I bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling as he walks in and drops his bag by the door.
“Oh fuckin’ hell,” he mutters with a sexy rasp to his voice. “This place comes with some fancy bloody amenities.”
I chuckle under my breath. “You’re not supposed to make me laugh.”
“Shite. Sorry,” he says before clearing his throat. Then he takes a few steps toward me, his brown leather shoes clicking against the tile floor. “This is one of those moments that’s going to burn into my memory, Shakespeare. The sight of you on the floor waiting for me. I could get used to this.”
“I’m all yours,” I say, glancing up at him.
He reaches down on an exhale and runs his fingers over the short strands of my hair. It’s much shorter than normal for a part. I landed a role in a popular franchise, and the character I played had a buzz cut. It was hard to part with my gold locks, but it was well worth it. This role was by far my highest-paying job yet.
As for Declan, he looks better than ever. His hair is actually longer than I’ve ever seen it, down to his shoulders. Tucked back behind his ears, it curls so nicely and looks so sexy. His facial hair is short, but it’s the first time I’ve seen him with anything resembling a beard.
“Lucky me,” he mumbles in response. “And what shall I do with ye?”
“Anything you’d like,” I reply.
“Honestly, you look so fucking good right now. I think I’d just like to look at you.”
Leaning back on my feet, I gaze up at him as I fight the urge to smile. “All right.”
After a moment, he walks to the large armchair in the living room. Then, he pats his knee and says, “Come here.”
I move to all fours and crawl toward him, eager to please. When I reach him, he pats his knee again and says, “Up here. Let me look at you.”
So I climb onto his lap, and he settles into the chair, letting his eyes and hands take their time with me. He absorbs me slowly as if he’s savoring me.
It’s a far cry from the two young men who found themselves making out in a university gymnasium after hours. How far we’ve come in just four years.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers as he runs his hand up my leg. My cock is lying half hard on my thigh, waiting desperately to be touched. But he teases me, taking his time. Instead, he draws his fingers up my spine and down my neck.
He pulls me toward him, kissing me under my ear and on my shoulder.
I know what he’s doing. He’s warming me up. Making me die for his touch. Getting me so needy for him that I won’t be able to function without him.
It’s a cruel and salacious trick.
And it works like a charm.
The more he teases me, the more fired up he gets, until he’s humming against my skin, nibbling the flesh of my chest and back as if he’s trying to take small bites of me. It’s a mixture of pain and ecstasy, and I need more.
“Get on the floor,” he mutters in my ear.
I move to my knees between his legs and wait for the word. He starts unbuttoning his shirt as he says, “Take my cock out, Shelby.”
My fingers are ravenous as I work open his trousers.
“Take them off,” he says as he lifts his ass off the seat.
I’m tearing them down and then working on each of his shoes to get his trousers off completely. It takes a moment of work, but finally, I have him on the chair in nothing but his tight briefs, and it’s everything I wanted.
I wish I could stop time. I wish I could build my entire life around this moment right here. I’m kneeling naked on the floor for the love of my life. And the best part is him finally knowing he can trust me. We have gotten to this place, and it feels like one step closer to the life of my dreams.
“Go ahead,” he says, nodding down to his cock. I can see it thick and straining against his briefs.
As he reclines back in the chair, his arms resting on the sides, he reminds me of a god. And I get to pleasure him. I’m the one he chose.
I peel down the elastic waistband and ease his cock out. I hold it in my hand, and it’s like being reacquainted with an old friend. I love the weight of it in my hand. The smooth, hard surface of it. The thick veins running from the base to the head.
