The groan he emits is loud and raspy a moment before I feel the warm jets of his cum as they leak from his fingers. I’m so distracted by his pleasure that I let my own slip from my grasp. When Declan nearly collapses against me, my cock is still hard between us, but I’m not disappointed. Watching him lose himself and knowing helet mewatch was better than anything I could have felt myself.
After a moment, with his chest still gasping for breaths, Declan lifts his head up and notices I’m still hard and throbbing, my shaft covered with his release.
When he slides his body downward, I grab his arm to stop him. “No, Declan. You don’t have to—”
He swats my hand away. Then he gazes into my eyes with a deadly serious expression. “I take care of you, don’t I?”
I’m stunned for a moment before nodding. “Yes.”
To my shock, he uses his thumb to spread his release across the length of my cock and then eases it into his mouth. My mouth is hanging open as I watch him suck me into the back of his throat, unbothered by the mess or the taste of himself.
“Declan,” I murmur, reaching my fingers into his hair.
Once again, my mind echoes—This isn’t what friends do.
This is so much more, and he won’t admit it. He’s gazing longingly into my eyes as he brings me so much pleasure it feels as if I could drown in it. It’s not depraved or dirty or wrong. He just wants to make me feel good, and he does. God, more than anyone, he does.
I’m being swept away on a warm summer breeze, and I feelit in every inch of my body. It’s not just a soul-shattering orgasm that racks through me—it’s him.
His mouth never leaves me as I come, taking every drop from my body to his as if we are one. And finally, I collapse onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling. He disappears for a moment, coming back with something to wipe me clean. And then he’s lying next to me. Our naked bodies are pressed together as he pulls me into his arms as if it’s the most natural, normal thing in the world.
I guess, in some ways, it is.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Colin
Declan and I walk side by side down the street in Amsterdam. I’m eating a chocolate-covered waffle, and he has his arm around my shoulder, mostly to keep me from wandering into the bike lane and nearly being killed.
“An advert, huh?” he asks before taking a puff off of his cigarette.
“Not just any advert. Acologneadvert. They usually give those to, like, models and A-list celebrities,” I reply before taking a bite.
“They chose you though, so they must know what they’re doing then,” he replies.
I smile to myself. There’s something about his compliments that just feel better than anyone else’s.
“This could be a huge break for me,” I say.
“I have no doubt, Shakespeare. It’s only a matter of time before the world discovers what a star you are.”
“You’re just saying that,” I reply, turning toward him with a soft grin on my face.
“I would never lie to you.” Then, he shoots me one of his signature winks and leans forward to steal the last bite of my waffle. He ends up with chocolate all over his face, so we bothstop, and I wipe it clean. We’re chuckling in the middle of a warm summer street in Amsterdam, and it feels like heaven.
We feel like a couple.
It’s the only thing that gives me the confidence to bring up what I want to bring up. “So…” I say before tossing the paper and napkin into a nearby bin. “I’ve been learning some things.”
His brows shoot upward. “Oh yeah? What kinds of things?”
We continue our walk along the canal, and while we’re supposed to be admiring the architecture and city, I’m too distracted by him.
“Things for us,” I say, starting simple.
His head turns as he stares at me quizzically. After discarding his cigarette butt, he puts his hands in his pockets casually. “Okay,” he mutters quietly.
“You know…” I stammer. “Things you could tell me to do. Or things you could do to me…”
