Then he went rummaging in his bag, and a moment later came back with an actual bottle of lube. Hell yes.
He climbed up onto the edge of the bed and stalked toward me, like a panther after prey. I had to stifle a giggle at the notion of my cock being his prey, but as usual, he seemed to read my mind and rolled his eyes. “You are the most ridiculous man,” he muttered to me as he reached my side, cracking the seal on the lube and recapping it before squirting some out into his hand and completely slathering my cock with it. When I lifted a brow, he blushed. “It might have been a while since I’ve done this. Don’t want to be too terribly pathetic at it.”
“You couldn’t be pathetic at anything,” I promised, reaching out to grab his free hand, which was clenched in the comforter. “You don’t even have to?—”
“I want to,” he told me as he lifted up and came down straddling my body. “I want you. Every part of you. We’re in this together, in every way. I just might need a little practice.”
He reached back and positioned my cock against his entrance, biting his lip as the head slid in with the help of copious lube. I tried to hold back a gasp, mostly failing, but it was okay, because he did the same, his eyes drifting shut at the feeling of the intrusion. He wiped the extra lube off his hand on one of the towels, and then took my other hand in his, holding both of them, almost holding them down as he slowly, too fucking slowly, lowered himself onto my cock.
He was so hot and tight, squeezing all around me, that I was worried I would go off in ten seconds flat. But I already had one orgasm under my belt for the night, and that was going to save my damn life.
Maybe.
When he started moving, the sensation was almost immediately too much to handle. Fuck, how was he so perfect?
Then, he threw his head back and groaned, and I could have died from the sheer perfection of the moment. It didn’t even take him three strokes to adjust, lifting up and then practically shoving himself back down onto me, grabbing his lower lip between his own teeth to hold back—had that been a whimper?
Maybe so. He was already hard again, so clearly he wasn’t struggling with this at all.
“Fuck, Flynn,” he muttered above me as he started to bounce on my cock in earnest. “So fucking hot. So perfect.”
“Fuck yes you are,” I agreed.
When he leaned back to brace himself on my thighs and let go of my hands, I immediately reached for his cock, bobbingfree between us. I wasn’t going to last that long, and I absolutely needed him to come first.
I was no teenager who couldn’t control my orgasm long enough to make sure my partner got what he needed. I gripped his dick in one hand, and had to take a moment to focus enough to actually start stroking him, so distracted by the feel of him fucking himself on my own cock.
It was clearly the correct decision, though, because he jerked forward into my hand, and a moment later, his movements went wild, almost erratic, as he fucked himself back onto my cock, and then forward into my hand, moaning loudly, his mouth slack.
My big, strong, impossible vampire. Fuck me, he was so beautiful when lost in sensation.
It could have been a minute of him moving against me, fucking himself hard onto me, our breaths coming short as the only sound in the room other than skin against skin. It could have been an hour. An eternity.
It never would have been enough.
When he tensed above me, clenching hard around my cock, I forced my hand to move, to continue stroking him. He cried out at the feeling as his dick jerked.
I’d just seen the first spill of white from the tip of his cock when the world went red around me, and my own orgasm hit. I rode the high for a long moment, his ass still squeezing tight around me, our bodies moving in tandem, breathing together, hearts beating in unison, and for just a second, it was as though I could feel the whole universe, and it was all interconnected, right though the hearts of us.
When I came back to myself, we were lying on our sides, Davin stroking my hair, his eyes closed and a tiny smile on his lips. He opened them to look at me, and it was...it was like I thought sex was supposed to be when I’d been a kid. Likesomething fundamental had changed inside me, and though I didn’t know what, it was perfect and completely satisfying.
My life was going to be different from here on out. Maybe not because of sex, but because...Davin. Because this was it. Me and him, forever.
And I wouldn’t have changed it for anything.
CHAPTER 27
We woke at...well fuck me, I had no idea what time it was.
Between the time change of Southern California to Northern Scotland and the fact that for the last week I’d been sort of drifting between daylight hours and nighttime ones, it could have been nineteen-forty and I wouldn’t have been particularly surprised.
Either way, I woke up with Davin lying next to me, so it was a good day. Or night.
I didn’t give a fuck.
He was smiling at me already, even though I wasn’t sure what I’d done to warrant that.
“Already off somewhere in your head,” he murmured, running a finger from the top of my forehead, over the bridge of my nose, to its tip, then letting it fall onto my lips, over my chin, and down my neck.
