“Shoot. Sorry, sorry. Oh God,” he said, running a hand over the top of the comforter, following the curve of my body. “I forgot. I could remember when you had the cast, but I just—”
“It’s okay.” I was so happy to see him I really didn’t care. Aspen was still at Vinegar Hill, and I wanted to be done with everything. I wasn’t sure why he’d offered to stay behind. I’d wanted him to come home with me, but he and Cillian had been having some sort of quiet shit-eating contest that only made things worse for me because it was clear I was what they were having it out over, even if they weren’t talking.
“Are you okay?” Vail asked. He shrugged off the robe, and I hummed at his naked, edible body. His muscles were firm and perfect but not overbuilt.
“Of course, I’m a Company man.”
He raised his eyebrows at me as he wriggled under the comforter, and then I had his warm, soft skin pressed against mine and the world didn’t suck so much. I nibbled his bottom lip, and he hummed.
“I’m worried about you because I love you,” he said slowly, as if he had to explain or I might not get it.
“Love you, too.” I felt choked up saying the words and wasn’t sure why. I cleared my throat. “Does your butt still hurt?”
An adorable furrow formed between his blond eyebrows. “From Cillian? He stretched me out nicely. I know he doesn’t always, but I’m fine.”
Groaning, I knocked my forehead against his, and he smiled. “No, from landing on it when you fell from heaven.”
He rolled his eyes, and I chuckled until I was gasping for breath. “You need some better lines. They have books for that.”
“Nah, these ones are good.” I kissed the tip of his nose.
Vail pouted like he didn’t believe me and leaned in to press his lips to mine. He sucked on my bottom lip, and as irritated as I was with Cillian and his bullshit, this was nice. He’d taken that first desperate orgasm from Vail, and while I loved it when he was a whiny, sweaty, needy mess, right now I wasn’t up to it. I enjoyed this slow heat that simmered between us. He skimmed his fingers over my belly and played with the hem of my boxers.
“Can I?” he asked. His pupils were wide and his brown eyes glowed with love.
I nodded and unclipped the insulin pump. “Can you be careful, or do you want me to take it out?” I asked, tapping the pump. He checked to see where I set it and smiled.
“I’ll be careful.”
Between the two of us, we got my boxers off fast, and I swallowed hard when he slung his leg over the top of me, climbed aboard, and rested his ass on my thighs. He chewed the inside of his lip and played his fingers along my dick. We were both curved, and sometimes he liked to put it to center, then let go to watch it swing the way it naturally went. He did that a few times until I laughed and stopped him.
“I’m stretched, lubed, and full of cum,” he whispered, glancing at me from under his eyelashes. I moaned. “Bet you’ll slide right in.”
“Do it, babe.”
He nodded and raised himself up, and we both groaned when I nudged against his pucker. I held on to my dick, and he sat down on me. There was that amazing moment that happened every time we fucked, when my dick pushed against his hole and I thought maybe I would slide away, but he relaxed, and I popped through that ring of muscle into his scalding-hot body. I let my head fall back against the bed as his tightness blew my mind.
“Cillian felt bad for the way he acted. He helped lube me up for you,” he whispered. “Do you think he just likes playing in my ass?”
Laughing, I nodded, and he gave me the sweetest smile back. Had I thought it was good that Cillian had fucked out Vail’s first load for the night? I was wrong. He wriggled his hips, not letting me do any work. His heat and the pressure got to me fast and had me panting and straining upward, but he wouldn’t be rushed, and I was trapped in the pleasure of watching his tight abs roll. I slid my hands up his chest and palmed his firm pecs, and he nodded and bit his lip as I plucked at his nipples. His asshole squeezed around me. I was mesmerized as his dick jerked and precum glistened in the yellow lamplight.
“That’s what I want to see at the end of a long day.” Aspen’s deep voice had me bucking my hips into Vail. He came over and put his hand on my abs, and I fell back against the bed. His eyes were serious and assessing. “Let Vail handle the work. He knows what he’s doing.”
It was hell, but I settled onto the bed under Aspen’s watchful gaze. I could’ve died of embarrassment at the whimper that escaped me when he kissed Vail, fucking his tongue into Vail’s mouth. I wanted to ask a thousand questions—but my brain wasn’t working. Aspen sat down beside me and stroked Vail’s dick, and I dug my toes into the bed because I loved the sight.
Then Aspen leaned down to kiss me. His lips were so soft, and he slid his tongue along the seam of my mouth, then pushed inside. His tongue grazed mine, and my dick throbbed, lightning pulsing on my cockhead, and then he swirled his tongue with mine. I whimpered. His strong hand settled on my abs again—I’d been bucking into Vail’s wonderful heat.
Vail moved faster.
Aspen sucked on my tongue, and I scrabbled at his hand, but he forced me to stay flat. I tried to turn my head, but he followed me, fucking his tongue into my mouth as pleasure punched me from the tip of my dick, deep into my body. My balls emptied and I shook through the joy. When I was done, Aspen growled and fucked my mouth with his tongue like he wanted to shove his dick between my lips, and another rush of satisfying tingles swirled through my groin.
Aspen sat back, and Vail stared at us with his bottom lip between his teeth, dick gleaming with all the precum spilling from his slit. I couldn’t help it, I smirked.
“Like what you see?’
He nodded fast.
Aspen gave Vail the little smile he seemed to save for him, and I was shocked at how goddamned jealous it made me. What had Vail done to get it? I shook my head and tried to let that go. Vail was... well, Vail. He deserved the world.
