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Chapter fourteen
Noah
H olding Declan through the entire planetarium show was a dream. I didn’t know why I thought he’d struggle with the usual anxieties over coming out and his sexuality. This was Declan. The way he leaped right in during our date settled any worries that attempted to emerge.
Being with him was transcendent. For those moments, I could exist without the latent anxiety buzzing through me around most people.
But when we drove toward my house, a fresh bout of nerves ran through me. I wanted Declan to be comfortable in my space, but he’d never been to my house. After getting trapped in his, I could see the aspects of his personality imprinted all over it. How he didn’t pay attention to the decor, like putting pictures on the walls—Rory had handled that—but he had a dedicated section of his cabinet for his tea collection.
From the moment I bought my house, I had carefully designed it. I chose the paint colors and fixtures, and every aspect of it was customized for comfort. If only I spent more time in my house, but sometimes coming home to an empty one didn’t offer the solace I wanted it to.
The idea of coming home to Declan, though? Longing tugged at me fast and fierce, so hard I almost forgot how to breathe.
“I just wish they observed more of the time distortions in shows when they decide to utilize black holes,” Declan said. “They act like it’s gravitational force sucking them in, but it’s time moving toward the singularity that’s causing the problem because we can’t move backward in time.”
For the past ten minutes, he’d been on a rant about black holes, and I was happy to listen. The sound of his voice soothed me, and I loved seeing the way his mind worked. He didn’t care that I didn’t know as much about this as him, simply loved him sharing his knowledge.
“They might struggle to show that with visuals,” I said.
Declan wrinkled his nose. “You might be right, but I don’t like it.”
I shook my head, a wry grin on my lips. I drove down the street toward my house, about five minutes from my folks’ place. Once it came into sight, my skin prickled. Fuck, I just wanted Declan to like it.
I wanted him to like me .
Part of me knew he wouldn’t bother on this date if he wasn’t interested. He didn’t waste time, and I could trust him to be honest with me. However, the nerves bubbled up regardless as I pulled into my driveway. Because too easily, I could imagine him in this space on a more regular basis.
And I longed for that far too deeply.
We’d scarfed our takeout in the car after the show, not wanting to wait for the drive home, and one thought lingered in my mind, amplifying the longer we were in this confined space together. Each heated look Declan passed me throughout the night ratcheted my need higher. I wanted to bury myself inside him again with an ache that turned consuming.
“Do you mind giving me a tour of your house before we fuck?” he asked as if reading my mind. “I want to know where everything is situated.”
The grin burst on my face, and all anxiety zapped away. This man was pure magic. “Yeah, beautiful. I’d love to.”
“Are we going to explore the earlier discussion of bondage?”
Lust pulsed through me fast and fierce, and I reached down to squeeze my semi. “I mean, the earlier discussion involved a kidnapping, but I’m a thousand percent on board with bringing restraints into the mix, kidnapping or no.”
“Better hurry up with the house tour, then.” The heat in Declan’s eyes was everything I’d ever dreamed of.
I hopped out of my car and rushed to the front door, keys jangling in my hand. Awareness prickled through me of Declan’s presence at my heels, but instead of drawing this out longer, I opened the door, walked inside, and flicked the lights on.
Declan stepped up beside me and slid his hand into mine, soothing any remaining anxieties.
“So, let’s start in the kitchen.” I drew him from the foyer to the first doorway to the right. My kitchen was all country blues and brushed metal furnishings with white countertops and cabinetry.
Declan let his gaze roam the space. “Looks efficient. I like that the sink is so close to the oven.”
The comment struck me square in the chest, and amusement bubbled up so hard I couldn’t restrain my laugh.
Declan drew his brows together.
The laughter exploded out of me, my shoulders shaking. The response was so utterly him, and I didn’t know why I’d been stressing in the first place. “I was nervous about you liking my place. I wanted you to be comfortable here.”
“You’re in it. Of course I’d be comfortable.”
Oh.
Oh, damn.
If I hadn’t already been in love with Declan, those words would’ve vaulted me right over the edge. I squeezed his hand tight, unable to convey how much his simple statement meant to me. I led him from the kitchen to the dining room, which was a mixture of hunter greens, golds, and rich mahogany. Around the corner was the living room, with relaxed light pine flooring, tan couches, and reddish orange accents to lighten the room. Declan absorbed it all, and while he made the occasional comment about functionality, worries of how he viewed my space had abandoned me.
