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Chapter ten
Noah
I was going to fuck Declan Brannon.
Teenage me would’ve lost his mind, and adult me wasn’t doing much better. For far too long, I’d fantasized about sinking into his ass, and I was buzzing with the thought of getting to taste his body, to engulf his cock, to swallow his cum. I didn’t even need to come. I would’ve been satisfied with blowing him.
However, he then flipped around as if to fucking tempt me further and thrust that peach of an ass back toward me. Like I needed more convincing. A long, low groan slipped from me, and I palmed my cock again. I wouldn’t last like this, not with that lush ass on offer.
I ran a palm across his ass, and a shudder racked through me. Fuck, it was as firm and supple as I’d always imagined.
“That feels good,” Declan purred. His directness had always been attractive, but when applied to sex? Goddamn, I detonated. He was the singular hottest guy I’d ever been with, and no one would ever compare .
No one ever had, truthfully.
Something about his candor always set my anxieties at ease, let me out of my shell even more, let me feel seen. And that was so damn rare. He had no idea what a treasure he was.
“You know what’ll feel even better?” I said.
“If you say your cock, I’ll roll right off this bed.”
“Fine.” My heart skipped a beat. This playfulness, this lightness was utterly Declan, and I savored every second of it. “Do you have condoms?”
“Yes. Top drawer of my nightstand. Up to date, and the lube’s there too.”
Unsurprising from him, though I didn’t want to think about who he’d used them with.
He glanced back. “Are you ever going to strip down or just fuck me with your coveralls on?”
“Someone’s sounding mighty impatient.” I gave his ass a light spank, and he let out a low moan. The sound punched right through me with lust. The idea that he wanted my cock deep inside him—fuck. I’d dreamed of him bottoming for me a thousand times over. Of bending him in half and sinking between those lush cheeks. And now his gorgeous ass was in my palms, and damn, he was just as sexy as I’d imagined. “I think I want to taste you first.”
“I mean, that was part of the original game plan you seem to have forgotten about,” Declan said in a pert tone. Such a brat.
“Do you not want to get eaten out, beautiful?” I said, taking on an arch tone. “An ass this delicious, and I could have you begging and pleading in minutes.”
He thrust his ass back farther. “Do your worst.”
Challenge accepted .
I slipped off the bed, zipped down my coverall, tossed the garment to the floor, and tackled the rest of my clothes. In the blink of an eye, I was naked, my clothes joining Declan’s on the floor. I grabbed a condom and the bottle of lube from his top drawer, set them on the bed next to him, and settled behind him again. The mattress creaked with the movement, and his sharp breath echoed through the room.
Declan glanced at me over his shoulder, eyes wide. “Damn. You’re hot as hell.”
Exhilaration thrummed through me at hearing those words from his lips. My whole body hummed, alive with a tension I’d been waiting a lifetime for. No one else affected me the way he did, and no matter what happened between us after this, I’d be forever grateful for tonight. His glasses, a hint askew, glinted in the flickering light, and his hair was rumpled in a way he’d never allow if he wasn’t fuckdrunk.
Damn, he was so gorgeous, and tonight, he surrendered to me.
I sank down right in front of that sexy ass, and I spread his cheeks. His hole was perfect, the furled skin pure temptation. I didn’t hold back but leaned in and licked.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned.
“That new for you?” Honestly, I’d been surprised and so turned on that he’d already played with his ass. For as straightforward as he was, Declan also managed to constantly startle me.
“You’re the first,” he said. A pulse of pride shot through me. I dipped back in and licked and sucked at his hole. He tasted a little earthy and sweet, and I didn’t hesitate in devouring him. I gripped his cheeks hard, the perfect handfuls, and kept him pried open. My cock wept against the sheets as my erection made a valiant attempt at digging into the mattress. Fucking hell.
Declan’s whimpers pierced the air, the sound so addictive I buried my face in his hole, trying everything in my power to coax more reactions from him. Once his hole softened under the onslaught, I drove my tongue in.
