Chapter 41
CHAPTER
FORTY-ONE
ZIGGY
Technically, it wasn’t a date, but when we got to the rock by the river with the tree swing, I thought of it as the site of our first date. There was something about that moment—the relaxing afternoon, the crackling tension, Kennedy’s bare, wet body—that cemented itself in my brain forever.
Today, I brought another picnic, and I set out a blanket with everything on it, wanting to be done before he gets here.
I only just manage it.
He’s early, like he couldn’t wait to see me, and considering I’m earlier, that’s saying something. Kennedy’s smile is as big and warm as it always is, and I wonder if that will ever change. If there’ll be a time that he doesn’t look at me like he’s excited just to be together.
He swamps me in a hug, mouth smacking a quick kiss to mine, before he steps back and strips off his shirt. He’s already glistening with sweat, and I know he was up early working so he could take the afternoon off.
“Coming in with me?” he asks.
Like I could say no. I tug my shirt over my head, then push my shorts down too. I didn’t bother with underwear since every time we’re together, we end up having sex.
Kennedy groans, head dropping back. “You’re too sexy not to touch.”
I laugh and slap the hand that comes my way. He can touch all he likes, but he’s washing off first so that I can do the same.
Without waiting for him, I step off the rock and into the water, continuing deeper until it reaches my hips. My half-hard cock bobs in front of me, but it’s hard to pay it attention when Kennedy follows, all that tall, thick body making its way through the water.
“Now who’s the tease?” I ask.
He wraps his hand around his semi and gives it a tug. “I really didn’t know that I had so much cum in me. Maybe it’s like a supply-and-demand thing. My balls know that I’m seeing you today, so they’re going to be in high demand.”
I’m almost certain it has nothing to do with that, and Kennedy is just a horny guy. It works for me. When it comes to him, I’m a horny guy too.
He reaches where I’m standing and wraps his arms around me. The feel of his skin on my skin is hotter than the sun shining down over us both.
“So. Another date,” he says. “You’re spoiling me.”
“I’m trying.” I reach up to play with his hair. “You deserve to have the actual romance you’ve always wanted. Actually, you deserve everything.”
“You’re too good for me.”
“I don’t think so. We work. And you make me happy. Considering how few people have bothered to do that in my life, I want you to know how much I appreciate it.”
“You make me really happy too,” he murmurs.
He leans in, mouth sealing over mine and strong tongue sweeping into my mouth. I’m surrounded by the scent of his sun-warmed skin and salt water, and I don’t think there’s ever been a time in my life when I’ve ever felt happier.
There are no secrets between us, no buried worries, no uncovered scars that we haven’t bared for the other person. Everything about Kennedy and his life is held precious in my chest, and every day, I wake up blown away that I have him in my life.
A boyfriend.
A real-life man who’s my friend and makes me see stars when I come. Who’s patient and kind but fierce when he needs to be. Kennedy Bellamy is the entire package, and I hate that he was ever made to doubt that.
I’m still haunted by the voices that live in my head, but their words hold less weight. I’m happy. I know who I am. So their lies can live on, but I know they’re lies.
I hope Kennedy can do the same with his demons.
His big hands reach down to palm my ass cheeks. It’s something he does a lot, and the way he squeezes and kneads me there never fails to turn me on. It’s possessive and sexy, and when he breaks our kiss to trail his lips down my neck, I could shiver into the sea.
While my blood heats, I reach up to play with one of his nipples. The immediate gasp that leaves him has me smirking through my arousal. It’ll never get old how sensitive his nipples are, and the fact that I can play with them and have him rutting against me in seconds is incredible.
Kennedy drags his hard cock against mine under the water, and my eyes flutter back into my skull. How have I gone my entire life without sex? Being naked with him, enjoying ourselves, hearing his deep voice as he tells me exactly what he wants … it brings me alive.
His large hands sweep up and down my back, making me feel so small under his touch. This man is consuming.
“Ziggy …”
“Mmm?” I’m too worked up for any real answer.
“I want to feel that piercing inside me now.”
Oh, fuck me. A weird little strangle sound comes from me.
“I’m taking that as a yes.”
I nod to support his theory. It’s a very, very strong yes.
