Chapter 19
NINETEEN
F ox presses his sweaty forehead to mine, our eyes locked together, and a smile grows on my lips, matching his. I begin to laugh, but it sounds more like a giggle, so I smack my hand across my lips.
He reaches up and pulls it away before he kisses me softly. My eyes shut automatically, a feeling of safety and pure happiness blasting through me. I’ve imagined this for a long time, and now he’s mine. I can still feel him inside me, the slight pain eclipsed by the bliss of being in his arms.
“So cute,” he whispers. “Aren’t you, my boy?”
A shudder rolls through me, and my eyes snap open as I lick my swollen lips.
“Say it again.” My cheeks heat in embarrassment.
I sound so whiny and demanding, but Fox simply caresses my cheek as he stares at me like I’m perfect.
Nobody looks at me the way he does. I fell in love with his eyes first. They were only for me. Always for me.
“Say what?” he asks.
“Call me that again,” I murmur.
“What?” He tilts his head, but there’s a teasing glint in his eyes.
“My boy,” I snap, louder than I mean to, and his laughter makes me groan.
He finally calms down and leans his forehead into mine again, his eyes pinning me in place as his hands grip my hips and tug me even closer, shoving him deeper inside me.
The sensation makes me cry out, and he eats up the sound before his smoky voice fills my ear.
“My boy. You are my boy, aren’t you? Especially when you’re still wrapped around me like this.
You’re going to feel sore every time you move, reminding you that I claimed you, but you like it, don’t you?
” His tongue darts out and licks the shell of my ear, and I have to fight the urge to reach for him again.
“My boy,” he drawls, making me shiver again.
“Can we go again?” I ask, gripping his sides, my dick hardening in agreement.
“Needy boy.” He chuckles into my ear before laying a kiss on my neck. “Later. If I stay inside you much longer, we will be here all night and they’ll find us, but even then, I won’t stop.”
“That’s fine by me,” I say as I move my hips.
His laughter grows as he slowly pulls from my body, making me wince. Stepping back, he runs his eyes over me possessively before he yanks his pants up, leaving them open as I watch him.
I imagined being with him a million different ways. It was our first time together, not something I usually put importance on, but this is Fox. I wish we could have been in our bed like I imagined, but something about it being here is kind of perfect too, and I have the insane urge to cry.
I thought I’d lost him, thought I’d lost the only thing that truly matters to me, but he’s here, at my side where he’s always been, and I’m not letting him go again.
“Stop those thoughts,” he orders as he steps closer and pinches my cheek. “Even if you grow to regret this, I’m not letting you go now.”
“Never. I would never regret us,” I vow vehemently as I lean into his hand. “I was just thinking about how we should have done this years ago and how much time we wasted.”
He shrugs. “Some things take time. We were best friends, bandmates, and roommates. In some ways, we had a closer relationship than most couples before we even took this step. We know everything about each other, and it’s kind of beautiful that we didn’t complicate it with sex straight away.
” His hand caresses my cheek before gripping my chin.
“But make no mistake, now that we have, we aren’t going back.
I won’t be your best friend, your bandmate, or even just your roommate. I’m going to be your everything.”
“Good,” I retort, and his grin makes it worthwhile. I know I hurt Fox a lot, and I have a lot to make up for, but at this moment, it’s like nothing else matters.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to figure myself out,” I whisper.
“You’re worth waiting for, baby,” he responds. “Now come on before they find us.”
Dropping to his knees, he slowly pulls my pants up for me and pats my hips. He gets to his feet and steps back, grabbing my shirt and helping me into it before sliding into his clothes.
“Come on, superstar, let’s get back before they come looking for you,” he says as he buckles up his pants.
“I’m a rock star, not a superstar,” I mutter, sounding like a petulant child.
His smile only grows as he advances on me, and I wait eagerly for his touch, but he simply reaches up and smooths out my hair for me before sliding his hands down and righting my shirt. “Yes, you are, my boy.”
