“Please don’t deny me. I need you. I need you to replace the ugly with beauty. The bad pain with the good. I need you toremind me that sex isn’t some depraved act, but about love and passion and desire.”
His eyes tear up, and I think he’s going to turn me down, but his hands slide around me, gripping the tops of my thighs. Picking me up, he sits me on the vanity. His lips descend and capture mine. I open to him immediately, wrapping my legs around him.
Our tongues lick at each other before twisting together. The kiss is slow and sensual and so fucking hot. He’s both giving and demanding and I’m breathless and panting in no time.
His mouth drifts from mine. Lips, tongue, and teeth move over my jaw to my ear. He sucks and nips at the tender flesh of my earlobe and that spot under my ear that’s like hitting the nitrous button on one of those suped up race cars to my libido. My dick goes from half mast to rock hard so fast, it’s almost scary.
“Daddy!”
“I got you, min karlek,” he murmurs, tilting my chin back as his lips suck their way from the side of my head to the other.
He gives the same treatment to that side before taking my mouth again. His hands roam over my body and mine mirror his on his body. We pinch and twist each other’s nipples. Gasps and groans fill the air around us as we explore the other’s body.
His fingertips are rough and they give me the chills as they trace over my body, lighting my nerve endings on fire. The man is intoxicating, and I’m getting desperate.
Using my feet, I drag his sweats over his ass and down his thighs. My hands follow behind, tracing all the skin I’ve uncovered. Nails dig into the plentiful bounty he was blessed with in the ass department and I pull him to me.
Our cocks align, dragging over one another.
He growls, thrusting against me, painting me with his precum and him with mine.
I gasp, whimpering into his mouth.
“I need ye, Tavish. Like hellfire burning.”
I can feel the truth of his words. He’s trembling against me. My body mirrors his. It’s like they’re begging for one another. Like they’ll rattle apart if we don’t give in. As if the need is too great to be contained.
“Then take me, Draven. I’m yours.”
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
DRAVEN
I’d liketo say I was a better man and I dinnae fall on the lad like a wild thing, but it would be a lie.
My mouth crashes onto his and I scoop him up into my arms, carrying him to the bed. I dinnae toss him on it. That would’ve required me to let him go and that wasnae going to happen. Nae ever again. The lad was mine. He’d given himself to me before and now after, and I’d have to be a dead thing to lose him again. I dinnae think even that would keep me from him.
The world recedes as our wants and needs take over. The room is a cacophony of sounds. Whimpers, moans, groans, hisses, gasps, and cries fill the air, mingling with the sounds of our bodies moving together over and over.
I cannae take my eyes off him. His skin glistens in the moonlight as it shines through the windows o’ our bedroom. He’s thrown his head back, arching into me as I stroke us both. My big hand wrapped around us as we thrust against each other.
The daddy and the Dom are slumbering in the recesses o’ me, as are the boy and sub in Tavish, it seems. Tonight, we are just two men who love one another, even though he’s nae said it yet. I ken he does. He loves me as I love him. This night, we are equals in a way a Daddy and boy and a Dom and sub arenae.Neither o’ us is in control. It is shared equally. It’s so fucking hard to wrap my head around in my sex crazed mind. Iffn I tried to explain it, I probably wouldnae make any sense. It’s an experience I’ve nae had. Nae, even with Simon.
The sound o’ his cries urges me closer to the climax burning in my belly, but I’m nae ready for this to end. I want it to go on forever. I ken it cannae, but to lose this moment or let it end too soon would be a sacrilege. I need it to last.
I grasp onto the shreds o’ my willpower and pull away from him slightly, letting our pulsing dicks go.
“Draven!” he screams, reaching for me.
I take his mouth, moving us up the bed to get to the nightstand and the lube. I flick open the cap, and he gasps, pulling his mouth from mine.
“Oh, God! Yes! I need you in me!” he cries out, pulling his knees back to his chest.
His ass spasms in need, and I trace the rim, pressing my lubed fingers into him. Slowly, at a steady pace, hoping I’m nae hurting him.
He hisses, and I pull from him, but he grabs my hand, holding it in place. “Don’t. I need you. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck away all the shitty things that happened.”
I take my time opening him up, and soon the hisses turn to moans. Deep, guttural sounds that make me throb and pant.