“And your bedroom?” he asked, a spark in his eyes that shot a thrill through me.
“Upstairs.” I tugged his hand up. My heart thumped in time with our footsteps at having him in my space. “I’ve got my bedroom and a guest bedroom up here, and the bathroom is situated between them.”
“Mind if I take a quick shower to clean myself out?” Declan asked. “I wouldn’t mind revisiting certain experiences from last time.”
“If you want me to bind you up and eat your ass, that’s a dream come true for me,” I admitted, my pulse thumping hard. I stopped in front of the bathroom. “Go right ahead.”
He flashed me a grin and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. I walked to my bedroom, the hiss of the water sending adrenaline rushing through me. Holy fuck. Declan in my house was a total dream, and in mere minutes, he’d be in my bed too .
I switched on the light and took a second to straighten the rumpled comforter. Then I dipped into the bottom drawer of my nightstand, where I kept a few toys and restraints that didn’t get the use I wanted. The trust involved with restraint, the power exchange there, turned me on something fierce, but it wasn’t the easiest play with one-night stands.
However, Declan was anything but a one-night stand for me.
If I could keep him forever, I would.
By the time I’d untangled the leather restraints and placed them on the bed, the water had stopped running. A moment later, Declan stepped into the bedroom, his wet strands of hair slicked back, his body dewy and fresh from the shower. I salivated. His slender form was imprinted in my spank bank for eternity, with his cock jutting out, fully hard. He was less definition and all smooth lines, and I wanted to spread his cheeks and lap at his hole until he was begging.
His pretty blue eyes flared when they landed on the restraints in the middle of the bed. “What do I do if it’s too much?”
“Just tell me to stop. We’re not doing intense play or anything, and I’ll be paying attention.”
“What if my mouth is full?”
Fuuuuuck. The image of him bound up and gagging on my cock—ngh. “Snap your fingers. I’ll listen for the cue.”
“Sounds perfect.” He strode to my bed as if he was naked in my house all the damn time. “You going to join me or just hang around dressed for the night?”
“So much sass. Get in the middle of the bed for me and lie on your back.” I unbuttoned my shirt and tugged it off, needing to be stripped down alongside him. I kicked off my socks and shoes and ditched the jeans and boxer briefs in one fluid motion .
Declan lay splayed out on the bed, his legs spread, his arms up, like he relaxed into the mattress. He’d set his glasses on the nightstand, and his long lashes fluttered as his breathing came in a little faster.
I snagged the lube and condoms from the top drawer of my nightstand, then settled on the bed in front of him. “You want to be all bound up for me, beautiful?”
“Yes, please.” Declan’s voice came out breathy, his blue eyes looking dreamy. Fucking hell. My cock was so hard a pearl of pre-cum welled at the tip.
I knew the exact way I wanted him. I attached one restraint around his wrist, then tightened the other around the same ankle, drawing those together. Switching to the other side, I strapped the restraints on the same way and kneeled back to admire. Fuck, the picture of him spread out for me was gorgeous.
His ankles and wrists were bound together on both sides, which left him wide open, exposing his pretty hole. But I could still see his gorgeous face, which would help, since this was our first foray into restraints together.
A dusting of hair trailed down to his cock, and he kept himself nicely trimmed around there. Honestly, it wasn’t a shock that Declan was meticulous about upkeep. He’d always been fairly precise about…most things. The creamy skin tantalized me, and the pink hole drew me in.
I dropped to the mattress on my stomach and gripped his spread thighs. His breath hitched, and his legs trembled.
“You okay, gorgeous?” I asked.
“Mmm, yes,” he moaned. “Why is this working so well for me?”
“Puzzle over it later. Let me take care of you now.”
I leaned in and dragged my tongue in a stripe across his hole. A low cry burst from him that dosed me with adrenaline. My whole body simmered, and my cock dug into the mattress as I found a rhythm of licking and sucking at his pretty hole. He tasted sweet and clean, and I was addicted to the way his furled skin softened under my ministrations. I tightened my grip on his thighs, and he writhed back and forth, unable to go far with how his wrists and ankles were tied together.
The more he struggled with the restraints, the louder his cries grew as I nipped and lapped at his hole. Fuck. The heat of his body, the scent of his musk tickling my nose, all turned me on even more. My balls ached, and I rubbed my cock against the mattress as I devoured Declan.