Holding my hand, he tugs me to the door and out into the hallway.
My cheeks heat with happiness, as if everyone here will know what we just did.
I curl my hand tighter into his calloused palm, craving that intimate touch for just one more moment, but as we round the corner into the main hall, he slowly pulls away.
I instantly miss the warmth, but I know why he did it.
Our contract says we can’t date, and if we are caught, one of us could be kicked out of the band.
I don’t want that, but each brush of our hands as we walk makes me ache to reach for him.
I want to wrap mine in his to show them all I don’t care.
That Fox is finally mine.
Instead, our pinkies hook together for one stolen moment before we break apart and head back into the green room, but as he steps into the crowd, his eyes lock on me, and he smirks as I try to sit.
I’m going to feel him all night, even if I can’t physically touch him—a reminder that it’s real.
I fucking love it.
The bus is filled with the sounds of Strike’s and Dash’s snores, but I’m wide awake, watching Fox in his bunk opposite me.
His eyes are closed. I remember his reaction when I snuck into his bed the other night.
I know it will be different now, and I don’t know if I need to prove it to myself or if I just can’t fucking sleep without his arms around me, but I slip silently from my bed and cross over the short distance to his.
Lifting the quilt, I slide in next to him.
His head lifts, his eyes opening, as I rest my head onto his bent arm and stare, waiting for his reaction.
“I wondered how long it would take you,” he teases, wrapping his other arm around me before he pulls me against his chest, his legs tangling with mine. He lets out a happy sigh, closing his eyes again.
I run my eyes across his handsome face.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he says softly.
“Like what?” I whisper.
“Like you want me to fuck you.” One of his eyes opens and meets mine. “You’re too loud when I’m inside you. The whole bus would wake up. Sleep.”
I know I’m pouting. My cock has been hard all night at the memory of the way he felt inside me. I want to come again. More than that, I want to touch him. I want to prove to both of us that I can.
Sliding my hand down his chest, I watch as his eyes open, his head turning as he glares at me. “Ry,” he warns.
“What?” I whisper innocently as I slide my hand lower until I feel the waistband of his boxers.
The snores are still loud, so I slip my hand inside and wrap my fist around his hard dick. Satisfaction fills me as I feel the proof of his desire, even if he said no. I jerk him hard, and his teeth sink into his lip as he reaches down to stop me.
I don’t want him to.
“I wanted to do this so many times. I even touched you once, pretending I was asleep,” I admit as I stroke him, feeling him throb in my fist as I lick and nip his chin.
He groans, thrusting his hips into my hand.
“You say you can’t fuck me here, so then let me play.
Let me remember all those nights I lay next to you, imagining this. ”
“Ry,” he groans, biting his forearm as his hips roll, thrusting into my fist. I drink down his reactions as I sit up and tug the quilt down so I can see him.
My back blocks anyone’s view as his abs constrict, the sight of my hand working him in his boxers making me hard as hell.
I slide closer, pressing myself to his leg as I watch him.
I’ve never felt as powerful as I do in this moment. Nothing compares to the sight of the mighty Fox fighting his need while I touch him. His body is covered in a sheen of sweat as he bites his arm.
It’s a sight I memorize, and I know it will remain with me until the day I die.
“Shit, baby.” He groans before he covers his mouth.
We still as the snoring stops. One of them turns, and then it starts back up again, and Fox smirks at me. His eyes darken, and then his hand wraps around my throat before he drags me closer. His lips brush across mine with each word he speaks.
“You shouldn’t have started this, Ry,” he warns just before his lips crash onto mine.
I grip his cock harder as I kiss him back.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine, drugging and addictive, until I find myself on my back below him, his hand gripping mine and dragging it from his boxers.
He slams both of my wrists above my head and pins them there as he settles in the cradle of my thighs, rubbing against me as he deepens the kiss.