“Holyshitfuck,” he gasped. I drew it back and thrust in again. He was so beautifully responsive, and imagining these sorts of reactions while he got speared by my cock? Goddamn. I drove my tongue into him again and again until his cries echoed around the room, and he shifted his hips and rode my face. Saliva dripped down his legs, pooling onto the mattress, but I didn’t give a damn. The feel and taste of him had me transfixed, obsessed.
“I need you, Noah,” Declan begged.
Those words snapped me out in a hot second. I reached around and found his cock had thickened again, way faster than I’d expected.
“What do you need, beautiful?” I asked, my heart thumping hard.
“Fuck me. Please.”
God. Those were the words I’d waited a lifetime for.
Reverence washed over me in a fierce torrent. I pushed up behind him. He flexed forward, his gorgeous body on full display. His back was formed of firm lines, clear dips and divots, and the dimples on his lower back were driving me out of my mind. His hair was mussed, and his head dipped down as he panted. That ass was on perfect display with the way his knees were bent, legs spread.
I was more of an agnostic than anything, but in that moment, sheer awe struck me square in the chest, like I witnessed something holy. My heart stopped for a moment and restarted as I inhaled the delicate pine scent of his cologne. The sheets were crinkled where he’d been fisting them. Having Declan wrecked and messy on a bed beneath me was one of the experiences I’d longed for ever since I’d started noticing guys, even if I never believed it would happen.
“I’ve got you.” I grabbed the condom, ripped the foil, and rolled it on, squeezing around my base to keep from blowing. God, the second I got inside him, I was going to explode. I needed to find some way to restrain myself.
I ran my hand along his plump ass, watching the jiggle from the movement. Heat flushed through me, as wild and raging as a forest fire. “Do you need me to stretch you out?”
Declan shook his head. “Not really. I play with myself regularly.”
Fucking hell .
I’d scored the goddamn jackpot and never realized it. “Pretty sure this is a bit bigger than a toy.”
“You haven’t seen my toys,” he shot back. Ngh. I tugged at my balls, which threatened to unload on the spot.
My cock jutted straight out, painfully hard, and I wrapped my hand around the base to guide the tip right to Declan’s spit-soaked hole. I traced the tip around it a few times, and the shudder that rippled down Declan’s back sent a jolt of lust through me. I needed to get inside him yesterday. Truthfully, a decade ago.
I snagged the lube and squirted a little bit onto his hole, then slathered the rest over my cock. “So you’ve never been fucked by someone else?”
He glanced back. “Define fucked. I’ve had a girl fuck my ass with a toy.”
My god. Why had we circled around each other for so long? Deep in my gut, something told me Declan was perfect for me, and this confirmed it.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” I settled behind him again. I lined the tip of my cock up to his hole and pushed in. Declan’s tight heat enveloped me with an ease that made it clear he hadn’t been lying about being comfortable with ass play. If anyone could handle some of my kinkier fantasies…well, I might have met my match in Declan Brannon. “I’m your first guy, right? ”
“I think I would’ve considered myself bisexual far earlier than now if I’d fucked a guy,” he said dryly. “Is that all you’re packing?”
Enough of that. If he was coherent enough for sass, I wasn’t doing my job.
“You’re such a brat. I was trying to let you adjust.”
I pushed in the rest of the way, and holy fuck, the squeeze of his hole nearly wrecked me. A long, low moan escaped Declan. Pride thrummed through me. I needed to move, but I also needed to take a moment so I didn’t come in seconds. Teasing and tasting Declan for ages had ramped me up to an unbearable point, and this blew every fantasy of mine out of the water.
“Not enough for you?” I challenged.
“Mmm,” he gasped. “Perfect.”
My chest squeezed tight. Those words felt profound, a reflection of everything that culminated in this moment. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
Collecting myself, I pulled away and thrust back in, coaxing another moan from Declan. The storm was growing quieter, and in the dark, the absence of the normal background noises inside a house, Declan’s cries echoed louder than ever. He fit around my cock like a dream, and when I fucked into him again, my eyes rolled back. Goddamn. I worked myself into a rhythm, gripping tight to his hips. Pure bliss traveled through me with every move.
“Oh god,” he gasped. “Ngh.”
