Chapter 29
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W e don’t bother searching our way out of the maze. Devlin magics us back to his house, directly into his bathroom. It’s dark, but there’s enough light breaking through the window that I can make out his silhouette.
We’re kissing. We haven’t broken apart in minutes, and I don’t want to stop—ever. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and a little moan whimpers out of me.
He smiles against my lips and curls his fingers under the spaghetti straps of my dress. His fingers are soaked. My dress is soaked. Water trickles down my legs and back. Rain falls from his hair and splashes gently onto my cheeks.
This is the hottest moment ever.
He tugs the straps down, and his mouth drops from mine to caress my neck before he brushes kisses on my shoulder.
“I’ve loved you since the first day we had potions together,” he murmurs against my skin, making goose bumps ripple across my flesh.
I smile so wide it hurts. “For that long?” I say breathlessly as his hands slide up my sides and his fingers lazily graze over my breasts, sweeping across my nipples. Even through the fabric they’re pebbled and sensitive, aching for him. In fact, all of me is aching for him. My panties are soaked, and not from rain, as pressure builds between my legs.
“Mm, for that long,” he confirms.
It’s almost impossible to concentrate, but I recall when I first felt something for him. “I fell for you when we were lab partners and you suggested that we make the leapfrog potion.”
“Because we had extra time,” he says huskily before nibbling my shoulder.
I moan and drop my head back as my skin lights on fire. “And then you gave the potion to Cathy,” I recall with a laugh.
“She was hopping for an hour,” he replies, chuckling into my flesh.
“We were lucky Mr. Spencer believed that it was all an accident.”
“You were such a teacher’s pet,” he murmurs.
“We were so bad back then.”
He pauses, pulls his lips from my shoulder and looks at me. “I want to be even badder now.”
A deluge of moisture liquifies my panties.
He kisses me and when we part, I grab his bottom lip between my teeth. I sink my fingers into his waist. He sucks air in surprise and grabs my face, plunging his tongue into me, which makes my insides somersault.
He kisses me deeply, and I entwine my fingers in his hair. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him, marrying me to every hard surface that is Devlin, including his cock, which presses against my stomach like a lion in my pocket and baby he’s ready to roar, to quote the great artist formerly known as Prince.
My mind’s swimming and everything’s fuzzy. All I can think about is that I’m kissing Devlin and I don’t hate him anymore. He’s always loved me. Always loved me! Why have we waited so long?
It’s been so stupid. We’ve been so stupid, and I’m tired of playing games and pretending like I hate him when he’s who I want.
I push his jacket off his shoulders and unbutton his shirt. He helps, and something feverish takes over both of us, as if we’ll never get this moment again if we don’t make the most of it now.
He sheds his shirt, and it drops with a plop onto the floor. I undo his belt and unbutton his pants. The whole time our mouths stay feverishly connected. It feels like if we break apart, this moment will dissolve and we’ll never get it back.
His pants drop and he kicks them away. My fingers skate down his chest. His stomach flexes as I rake my fingers down to his boxers and push them off. His cock springs forward, and I take it in my hand.
Devlin hisses as I wind my fingers down the silky flesh.
He lets me touch him for a breath before stepping back. “You keep doing that, and I won’t last two seconds.”
I wait to see what he’ll do next, and I don’t have to wait long. He rakes his hand up my cheek into my hair and kisses me. He stops, presses his forehead to mine. Then he tugs down the straps of my dress and pulls it down.
Cold air splashes over my nipples, which somehow manage to grow even harder once they’re naked. Devlin takes his time teasing off my clothes, and when he tastes my nipples, I just about explode right then and there. But I bite down the ecstasy and moan as his hands wind their way down my body, feeling every inch of me as he goes.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers at my feet. “A woman to be worshipped.”
It’s the most amazing thing that anyone’s ever said to me.
He takes my hand, and I step out of the dress. And then here we are—naked in front of each other.
And I want him.
There’s a split second where I know this can go one of two ways—slow and easy, or passionate, where I release all the pent-up sexual frustration that I’ve been housing for this man for the past ten years.
Let’s just say I go with the latter.
So I throw myself on Devlin, crushing my mouth against his. Lucky for me, he does not seem unhappy about this development. He grabs my thighs and hooks them around his waist.
“I cannot wait a moment longer for you to be inside me,” I say into his mouth.
He groans as his kisses become more feverish. He pushes me against the tile wall. My fingers rake across his back, doing everything they can to get him closer. I cannot have too much of him. I’ve waited so long for this. My breasts are aching. My sex is swollen. I want all of him and I want him now.
“You sure?” he says.
“I’m sure.”
He pulls back and stares at me. Moonlight slides across his face at an angle. I can only see one of his eyes, his nose and chin.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a year,” he tells me.
I understand what he’s saying. “I have protection.”
Then I kiss him. Can we please just get on with it? I’m dying here.
He presses my back into the wall, hooks his fingers into my ass and then slides his cock into me.
I gasp for air as he stretches me. Oh. My. Gods.
Devlin was my first love. The man I lost my virginity to. But when we did this in high school, it was not like this. That was two young kids trying to figure everything out.
Now Devlin’s a man, and his cock feels like it’s about a thousand times bigger than it was back then as he slowly plunges into me.
“I want you to come,” he whispers, sliding in and out. I think I’m going to die. “Touch yourself.”
I pause as my brain clicks into gear. He said words. Did he say what I think he said?
“Touch yourself,” he repeats.
My brain has sex fog clouding it, but I manage to think— how the holy hell am I supposed to do that? I can’t even formulate a sentence.
“Blair,” he growls when I don’t move. “I’ve got you. You’re not going to fall.”
I pull my hand from his back and rub my clit as he slowly eases in and out of me.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers.
This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever done. I suck air and my entire body quivers.
“Come for me, darlin’. Come for me and let me hear you.”
One part of me wonders about Hands, but I figure he probably has a soundproof room given that I wouldn’t be surprised if Devlin’s other lovers have done quite a bit of screaming over the years.
For once the thought of them doesn’t bother me.
“I want to hear you.”
It’s his husky voice, our slick bodies, his giant cock, and the fact that I’m touching myself in front of him—it’s all of it that makes me cry his name as I’m shattered apart in his arms.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs as he kisses me back to life.
“Come for me, Devlin,” I say between kisses.
“I want to come only for you.” It sounds like a sacred confession, like he’s admitting his deepest feelings, and when he does come, when he plunges into me so hard and fast that I can barely breathe, it feels like we’re beyond this world and touching the source of all life.
He finishes and collapses on me, dropping his face to my shoulder. I hug him close, and he holds me pinned to the wall for a few seconds before straightening and walking me to the bed, where he gently lowers me onto the mattress.
Without a word he grabs a towel and cleans me up, taking his time on all my sensitive parts. Then he pulls back the covers and we get under. He snuggles close, pulling my back against his chest and kissing the spot behind my ear.
“Next time”—he nips my neck—“I’m going to taste every part of you.”
“I’ll let you,” I confess.
We fall asleep. When we wake up it’s a few hours later. Even though it’s still dark outside, Devlin keeps his promise, feasting on me until I’m ripped apart all over again.
And I return the favor.