Page 148 of Out Of A Fix

That would not do.

He was healthy, our whole house was sickness-free, and we were alone. He was finally all mine. I took his face in my hands and tipped his head back so I had better access, and then slowly deepened the kisses, making each one languorous and hungry, tasting him, savoring him as my fingers traced over the curve of his jaw, up into his hair, then down to his throat, and I held him there, under my power, and mauled his mouth, each kiss more grinding and hungry than the last, my tongue taking absolute possession until he was trembling in my arms.

He pulled back and rasped, “My legs aren’t gonna hold me,” the words almost lost with how ragged his breathing was.

I picked him up, and the moment I did, his legs instinctively wrapped around my hips. I carried him to our bed, and once there, put him down, his head on his pillow, and looked my fill of him. I couldn’t help it. Hard to wrap my brain around the fact that he was mine.

“Your eyes are so dark right now,” he whispered.

“That’s because of you.” I dropped both my towels beside the bed, opened the nightstand drawer, and got the lube. “I have never wanted anyone more than you.”

“Why?” he asked breathlessly.

“Because I’ve never loved anyone before.”

A shiver ran through him as I got onto the bed and straddled his hips. I bent and retook his mouth, my chest pressed to his as I devoured him, taking my time because we had all night and every night and day, whenever we wanted, for the rest of our lives. I’d never felt so settled in my own skin, so grounded. I didn’t have to hurry because this was never going to end.

“Nash,” he husked, turning his head to take a breath.

Slipping my hand under the drawstring of his pajama bottoms, I took hold of his cock and stroked him, over and over, from balls to head, as I made love to his mouth.

When he was trying to pull me down, tugging on my shoulders, my biceps, arching up against me, I moved, lying down beside him, loving the feel of his body against mine, the smell of his skin, and all his noises. The whimpers and sighs, the way his breath was catching, my name spoken without end, like a prayer.

Rising over him, I rolled him to his back and slowly eased his pajama bottoms down, using my hands to rub and massage his legs as I removed them. When he was lying under me, staring up at me with blown pupils, I reached for the lube.

“What’re you gonna do?”

“Put lube all over this beautiful cock of yours and then ride⁠—”

“No.”

“Honey, I really need to⁠—”

“I need to see,” he croaked out, lifting his legs, putting them around my hips. “You’re so… I want you to have me.”

I loved to bottom; there was no doubt. But I wanted to claim Luke more than I wanted to breathe.

“Please,” he begged. “I need to be yours.”

I came down over him, hands on either side of his head, braced so I could stare down at his face. “If you want me to stop, at any time, you⁠—”

“No,” he murmured. “How you carried me, and kissed me, and you don’t wait for me, you just touch me like you can’t help yourself, like I’m precious and—please, Nash.”

I kissed him hard and then pulled back, loving the way he leaned as far as he could to not break the contact, then rolled him to his stomach.

“But I wanted to see your eyes and—Nash!” he howled as I parted his cheeks and licked over his opening.

Easy to tell he liked that because that fast, his arms gave out on him and he went facedown into his pillow, ass in the air as I licked and laved, sucking and shoving my tongue inside his hole. I made everything wet, and when I added a finger, he screamed into his pillow. It sounded like my name, and I smiled as I stroked his cock in unison with my tongue in his perfect, taut ass, stroking inside him, slowly opening him up, his muscles loosening with my tongue and fingers.

“Why’re you waiting?” Luke asked.

“Because you have to be ready for me,” I rumbled, and when I opened the lube, he heard it and shivered. “I want you crazy for me, completely out of your mind.” I slipped two coated fingers deep into his body, and he moaned loud and long. In and out, deeper each time, then making the same circles I had with my tongue.

“Nash!” he cried out. “Please.”

The begging wasn’t necessary. Lining my head up with his hole, I pressed forward, watching him take me in, enjoying seeing him stretch around me for a moment before I curled over him, taking his cock in hand and working his length.

“Push out, honey,” I ordered, my breath in his ear as I slid in deeper, knowing there was the burn, the pain, but feeling how thick and hard he was in my grip.