“Your needy little face gets me every time. Come on.”
Kennedy takes my hand and pulls me back the way he came. I expect him to climb out, but instead, he reaches for his pants, pulls out a packet of lube and a condom, then bends over the rock.
The water is up to our knees here, but the rock is a perfect height to put his ass where I need it, and when he reaches back to spread himself open …
Shit.
Fucking shit.
My cock throbs at the sight of his exposed hole, but Kennedy doesn’t notice the way my head is about to explode because he tears open the lube and gets to it, rubbing his fingers over his entrance.
I’m torn between wanting to do it myself and wanting to watch the show.
But when his first finger sinks into his body and I haven’t moved, it’s impossible to take over.
Kennedy prepping himself for my cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Maybe one day, I’ll wrap my head around the fact that I have a sexy, confident boyfriend, but I doubt it.
Sex has always been an abstract, unspoken thing.
Kennedy is making me see it in a very real way.
“Enjoying the view?” he calls back to me.
I run my gaze from his messy hair, down his broad back, over him stretching himself, and down his thick thighs to where they meet the water. I am definitely enjoying the view. Maybe too much.
I give my cock a quick tug as I watch him, and it’s a struggle not to let myself have more. I’m rock hard, breathing deeply, wanting to touch him but not wanting to ruin a thing.
Two of his fingers press inside, and a whine gets trapped in my chest as I watch him spread around them.
I finally give in and stroke myself as I watch him work his fingers deep. He’s pressing them open, making sure he can take more, and it must feel good, judging by the way his back arches against the rock.
“Can’t wait for this to be your cock,” he says. “Normally, I hate bottoming, but the thought of you inside me … god, I want it. Want to feel you pushing in. Want your hands on my hips. Want you fucking me so hard and fast I can’t think.”
The water is loud as I move closer and snatch up the condom. I’m so ready for this, and I might not know what I’m doing, but it doesn’t matter at this point. My only aim is for us both to feel good, and I’m goddamn going to make sure it happens.
Only I have no clue how to get the condom on. I’ve never had to before, and I have my piercing to work with, which makes it even more tricky.
Kennedy must notice me struggling because he straightens and turns, hands resting over mine.
“Let me.”
I search his eyes for any disappointment.
“Never,” he scoffs. “Any chance to touch your cock will always be hot as hell.”
I can’t disagree with him there. He’s gentle as he rolls the latex down over my sensitive skin. Every brush of his fingers is a teasing promise, and by the time he has it on, I’m ready to go. I need to bury myself inside him.
“You ready?”
I nod, then remember to talk. It’s important. “Are you?”
“Very.” He presses a hard kiss to my lips. “Fuck my brains out, okay?”
I have no idea how to do that, but when Kennedy bends back over again, all I can focus on is the first step: entering him for the first time.
I move closer, legs slotting between his as I drag my cock along his crease. He’s deliciously responsive, pressing back toward me and making my balls ache with what’s to come.
“You good back there?”
In answer, I position myself at his opening and start to push inside. I’m not ready for the resistance, the pressure, and just when I’m worried that I won’t fit, my top pops inside.
Fuuuuuuuuck.
I stop myself from going too deep, trying to mimic Kennedy’s movements from our first time together, but I think my brain is leaking out through my ears. I’m very worried this is going to be a repeat of his blow job, but I’m already desperate to come.
Two inches deep, and I’m done for.
Shit.
I need to keep it together.
I take his hips like he said, tightening my grip on them to try and ground myself. This is fine. I can do it.
“I can take you all whenever you’re ready,” he assures me.
“Yeah, but I’m not so sure I can take it.”
It takes him a second to catch on. “Ready to come?”
“A bit.”
The bastard squeezes his hole around me. “That’s the point, Ziggy. Fuck and come. Slow or fast, none of it matters to me so long as you’re the one I’m doing this with.”
The way his words are like a balm to my chest keeps me going.
Fighting against the urge to let go, I slide further inside.
Kennedy is tight, and it’s not easy, but his ass is working with me to pull me in deeper.
All my effort to stop myself from hurting him is wasted, because the deeper I go, the louder he groans, until I forget what I was worried about.
