Chapter 33 Declan
DECLAN
The next few days go by in the blink of an eye.
After Ewen was discharged we went back to my place.
He was so sad and broken. He’d lost everything except me and Murder Mittens.
Fiona brought the furball over, which helped relieve some of his grief but not all.
He said he didn’t care about the possessions, but he missed the church he loved.
The police came by to take his statement. One officer told us it was arson. A fucking Molotov cocktail was thrown through the windows. Between the age of the building and the accelerant, the structure stood no chance.
My suspicions of the culprit still hold.
The burn on his hip was healing really well. He’d have a scar, but the doc told him he was lucky and wouldn’t need a skin graft. He was still perfect to me.
After another couple of days, the light in his eyes started to come through. By the end of the week, he was mostly back to himself.
He’d been in contact with the Bishop and Mother Helen, making sure they were okay.
Bishop Wilson told him to take a leave of absence to heal.
I had already called Wilson before Ewen talked to him.
I informed the bishop his debt I covered would come back, ten-fold, if he didn’t give Ewen time off.
He was a smart man when he told Ewen just that.
I held him tight in my arms every night, telling him how much I was in love with him.
He never said it back, but he never shied away from the affection.
When I first started calling him baby he didn’t object to that either.
Both the term and confession of feelings were never planned but came naturally.
He didn’t seem to mind so I never stopped.
I didn’t go to the office that first week. Ciaran had just lost someone he loved so he understood where I was coming from. He knew I had to be with Ewen at this time.
Ewen and I went shopping yesterday to get him new clothes.
I told him I was more than okay with him wearing mine.
Everything that was mine was his. He pushed back, saying he needed something that belonged to him.
He really is a simple man. I wanted to stock my closet full of clothes for him, but he refused.
He bought only a few pairs of jeans, some shirts, and necessities.
He then fought me when I tried to pay. One day this man will learn to not object.
Our life has become simple and engrained with nothing but each other. We haven’t done anything more than hold each other and kiss, and I won’t push for anything more until he’s ready.
Tonight is easy. We ordered a pizza and have been snuggling on the couch. He insisted we watch the show where he got Murder Mittens’ name.
“Why do you call Beocca Murder Mittens?” he questions.
Guess now is a good time to tell him the story of how the cat got his nickname.
“At first it was the calmness in his face when he brought me a dead mouse during one of my stalking trips. Then one night when I was over he caught a mouse, and let’s just say he got a bit messy.
I cleaned him up and decided I liked Murder Mittens better than Benicio. ”
He laughs and sits up, bringing him eye level with me. “It’s Beocca, just like the priest in this show.”
“It’s a hard name to say.”
“You speak Gaelic, yet you can’t say an old historical name?” He leans in and kisses my jaw.
“Semantics,” I say and turn to capture his lips. Kissing him feels like my idea of Heaven—his full lips cradling mine.
Our kiss ramps up, turning from innocent to filthy.
I lay him back along the couch and cover him, fully taking advantage of the moment.
When he moves to strip off my shirt I pull him up.
I’m not going to have the first time we’re naked together in a week being cramped up on a couch.
I want him fully stretched out under me.
We run up the stairs to my bedroom, shedding our clothes along the way.
By the time we reach the room we’re fully naked.
He lies on the bed and props himself on his elbows.
The predator in me comes to the surface.
I prowl over to him, fighting the temptation to lick his throbbing dick.
When I come face to face with him he drops down and I follow.
I grab the back of his neck and give him the deepest kiss I can, showing him all my dark desires and adoration for him with my kiss.
Our dicks grind together and I want him to lose his mind. Reaching down, I encase both of us in my hand. I pull and tug us in unison, driving us both insane. We’ve released so much precum my hand glides without any effort.
Ewen breaks the kiss. “I want to feel you.”
“You are baby. Don’t you feel my cock loving yours?”
He looks down and bites his lip, moaning. I can only imagine how hot it is to see, but I refuse to look away from his face.
He’s panting, ready to give in. I will be right behind him. This is divine. “No, I want to feel you. Inside me.”
My hand stills, and I squeeze us a bit tighter. “You don’t want that.”
He grabs my face, closing the short distance between us. “I do. I need something to remind me I’m alive. I want you. All of you.” He places a gentle kiss on my lips, then whispers, “Please make love to me.”
Make love to me. The words permanently brand themselves into my brain.
Nothing has ever been said to me with such power and conviction.
This amazing, beautiful soul wants me. “Ar—are you sure?” I don’t think I’ve ever stuttered in my life, but what Ewen said…
his dick throbs against mine in my hand.
His eyes drill his resolve into me. His warm hands embrace my face.
“Do you want me?” he asks in a small voice. My moment of hesitation probably sent his mind to question things, probably thinking I don’t.
I stroke us again. “Fuck yes baby. I want to claim and fuck you more than I want to live.” I twist my hand up and down. “I want to show you the fucking stars. I want—no need—to show you how much I love you while you choke the life out of my cock.”
