“I’m negative. I had myself tested last week. But it’s okay if you don’t want –” I interrupt him with a kiss.
“I want. I really, really want. And I’m negative too. I was tested shortly after we met, and I wasn’t lying when I said there’s been no one else for me.”
“Okay. So no condom.” He leans down and nips my bottom lip. “Now fuck me.”I throw the condom aside, open the lube and slather it over my hard length. Darius lifts onto his knees, holds the base of my cock and guides it to his hole. He pauses when the head breaches him and I grip his hips, letting him take control.
Slowly, he works himself lower, and I’m sweating by the time he’s fully settled on my lap. Darius holds onto my shoulders, lifts his hips, and then slams down again. His momentum builds as he rides me harder and faster. Pleasure builds in my groin andthe urge to fuck up into him itches at my skin. He must sense it because he moans, “Fuck me, Ollie,” before he’s breathing heavily against my shoulder. His skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and I run my hands over his back before taking his hips in hand and pounding up into him.
Darius is groaning, profanities falling from his lips.
“More, more,” he cries out.
With my hands under his ass, I shuffle us off the sofa, laying him down so that his back is on the floor. I lift his legs and hang them over my shoulders, and as much as I want to watch my cock slide into his body, I can’t hold back from the need crashing into me as I thrust into Darius with a force that moves us both along the floor.
Darius wraps his hand around his cock and strokes furiously, meeting the frantic rhythm with which I fuck him, until his body is tightening around my cock and he’s coming again. My body shudders, and I collapse on top of him, swallowing his cries as my release rushes forward. I come deep inside him, the knowledge that there’s no barrier between us shooting the pleasure higher.
“I love you,” I mumble into his mouth.
He releases a heavy breath, his eyes closing, a smile toying at his lips.
“Fuck. I think you melted my bones. I can’t move.”
With a matching grin, I pull out of him, taking a moment to watch my cum leak out of his hole, before sliding to his side and pulling him against me. I kiss his sweaty temple while I use a finger to gently press my cum back inside his body.
“I love you too, Ollie. In this lifetime and the next.”
“I like that.”
“Hmm…” Darius hums under his breath. “Can we go home now?” Looking down at him, I see that he’s wrinkling his nose,but there’s also a sated grin on his face. “We need to shower. People walk their dirty shoes on this floor.”
I laugh, roll him onto his back and cover his body with mine.
In this lifetime and the next.
Chapter 20
Darius
“Happy Birthday!” Florence pushes a blueberry and lemon muffin in my direction before she starts singing. Once she’s done, she kisses my cheek and pulls me in for a hug. It’s three days after my birthday – which was on New Year’s Eve, but it’s the first time I’ve seen her since my last shift in December, because she wasn’t able to make the over-the-top party my father threw for me.
The coffee shop is quiet – only two patrons chatting at a table in the far corner and a mum and toddler over near the window.
“Thank you.” I remove the candle and then resume staring out at the door.
“Are you waiting for someone?” she asks.
Shaking away my daze, I peel the paper off the muffin.
“Sorry. No. Just thinking. Something is up with my dad.”
“What makes you think that?” Florence comes to stand next to me, her hip against the counter.
I think back to the short, clipped message my father sent first thing this morning, asking me to meet him today in his office.
“It’s hard to explain. He’s been more distant than usual.”
“Maybe he has a lot on his mind,” she offers. “He does always seem to have things going on, from what you’ve told me.”
“I don’t know, but it feels like something isn’t right. He could barely look at me when I went home on Christmas Day, and then he threw that party and didn’t bother showing up, even though he’d messaged earlier in the day to say he had someone he wanted me to meet. He’s given me no explanation why he didn’t show, and he didn’t answer my call on New Year’s Day, nor did he return it.” I lift my phone that was lying on the counter. “Now he’s messaged saying I need to meet him later today.”
