Page 103 of Delicious (Delicious #1)

Chapter Seven

David

Epilogue

I come awake in a familiar bed, but definitely not my own. The events of the day before come crashing in around me. The will reading, my parents being complete arseholes, as per their normal state of being and then… Kelly. Before I can even begin to wonder where he is, I feel a warm wet heat encircle my aching engorged cock. A tight seal formed by what I know to be the softest pink lips, pulls up the length of my shaft, drawing a deep guttural moan from deep within me.

"Holy fuck sweetheart." I moan, as I hear a chuckle from underneath the thick duvet. I would have expected my cock to be sore from the way it was put to use last night. No sooner had Kelly agreed to stay with me forever, than I had him bent over the kitchen table, his cheeks spread, with my tongue spearing his hole wide open for me. He had begged me to fill him up, that he has missed the feeling of me inside him. I didn't make him wait long. Neither of us had been with anyone else since the divorce, so I grabbed some olive oil from the shelf, slicked up my cock and slid deep inside him. He had rocked back and forth on my cock, moaning and panting all the while. I'd lasted an embarrassingly short amount of time before I was swearing through my orgasm, pumping a hot load deep inside. I'd slipped out of him, marvelled for a moment at my cum, sliding down his thigh, before flipping him over and swallowing his dick to the root, working him over until he emptied down my throat. We'd only stopped for a short while to eat the meal he had prepared for us, before going on to round two and three in the bedroom, where I had passed out, only to be woken up just now with his mouth around my throbbing shaft. "I missed your mouth so much."

He moans around me, his hand cradling and pulling gently on my balls as he feasts on me like I'm his last meal. A deep groan rumbles through my chest as Kelly's mouth works over me, his tongue swirling around the tip before sliding back down with practiced ease. My fingers tangle in his hair beneath the sheets, gripping tight as he takes me deeper, his throat tightening around me.

"Fuck, sweetheart…" My voice is hoarse, wrecked from the night before, and from the pleasure flooding through my veins now.

The duvet shifts as Kelly peeks up at me, his eyes dark with need, his lips swollen and slick. He hums around my cock, the vibration sending another sharp jolt of pleasure straight to my core. My hips jerk, an involuntary response, and he moans as he takes me even deeper, his throat swallowing me whole.

The sight of him beneath me, so eager, so utterly focused on unravelling me, has my restraint crumbling. My thighs tense, my stomach clenching with the pressure building inside me.

Kelly pulls off with a wet pop, a thin trail of saliva connecting his lips to my aching cock. "I missed this," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Missed you coming apart in my mouth."

I growl, flipping the sheets back and pulling him up so he's straddling my waist. His body is flushed, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach, the proof of his need pressing against me. My hands roam down his back, over the curve of his ass, gripping tight as I drag him forward.

"Missed you too," I rasp against his lips before devouring him in a kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. It’s filthy and desperate, and neither of us holds back.

I roll him beneath me, pinning him against the mattress as I spread his legs, the heat of his body wrapping around me like a vice. His hands clutch my back, nails digging in as I grind against him, our cocks sliding together in a slick, aching rhythm.

"David. Please," he gasps, his body arching into mine, seeking more. Always more.

I press kisses down his jaw, along his throat, sinking my teeth into the sensitive spot just below his ear, relishing the way he shudders beneath me. "You have no idea how much I need you," I murmur, my voice thick, raw.

"Then take me," he breathes, his fingers digging into my arms, his gaze locking onto mine, dark with lust and something deeper.

My control snaps.

I reach blindly for the oil from last night, slicking my fingers before pressing them into him, stretching him open as he writhes beneath me, panting, moaning my name like a prayer. His body welcomes me, so familiar, so perfect, and when I finally slide inside him, the world tilts, shattering around us.

His legs wrap around me, pulling me in deeper, his hands gripping my shoulders as I move, slow at first, then faster, our bodies falling into a rhythm that feels like coming home.

Every thrust, every moan, every whispered plea fuels the fire raging between us, the tension coiling tighter, higher. I feel him tightening around me, his body trembling, his breath stuttering against my skin.

"Come for me," I whisper against his lips, my fingers wrapping around him, stroking in time with my thrusts. Kelly cries out, his body seizing beneath me as he falls apart, his release painting both our stomachs. The sight of him unravelling, the way he clings to me, sends me over the edge, pleasure crashing through me in waves so intense I see white.

I collapse against him, breathless, our bodies tangled together, slick with sweat and exhaustion. My heart pounds against his, and he trails lazy fingers down my back, his touch soothing, grounding.

I press a kiss to his damp temple, murmuring against his skin. "I love you."

Kelly smiles, sated and soft beneath me. "I know," he whispers. "I love you too."

And just like that, I know, I’m never letting him go again.