Spit dribbled down, droplets spattering onto the comforter, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I slipped the tip of my tongue inside him. Declan’s cry was loud and long, reverberating through the room. He tried to shift his hips, but with the way he was restrained, all he could do was rock a bit. My mind dizzied with lust at the sight of him tied up like I’d always dreamed.
I fucked into his hole with a growing urgency, barely coming up for breath. God, I could eat this ass for a century and never get tired. I wanted to live here between his legs.
“Please,” Declan begged. I licked up his taint, and he tipped his head back. “Please fuck me.” With the tip of my tongue, I traced around his balls, then sucked one into my mouth. “Ngh,” Declan moaned. “Oh fuck.” I switched to the other one, sucked on it, and let it go. His cock was painfully hard, and pre-cum beaded on the tip. I pressed down on his slit, watching the liquid ooze. “Fuck me, Noah.”
“Hell yes.” I pushed up from the mattress. My whole body buzzed with anticipation of sinking inside him again, of the clutch of his tight hole on my cock. It was like he was made for me, the way he brought every fantasy of mine to life. Maybe because in all my fantasies, Declan was so utterly him .
“How’re you feeling, beautiful?” I checked in.
“I’d be better if I had your cock in me.”
“Such a smartass, my god.” A giddy grin rose to my lips as I ripped open the condom and rolled it onto my cock. The squirt of the lube echoed in the room. Declan chewed on his lower lip, a dreamy look in his blue eyes that I wanted to savor. “You sure you don’t want me to suck your nipples first—”
“Dick. In my ass. Now,” Declan demanded. Amusement exploded through me like bursts of pure joy. God, he was so fucking fun, an unexpected element. How had I lived without him all these years?
I squirted a little lube onto my fingers and slipped two inside him. The tight heat surrounded them, and I bit back a moan. God, he felt so damn good, and the sense memory of the squeeze around my cock had me close to the edge. I pumped my fingers inside him a few times.
“I know for a fact that’s not your cock,” Declan said. “I can take it.”
“I’m aware.” I gave a few more strokes in and out, then withdrew my fingers. I coated the lube on my cock and lined my tip up with his hole. “Is this what you need, gorgeous?”
“Yes.” He shifted his hips as if he’d be able to spear himself on my cock. However, with the way he was bound, he couldn’t do much more than writhe.
I pushed in the first inch, and Declan’s long, low moan sent a wave of desire through me. I adored how vocal he was, how responsive. The man was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, pure perfection. I sank in farther, and his hole squeezed me with a tight heat that stole my breath.
“God, you feel like sin,” I murmured as I drove in a little more. He welcomed me in with ease, and I pulled back to slide in the rest of the way. The moan that erupted from me echoed through the room. Fuck, his hole strangled my cock, and I tugged on my balls to keep from coming before I even got started. I gave myself a moment, fully seated inside him, and ran my hands up and down his thighs. His blue eyes were wide, framed by those dark lashes, and his mouth opened as he panted.
I dragged my fingers around the leather restraints on his wrists, his ankles, and a shuddered breath left him. “You good?”
“Better if you’d fuck me into the mattress.” His gaze flared with challenge, one I accepted.
“You asked for it.” I glided back and slammed in again. Fuck, that felt too good. I worked myself into a rhythm. The slick feel of his hole, the tight grasp sent a jolt of pleasure through me with every thrust. Sweat prickled on my forehead, and my breaths came out choppy as I fucked hard into Declan as if he was a seasoned pro at taking my cock and not brand new to having sex with a man.
Sloppy noises filled the air. I sank in, and the glide was too. Damn. Good.
With every pass, his hole clutched my length, and I stared down where I entered him, loving the sight. My grip was firm around his thighs, even though he wasn’t going anywhere due to the restraints. He tilted his head back, curling his hands into fists, his cries growing louder. I tagged his prostate mercilessly and lost myself in the haze of the pleasure flooding me. I turned feral, chasing pure sensation, and a low growl escaped me. The smacks of skin to skin echoed in the room, but I loved the sting, loved the way it grounded me into the moment.
Fucking Declan like this, having him bound and at my mercy, fulfilled countless fantasies. The dreamy look in his blue eyes and his desperate cries told me all I needed to know too. He loved this as much as I did .
