He gives my ass a hard squeeze. “Take yourself. Get off me.”
“I could come just like this if you keep kissing me.”
“I know you can, but I wanna put my cock inside you.”
“Mmph.Okay.”
He doesn’t disappoint. Once we’re naked in bed, he gets on top, kisses me, and fucks every drop of cum from my body before pulling out and shooting his load on my sweat-slicked abs. He then plunges his cock back into my hole and strokes out whatever’s left.
Since Evan moved away, it takes Deacon longer to come. I recognize my bottoming skills are still evolving, and he’s not complaining, but it’s something I notice. It’s not worth mentioning though. As long as he keeps having sex with me, I’ll be fine.
And maybe it’s got nothing to do with Evan or his absence, but I think about it. And I wonder if it would be different if he were here.
But of course it would be. This is what I get for thinking after having my brains fucked out while Deacon is sucking a mark onto my chest. I wrap my arms around him and let my body rock with his, finding calm in his steady rhythm and the warm pressure of his embrace.
43
DEACON
The door opens into a dark space, and I can barely make out his silhouette, but it’s unmistakable. I must have it memorized.
“Deacon?”
“Can I come in?”
Evan steps forward, and from the lone light in the hallway of his apartment building, I see the blinking blue of his eyes. “What are you doing here? How did you get up here? How did you find me?”
“I followed someone else in, you’re not that hard to find, and I read the letter you sent Isaac.”
“So, you just stopped by in the middle of the night? What time even is it?”
“Three? I don’t know. I have the day off tomorrow. So should you.” It’s a four day weekend.
“I do,” he says, “but I’m going to see my mom.”
I shove my hands in my pockets so he won’t see my fingers start to move through the minuet. “When?”
“Saturday and Sunday.”
“But not tomorrow?”
He shakes his head, still staring at me in confusion like I could be part of his dream.
“Do you still need help with your software?” I ask.
“Uh…what?”
“Since I have the day off tomorrow, I thought maybe I could help with it. If you still need it.”
“That’s why you drove down here in the middle of the night?”
“One of the reasons. I promised I’d help with it. Did you figure it out?”
“What if I say I did?” he asks. “Wasted trip?”
That question stalls me. I circle back. “Do you still need help?”
“Yeah,” he says quietly.
