He moans, thighs tensing. “Please . . . more. More. Suck me, old man. Please . . . please.”
“Love getting your cock sucked?”
“Yes, yes!”
I swirl my tongue around the swollen head, relishing his slick bitterness. “Tell me who this cock belongs to now.”
He hesitates for just a second before whimpering, “You.”
“Damn right.” I take him down to the root as I readjust to fuck his open mouth with shallow thrusts.
He chokes around my invading length. I pull back just enough to let him gasp once before driving deep again.
The dual sensations quickly have me hurtling toward the edge. With a final slam down his throat, I unleash my load with a guttural groan.
Devon frantically gulps to swallow it all until my moan vibrating around his cock triggers his own violent climax.
I swallow every spurt eagerly as he thrashes beneath me, then I climb off and gather him close, enveloping his slender frame with my larger one, skin to skin.
He melts into me with a contented hum, tucking his face into the curve of my shoulder.
I brush gentle kisses over his sweat-damp temples, along his sharp jawline, beneath the hollow of his throat. My hands glide slowly up and down the knobs of his spine, tracing nonsense patterns.
I want to imprint the memory of his body under my palms, to run my hands along him so many times, I know him better than myself. It’s a need that goes far past lust or passion.
I. Want. Him.
All of him.
But he made it clear the deal is just for tonight.
So, he isn’t mine, not really, and that aches in a way that leaves me breathless.
Gradually, his breaths even out until he's fully asleep.
I press one last lingering kiss to his messy hair, a sweet yet sad tenderness filling me for this prickly, contradictory, vulnerable man before I fall asleep as well.
Chapter 6
Morning light filters through the torn curtains, pulling me from sleep. Haven’t felt this rested, this content in a long time, if ever.
Devon’s still curled against me and I relish in the feel of him against me a few moments longer.
Even with Mac and Colt cuddling was never our thing. We fucked, got off, went to sleep. The times we crashed in a heap was still more friendly than what I’m feeling right now. But there’s uneasiness in my chest too.
Not sure how Devon’s gonna react when he wakes up. If he’s gonna bolt. The deal was he'd stay until morning and time's up.
After nuzzling into him one last time, I gently remove my arm from his waist before I stretch, wincing at the pleasant ache in my muscles then hop out of bed and gather my scattered clothes from the dingy floorboards.
Behind me, the sheets rustle. And when I glance back, Devon’s watching me warily, clutching the sheets to his bare chest.His guarded response douses the contentment I felt waking up together.
“You’re safe, Devon. Our deal’s done. I won’t touch you again.”
He continues staring wordlessly, a flush creeping up his neck. His lips part as if to speak before pressing closed again.
A flicker of hope sparks in my chest. “What is it?”
He seems to steel himself before asking in a rush, “Is it . . . is it always so intense?”