He pulls me in for another kiss. This one is different. He makes love to me with his tongue, stealing my tarnished soul.
With more resolve than I expected from myself I remove my hand and crawl away from him. Standing, I reach over and open the drawer in my side table. I grab the bottle of lube then turn toward Ewen. I prowl back on my knees, showing my dominance.
Once my knees bump his thighs, he opens his legs wider for me. I’ve been with Ewen in so many filthy ways, but I’ve never seen him so sure before this moment. His face relays nothing but confidence.
I pour lube into my hand and begin my show for Ewen. I want to build him up before I take him. Stroking myself, I look down at him. “Do you want this?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you,” I say while I continue to move my hand slowly. I’m lying, I know he does. This is the moment I’ve dreamt of since I met him.
He watches as I stroke my cock, biting his lip. Then he grabs himself and mirrors my action.
I switch hands, grabbing my erection with my free hand and taking my thoroughly lubed one to his hole. Slowly I ease one finger in, then I add a second. His back arches but he doesn’t tell me to stop. By the time I get a third in he’s abandoned his own dick as my fingers explore him.
The time I forced him to prep is paying off. He’s taking my fingers like a champ. I can’t wait to feel him strangle my cock.
Removing my fingers, I grab the lube again and pour more on myself and then drizzle some on his asshole.
I know I can fit if there’s plenty of lube and I go slow.
I’ve never been with a man who was a virgin, and I never cared for prep.
But with him, I’ll be the most gentle, caring lover the world has ever seen.
His pink hole puckers from the cold liquid. “Are you sure you’re ready? I need you to talk to me. Tell me if I need to stop.” He just nods in agreement. “No, I’m serious. Your words only.”
“Yes. Just please.” He whines so beautifully.
Reaching down I hook my arms under his legs, lifting him and his ass, giving me
better access to him. I move closer so my very shiny dick rests against his perineum, pushing up his balls. Fuck that looks so good. I angle back and line up with him. “Remember to talk to me, baby. Eyes are always on me.”
“Please Declan.”
I smile at him being such a good boy.
Slowly I push into him. He keeps his eyes on me, but I can see he’s holding his breath, fearing the stretch. “You have to breathe and relax. It’ll be easier.” I lean down and kiss him as I inch in slowly, allowing his body to adjust. “You’re doing so good. Fuck baby, your ass was made for me.”
I lean back to see how well he is indeed taking me.
He’s breathing, staring at only me. I push a bit more, giving him a full inch.
His jaw drops open and he moans. There’s no sign of him stopping me.
I move slowly, savoring the feeling. Engraining it into my mind.
This is the single greatest moment of my life.
Fully seated in him, I stop, taking a moment to absorb everything and giving him the same.
I kiss him again and this time he gives into the darkness and devours me back.
I don’t need to ask if he’s okay. He’s telling me he is with his kiss.
I pull my hips back and he hisses but doesn’t let it stop him.
He bites down on my lip, causing me to slam into him hard—harder than I intended.
“Fuck!” he cries and drops away from me, throwing his head back. I do the motion again. My Aingeal is a slut for the deep, hard thrusts I’m giving him. So perfect. “O—oh God that’s amazing.”
I push in as far as I can go and stop. “No, not God. Me! All fucking me making you cry out. I’m him, I’m your God now. You worship me,” I growl.
He shakes his head. “Yes you. My God!” His words spur me on, bringing the monster inside to the surface.
He just called me his God. What kind of God would I be if I didn’t show him Heaven?
That’s when all niceness fades and I fuck him like a mad man.
His moans of ecstasy ring out like church bells.
His full cock bounces from my movements, slapping his abs.
I reach forward and grab him, giving him the same tugs I gave myself earlier. He shoots cum all over my hand and himself, yet I don’t stop. The mad man is in charge and he’s going to destroy Ewen.
Removing my hand, I bring it to his lips.
“Lick.” He opens and licks his seed off my hand.
That’s what does me in. My filthy priest, being fucked and licking his own cum.
Perfection at its finest. My movements become more brutal, I’m about to fall over the edge.
When I come, I push as deep as possible, wanting my cum to shoot so far into him I’ll be leaking out of him for days.
Staying deep inside him, I give him all the praise, kissing every inch of his face, willing my loving words to be a balm to him.
After what feels like eternity, I pull out of him. My cum leaks from his abused hole. He looks so thoroughly well fucked. My dick did that.
“Come on, shower time.” I help him up, his legs wobbly. “Easy,” I say and wrap an arm around his middle, helping him to the bathroom.
He’s quiet while I get the water turned on and we step in. Pulling him into my chest, caging him in my arms, I ask, “Hey, are you okay?”
Large, fully blown eyes peer back at me. He stares for a moment before he answers. “Yes, very.” He places a kiss on my jaw. “That was just a lot and I don’t think my body has ever felt so light.”
I spend the rest of the shower massaging his muscles and giving him all the praise. He gave me something special tonight. Himself, fully uninhibited. I will spend the rest of my days worshipping him.