With my free hand clamped around his waist, I fuck into him in strong thrusts, Declan’s cock pushing into my fist.
He moans as he rocks back on my dick, fucking himself while I pound him.
“Harder,” he begs. “Make me feel it in the morning.”
I let go of his dick and pull him up until his back hits my chest. “Can you take it?”
“Do it and find out,” he pants, jiggling his sexy ass.
I growl and wrap a hand around his throat and pound into his ass with abandon. Declan groans, his hand resting over mine.
He feels fucking unbelievable. His hard muscles pressed against me, his warm hole engulfing me, his panting breaths drifting over the back of my hand.
None of my hook ups have ever had me as wound up as Declan, so eager to please him, to make him come so I can see that relaxed look on his face.
“Wanna come for me?” I whisper in his ear as I slam my dick into his hole as hard as I can without breaking him in half.
Instead of answering, a loud moan leaves his throat, and he explodes on the bedding, a full body shiver racking through him.
“Goddamn, that was hot,” I murmur as I continue to rail him, holding his hips as I fuck him through his orgasm.
He mewls incoherent words as my own release drifts up from my balls and explodes out of me, filling the condom.
I hold him close as shudders rock me, my cock pulsing as wave after wave of euphoria blazes through me.
“Fucking hell, that was phenomenal,” I murmur against his skin. Declan hums in agreement.
I roll onto my back and pull him to me, keeping him out of the wet spot as we catch our breath.
Almost like I can’t help myself, my hand drifts to the scar on his ribs, touching the raised flesh. It’s hot against my fingertips, as if it’s inflamed.
Declan tenses, grabbing my hand in a tight grasp. “Don’t.”
“What happened?” I ask, even though I know I shouldn’t. This isn’t what we are. We fuck, I keep his secrets about whoever is blackmailing him, and make sure Carter never finds out about any of this. I don’t get to be in his business about where he got his scars.
But there’s something about this Whitlock man that makes me want to. I’m a fucking fool, I know it. At no point have Declan and I ever had an even halfway decent conversation that wasn’t about sex.
I hold my breath, hoping he’ll answer. But I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up. Before my eyes, I watch Declan shut down, his facial expression going from that relaxed, heady look to guarded.
“Mind your business, Nico,” he grumbles, forcing himself off my cock and padding to his bathroom.
Sighing, I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I should have kept my mouth shut, but…where’s the fun in that? I want to break down those walls, bulldoze those defenses. Despite having Carter, Declan feels alone. He needs someone now that Hendrix is gone. I’m setting myself up for failure but fuck it. I’m here now. Declan will be mine. Fully and completely.
What a fucking fool I am. The man is a good fuck, but is it enough to want to start a whole-ass relationship? To put my heart on the line for him, knowing he may crush it?
Yeah, I think it’s worth it. I thinkDeclanis worth it.
But he’s skittish, so baby steps.
He comes out of the bathroom, still naked, his face a hard mask. “Why are you still here?” he almost sneers.
I pout, poking my lip out. “Aw, come on, D. Aren’t you gonna hold me after I just worked you out like that? I need rest.”
“You need to leave.” He picks my pants up and tosses them at me. I catch them but throw them back on the floor. “Now, Nico.”
“No, I’m staying. I want to talk to you about those letters you’ve received. Can’t talk about that if I’m not here.” I pat the bed beside me and Declan gives me a hard look. “Come on. I need to know what we’re up against.”
“WhatI’mup against,” he says, but flops on the bed. I slide up behind him, wrapping my arms around his middle as I kiss the back of his neck. He sighs deeply, rolling his neck back. “I think I know who it is.”