All I can taste and feel is him. Desire courses through me until I roll my hips, our cocks pressing together through our thin boxers.
His hand tightens on my wrists to the point of pain, and I jerk back with a gasp, my eyes wide as I stare up at him. He watches me with this dark, greedy look that makes me shudder.
“I didn’t bring another condom, so I’m going to take you bare, and I can’t fucking wait.” He grunts, rubbing himself against me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body until his words sink in.
“You said we couldn’t,” I whisper.
“That was before you wound me up,” he grows against my lips. “I’m going to make it work, but you’re going to have to stay quiet, baby, because if you wake them, I won’t stop, not for anything, and they’ll see you getting fucked.”
My heart stops, making my chest ache, and then it pounds as he flips me so my face is pressed into his pillow.
His scent fills my nose as his hands grip my boxers and yank them down and off, leaving me bare below him.
I grind my cock into his bunk as his hands grip my ass, massaging my cheeks until I push back.
I turn my head to meet his dark eyes. Our bandmates’ snores still fill the air, louder than our ragged breathing, but both of us ignore them.
Reaching past me, he fumbles around in the drawer under his bed before pulling something out, and I shiver when something cold hits my ass.
His big hands rub it in before his fingers slide into me.
Gripping his pillow, I bite my lip at the slight pain, but I remember how good it felt, and I want that.
“I should take it easy on you, since you’re still new to this,” he murmurs as he leans over me, thrusting his fingers into my ass as his mouth meets my ear.
“But you started this and wound me up, so I’m not feeling very kind.
” He bites my ear, making me cry out before I swallow it down.
“This is going to hurt a bit, but I’m not stopping, you hear me? ”
Nodding, I meet his gaze once before his fingers pull out, making me whimper, but then I feel his length press against my ass. My body stiffens before I remind myself to relax, remembering last time.
“Good boy,” he praises as he lifts my hips into the air, dragging his dick along my hole until I push back, needing him to do something other than tease me.
As if my words follow his own thoughts, he slowly presses into me.
It hurts, but the burn is nothing compared to the one in my heart the last few weeks.
I embrace this, pushing back to take more until I feel him buried all the way inside me.
I’m so full, it hurts, yet it feels so fucking good, and then he starts to move.
He pulls from my body then pushes back in. I groan into his pillow and press back to take him deeper. He grips my hips, his fingertips digging in until I ache, and then he shows me exactly what he was talking about.
He hammers into my ass, the force pushing me into the bed with a cry. My hands grip the pillow as pain pierces me, but it’s quickly eclipsed by blissful pleasure as he takes me faster and harder.
There are no words—just us and our bodies.
My entire world narrows to him—his smell, touch, and sounds.
He remakes me into his possession, and it’s all I want.
This world thinks I belong to them, but they are wrong. I am his.
He presses my face into the bedding as he powers into me from above, the bunk squeaking with his frantic movements. I groan and cry into the pillow, pushing back to take more.
I don’t even care if Dash and Strike wake up. I wouldn’t let him stop now, not for anything.
I want to come so badly.
I’m close. My cock leaks all over his bed, my balls drawing up, and my spine seems to bow as pleasure spirals through me. When he tilts my hips back and his cock hits a spot inside of me that has my eyes crossing, all thoughts flee in the face of such ecstasy.
It explodes out of me, my muffled yell directed into his pillow as I jerk, my release spilling out of me. His grunt is loud behind me as he buries himself so deep, I feel him in my stomach as he comes, filling me.
“Fox,” I whisper, and he gently pulls his cock from me. It aches, but he must know because he leans down and kisses my ass before gathering me into his arms.
We’re both breathing heavily, and our skin is sticky, but neither of us seem to care as we bask in the afterglow and let our bodies recover until exhaustion consumes me.
He holds me tighter so I can’t escape, laying a gentle kiss on my shoulder. “Sleep now, baby.”