goes still above me. “That’s not true.”
“Kind of is. Everything I own fits in a duffelbag. I've never stayed anywhere long enough to collect stuff.”
His jaw tightens at that, hazel eyes flashing. “Then I'll get you stuff.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to. Not furniture or whatever. Just… stuff you like. Wait, actually, what do you like?”
That makes my chest ache in a way I can't explain, and I huff out a quiet laugh, thinking it over. “I used to read old war memoirs in college. So, books, I guess? Maybe a succulent. I don't know.”
The words trail off awkwardly.
Christian's expression shifts, something heavier settling behind his eyes. “You don’t know what you like?”
I force a nonchalant shrug. “Kinda hard to figure yourself out when you spend most of your time trying not to feel anything at all.”
And isn't that some shit? My entire twenties are a blur of parties, drugs, and trap houses. Finding my next high became my only motivation, so much so that I…
“I don’t even know what I like anymore,” I whisper.
Christian doesn't miss a beat.
“That’s okay,” he says easily. “We’ll try shit. Books, music. Fucking rock climbing. You’ll probably hate half of it, but we'll figure it out together.”
A comforting buzz settles behind my ribs. “Together, huh?”
He nods, leaning down to kiss me. “Yeah. From here on out, it's together.”
I let out a soft breath and close my eyes, the feel of his palm working our lengths nearly too much. That word hits me hard for some reason. Maybe because no one’s ever used it before without conditions attached.
Not until you run out of drugs.
Not as long as you have something to offer.
Just… together.
My fingertips trail up his sides. “You might end up regretting this.”
“Doubtful.”
“But you’re still in?”
“Yeah,” he says without hesitation. “I’m still in.”
Something inside me loosens just enough to make room for the idea that I don’t have to figure everything out alone anymore. Maybe I don’t have to trust myself yet.
For now, with Christian holding me steady, his lips gentle on mine while he strokes us both into euphoria for the second time tonight—
I realize all that matters is trusting who I'm with.