Keeping control is rapidly failing.
“You can do it, Ziggy,” Kennedy says. “Let it all out.”
I don’t know if he says anything after that because I do exactly as he says.
The sun is hot at my back, the water is cool around my calves, and I thrust into Kennedy like it’s my dying wish.
His meaty ass slaps against my hips, reddening more and more every time we make contact.
Every time we’ve had together has been so sweet and intimate that fucking him just to fuck him is like this foreign, powerful surge of adrenaline.
He feels incredible wrapped around my cock. I’m so consumed by him that I forget how close I was. Forget to stress about making this good. I give in to feeling and how turned on I am and let him overwhelm my senses.
His scent is swimming around me, his moans are driving me out of my mind, and our sun-warmed skin is prickling with sweat that makes every slap of our skin sound sinful.
He’s pushing back onto my dick, and my balls are getting painfully tight. My arm muscles are locking up with how tightly I’m holding him, but I can’t let go because it will throw off my rhythm, and I’m not ready to stop.
“Your piercing,” he chokes out. “So, so good.”
Satisfaction makes my limbs light. I’ve reached that happy, bubbly part where my brain doesn’t know what’s happening, and the pleasure building at the base of my spine is almost too much.
I’m close.
“Fuck,” he grunts, and I’m abstractly aware of him jerking himself off. “Fuck, Zig. Fuck, fuck … fuck …”
Kennedy’s ass clenches around me, and I’m unprepared for the pressure.
I fuck him through it, rapidly losing the battle to keep going, and just when I think it couldn’t possibly feel any better, my orgasm hits hard.
I come with a body-racking shudder, bowing forward over Kennedy as I empty into the condom.
It goes on forever, and I turn to jelly, only standing by him holding me up. My lips meet the back of his neck, and I kiss him and kiss him and kiss him until my brain slowly trickles back online.
“Now, that’s how you pound the life out of someone,” he mutters, stretching beneath me.
I pull out, and somehow, we climb back out of the water.
We collapse onto the rock, needing another swim, but I’ve never felt so amazing. I leave the condom for now and stretch out, feeling like a lazy lizard who just came his brains out.
“Was that good?” I ask because even though I know that he got off, it doesn’t necessarily mean that he was okay with it all.
“Perfect.” He smiles, eyes drifting closed. “Still not sure how much I want to bottom, but your piercing felt so good.”
That fills me with satisfaction. “It’s yours whenever you want it.” I reach down to slot my hand into his. “And I’m good with bottoming. I also really, really like blowing you. We should do more of that.”
He barks out a laugh. “You are full of good ideas.”
I know I am. And speaking of good ideas …
I sit up, ditching the condom, then reach for the picnic basket and where I’ve hidden my gift. It’s not like I can shower him in pretty things up here, but I hope this is enough. It was worth every cut and scrape and burn.
With a deep breath, I turn and hold it out to him.
Kennedy sits up, face immediately serious. “What’s this?”
“I made it. For you.”
He’s staring at the little metal bird that I’ve assembled with wire, cogs, scraps of metal, and whatever spare parts I could find. It looks like a sparrow, and the only things not silver are the rust-colored wings.
“This is so cool. It’s a bird.”
Not just a bird. I wanted it to be special, and this was the hardest part to find. Rooney went out of his way to source it, and I’m going to owe him forever. I reach for the pin on the side and wind it up.
When I let go, music plays, and the little mouth moves up and down.
“What?” He holds it higher to watch it. “You made this? My boyfriend is a genius.”
I warm at the “B” word. It’s never going to get old. “Reminded me of you. You’re always singing. Do you recognize the song?”
He listens for a moment. “Hold on … is that ‘My, My, My’?”
I nod quickly. “Do you know why?”
“There’s a reason?”
“Of course there’s a reason.”
It’s obvious by his expression that he has no idea.
“It’s the first song I heard you sing along to. Loudly. With dance moves and everything.”
He tosses his head back with a laugh that reaches right into his chest. “How the hell did you remember that?”
“Because I remember everything about you.”
That will never change. Kennedy deserves a man who’ll worship him, and that’s a job I’m happy to claim. I vow to never, ever let him feel unloved again.