The tremulous oranges from the lantern danced across his back, the mixture of deep shadows and threadbare light creating a stark contrast. I thrust harder, and his cheeks bounced in response, the plushness ratcheting up my need. My balls ached, but I couldn’t stop this train now that it had left the station. Fuck, connected like this, I never wanted to pull away. I pumped into him with a growing speed that fit the desperation riding me. Whether I was desperate for release or desperate to merge with him warred because this was every silent fantasy I’d ever held come to life.
I hadn’t even come yet, and I was already wrecked.
Sweat beaded on my forehead from how damn good he felt. “God, you’re like sin. I could fuck you every day, and it wouldn’t be enough.”
I slammed in again, and Declan let out a loud cry. The slap, slap, slap of skin smacking together echoed in the room, and the sting each time emphasized that this was real. This was happening. Adrenaline pumped hot and heavy through my veins, driving me onward.
The lust became so heady I grew savage with the way I rode him. He sagged into the mattress, arms splayed in surrender, his moans creating a gorgeous melody that mixed with our panted breaths and the thwack of sweaty skin against sweaty skin. All that existed was the ferocity of our collision, far more intense than the receding storm. My vision narrowed to the gorgeous man in front of me, to the grip of his hole stretched around my cock, how it tunneled in and out of his sexy ass. The wet sounds of the lube as I fucked him mingled with the guttural grunts and groans we both let out. I gripped him so tight along the hips I’d leave marks.
Except I relished that.
Declan’s hair was tousled, his head tilted back in surrender, and the sight struck me square in the chest. My balls ached with fierce intensity, and my jaw tensed as I fucked Declan fast and hard. Sweat blurred my vision, stinging, and I lost myself in this animalistic claiming. I snapped my hips forward on automatic, unholy growls escaping from me in the process.
Declan fisted the sheets, his cries growing louder and louder. The tension inside me became unbearable, the thread stretching, stretching, stretching .
His hole spasmed around my cock, and that was all it took.
The tension unleashed as I came.
I fucked him through my orgasm, cum flooding the condom. The sheer force almost had me blacking out, and my limbs tensed at the same time. Sheer pleasure flooded me with a stronger detonation than a nitroglycerin bomb, and I thrust deep inside him and stilled. My whole body was wrung out from how hard I’d come, and my breaths sawed out of me, the sweat dripping off me. I licked my lips, tasting the salt of it, and remained here, not wanting to move.
Not wanting to separate from Declan.
My heart lurched. As much as I’d dreamed of fucking him, of being with him, I’d never expected it to happen. And now that it had, I was terrified this connection might slip through my fingers.
“Holy fuck.” Declan slumped forward. The movement caused my cock to slip out of his ass. He flopped face-first into the mattress, not moving.
“Do you need me to get you off?” I ran a hand along his side.
“Already came,” he muttered into the comforter. “Again.”
Heat flushed through me as I collapsed beside him. Goddamn. So, that was what had tugged me over the edge. “You can’t possibly be real.”
Declan shifted his head and looked at me, his glasses crooked. “Not a figment of your imagination. Pretty sure we outgrew imaginary friends a while back.”
A sharp laugh escaped me, and I ran a hand along his plump ass again just because I could. The red marks across his cheeks from how hard I’d rode him, gripped him, sent a flutter through me. I wasn’t sorry. I needed to to get him cleaned up, but I didn’t want to budge.
“Freezing cold water or waiting until morning?” I asked .
“We can change the sheets and wait until morning. Maybe by then, the power will be back on.”
The comment deflated some of the happy feelings I floated on. Once we got power back and the tree got removed from Declan’s driveway, we’d return to real life. What would wait for us then? Would we go on with our lives like this hadn’t irrevocably changed things?
“Come lie on me instead of the wet spot.” I spread my legs.
Declan peeled up. “Then I’ll smear my cum all over you.”
“Do you see me complaining?”
He pushed up, his arms trembling, and crawled on top of me. I locked my arms around him. He rested his cheek on my chest, starfishing out. His legs threaded with mine, and any turbulence inside me quieted from his presence, his warm body pressed against mine. Contentment flowed through me. The lantern light flickered, casting shaky shadows, and outside, the rain still fell in the darkened night. Yet nothing else mattered to me. I had the man I’d always longed for in my arms.
I didn’t want to let go.