“Are you still going? How did I forget how huge your cock is?”
“I promise I’ll spend this next week reminding you. And I’m only halfway in.”
I feel his happiness in our connection and in the way his hands touch me. Even the way he continues pushing until he bottoms out tells me how much he wants this. I moan at the stretch, amazed at how full he still makes me feel. How loved. How accepted. How needed.
He blankets my back, groaning with me. “I missed you so much,” he says, kissing my cheek as he slowly, carefully rolls his hips. “I missed burying myself in your hot body. I missed our shower. I missed the creek. I missed your tattoos.”
“I just missed your cock,” I joke, thrusting back against him, needing every inch.
He wraps his arms around me, palming my belly, as he slowly, torturously strokes my cock in time with his thrusts. We rock back and forth as he makes subtle adjustments, angling himself perfectly, knowing exactly where I need him. His devil hands find and play with each of my piercings before finally acquiescing to my begging.
Speeding up, he gives it to me as hard as I need it, tightening his grip on my cock, practically finding my back teeth with his impossibly large dick.
“Coming,” he whispers, filling me, marking me, telling me I’m his without words. I groan at the sensation, coming quickly by his hand, unable to hold back.
We thrust through our orgasms, then keep going for a bit longer, unwilling to stop, to separate. Even as my arms shake from holding up his weight, I don’t want him to leave my body. I clench around him, reveling in the sounds of his overstimulation.
Payback’s a bitch, though, and Javier continues stroking my spent cock until I’m a jerking mess, begging for mercy. Laughing, we finally reluctantly separate and tumble to the bed.
I squeak when I land on the wet spot. “Dammit, I just washed this duvet.”
Laughing, he dips his fingertips into the fresh cum, sucking them clean. Finding the wet spot on my hip, he licks that clean too before crawling off the bed and standing in the hallway, holding out his hand to me.
“Here, let’s get cleaned up together.”
Knowing there’s a one hundred percent chance that getting clean will lead to something dirty, I grin and take his hand.
There’s a promise in his smile and in his firm grip. I no longer have concerns about the direction in which this relationship is going. He’s shown me again and again that he’s in this for life. So am I.
* * *
Javier
Standing with Levy underneath the outdoor shower, I can’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else except in this moment.
I’m proud of the work the team has done in the colonias over these last several weeks. Not only are we taking out the assholes responsible for victimizing these very vulnerable children, but we are also working with local services to bring much-needed utilities to these neglected neighborhoods.
Watching Ant as he continues to mature into an operative is…I suppose it’s similar to what a father would feel. Pride in the accomplishments of his family.
I am concerned by the fact he’s grown a little cold, a little detached, but I bet he’s doing it to protect himself. While he and Erik live together, they don’t share a hallway and bathroom like he did with Bram and Levy. Ant’s on one side of the house and Erik is on the other, and as far as I can tell, the only time they really spend time together is on these ops.
Whatever Charlie had in mind when he decided Erik should stay at the bunkhouse…it’s not happening. I think Ant has decided he’s not going to hope for something that isn’t there.
That’s probably smart, but I’m more convinced than ever that somethingisthere and that every brain cell in Erik’s head is working overtime to deny his feelings.
Regarding the work, we found out from Parker that our takedowns have been so effective that Wimberley might not have to execute a hostile takeover of the semiconductor plant. They might be able to waltz in and buy it for pennies on the dollar.
“You should’ve seen them,” she said, laughing. “Our money guys are always shocked when doing the right thing makes money. They never question it when it’s something underhanded, but when it actually improves lives? They can’t for the life of them figure it out.”
I’m glad I don’t have to understand their perspective on things.
As for home, things are sweeter than I ever thought possible. I get to know Desi and Wyatt a little better this Sunday dinner. Wyatt and I aren’t too far apart in age, and we start talking about their story.
I’ve heard many stories about Renée, his late wife, but listening to Wyatt and Desi’s long and sometimes painful love story, makes me sheepish to admit how Levy and I fell right away.
“We couldn’t deny it, so we stopped trying.”
Desi swoons, saying his uncle gave him his property in Puerto Escondido and we should take advantage of it. Desi and Wy don’t know the details of what we do, but they do know I’ve been busy “at work” for the last several weeks.