I gritted my teeth and pumped hard and fast into him, my muscles flexing. I picked up momentum as if we’d take off and soar. He wriggled on the bed, the movement tugging at the restraints binding his wrists and ankles together.
“Fuck, Noah, fuck, fuck,” he gasped. “I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t worry, gorgeous.” I pounded into him harder. “I’ve got you.” A droplet of sweat stung my eye, but I ignored it and snapped my hips forward. It was as if my body tried to merge with his, to twine together so we would never be apart.
“Oh, oh…” Declan moaned. His cock looked so pretty and flushed, begging for attention with the pearl of pre-cum at the tip.
“God, I could live in this hole,” I groaned and fucked harder into Declan. “Just stay in here forever.” My thighs burned, my breaths came out ragged, and lust formed a steady thump through my system. My balls ached with the need to come, the relentless urge driving me forward again and again and again.
Declan’s face was flushed, his legs spread, and the vulnerability of the position, how sinful he looked sprawled out like this, dosed me with lust. Heat flushed through me in an intense sweep, and my gasps echoed in the room, mingling with his whimpers. The tight squeeze of his hole would be my undoing, a bliss I’d never found in anyone else. He fit me perfectly, like we were inevitable. Destined.
A few strands of my hair were glued to my forehead, but I didn’t try to blow them away as I fucked him hard and fast. I dug my nails into the flesh of his thighs, the pinkened skin on his ass from our collisions stroking me with more heat. Holy hell, he would be my undoing, and I’d gladly fall.
“I can’t—” he gasped.
His hole squeezed me tight, and his cum rocketed into the air. Several drops flecked onto my chest, the rest landing with a splat onto his stomach. Fuck, the way his channel wrung me out—the breath hitched in my throat.
I didn’t stop driving into him, but my balls drew up, and my orgasm hit me with freight-train force.
My cum flooded the condom, and I pitched forward, tightening my grip on his thighs to the point I’d leave marks. Pleasure rushed through me in such a blinding sweep that my vision blanked to sheer white. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations, and stayed in place, not daring to move.
I remained buried in him in suspended bliss, savoring how our bodies slotted together. My breaths slowed, and my body hummed, not just from the orgasm but also from the exertion.
Slowly I righted myself, even though I didn’t pull out. My cock belonged in this snug heat, and I’d stay there as long as humanly possible. However, he’d been holding the position for long enough in those restraints. I first unlocked the restraints on his ankles and helped him lower each leg, then undid the ones around his wrists.
“Are you going to park there permanently?” Declan asked, an amused grin on his lips. His gaze remained dreamy as if he’d been depicted in watercolor, and I memorized the fucked-out look of him. How his dark brown strands were swept across his forehead. The deep red fingerprints on his thighs that would turn to bruises. The redness of his ass cheeks from how hard I’d been riding him.
“Not a bad idea.” I grabbed his arm and lightly squeezed to get the circulation pumping around the wrists. I did the same with the other arm and then grabbed his ankle to do the same.
Declan squirmed. “I need to get the cum off me.”
“You mean you don’t want cold cum all over your skin?” I teased, lowering his ankle and pulling out. I missed the heat, the connection at once. “Fuck, I want to live in your hole. ”
“Maybe another time,” he said, an enigmatic grin on his lips.
Goddamn. He clearly had an idea in mind, and I couldn’t wait until he spelled out every last detail.
“Let’s go get cleaned up.” I tied off the condom and dropped it in my trash, then extended a hand. Declan slipped his in mine, and the slight tremble of his limbs reminded me of how much he’d exerted himself with the position. “Want me to carry you?”
He leveled me with a look. “I’m not so far gone that I can’t stand.”
“Clearly, that’s a challenge.” I didn’t let go of his hand as we walked to the bathroom. “So, what you’re saying is you want me to tie you up again?”
“Yes, and yes,” Declan said. “It shuts my brain down in the best way.”
Only in the bathroom did I let go of his hand and turn on the shower. Once the spray got warm, I guided him in first. The sight of him standing there under the pour of water, his body glistening, his head tilted back in surrender, struck me square in the chest.
Declan was in my home.
I could see far too easily how this man could become my home. And the thought terrified and thrilled me in the same breath. Because if he decided a relationship wasn’t for him, that I wasn’t the one he wanted, I’d be wrecked.
However, for now, I stepped into the shower after him and basked in the afterglow.