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Chapter 38

Sunrise Picnic

Isaiah

W ith pruny skin, damp hair, and a Twisted Sisters true crime episode in our ears, we went to bed early as determination overpowered me. Dell Breaux was mine to take care of.

I resolved that in the morning, I would wake up and make him breakfast before he even stirred. Instead I woke to an empty bed before the sun was even up.

He isn’t in the bathroom and his boots are gone. His phone is gone. Maybe he’s working out?

Throwing on some jeans and an olive green T-shirt, I slip on my shoes and head downstairs. The entire house is quiet, but there’s soft clanking coming from the kitchen. Rounding the corner, the smell of fresh coffee greets me and I catch Dell placing something in a basket on the counter.

“Hey,” I whisper, scaring him, but he chuckles. “What are you doing?”

Wearing almost the same thing I am, jeans and a white tee, he pulls at the back of his neck. “Fixin’ a picnic. Would you like to watch the sunrise with me?”

I swallow the sudden lump in my throat, will my heart to calm down, and nod 1 .

We hop in the truck, and he drives us down a dirt lane on their property that’s lined with trees. After traversing down a hill, Dell parks the truck at a clearing near a lillypad-covered pond and sets everything up. A blanket, a couple of pillows, napkins, and a basket full of fruit, bagels with cream cheese, some hard boiled eggs, and a thermos of coffee. Right as he pours our coffees into metal mugs, the first burst of sunlight flashes over the rolling hills in the distance. It catches on the agricultural board-on-board fences that define property lines and Kentucky as a whole. It catches on barns. It slowly illuminates the green pastures in new light.

Taking a sip of black coffee, I smile and lean back into his chest, his legs bracketing mine. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the sunrise like this. It’s beautiful.”

“I’ve never seen a sunrise with someone as beautiful.”

The butterflies fluttering through my stomach must have some kind of contract with the temperature controls of my blood, because suddenly my cheeks are on fire. “That’s not really a word I’ve been called much.”

“Then I’ll make sure you hear it every day.”

Oh god, I’m going to say it aren’t I? No. I can’t. Is it too soon? It’s definitely too soon. But I’ve known him for months and this need for him pounds like a drum inside me. I need him like I need to breathe. I need him like I need Robyn. I want to take care of him and listen to him—listen to the things that scare him and—

“I love you, Isaiah.”

Did he just… “What?” I ask, setting down my mug and whipping around to look him in the eyes.

“I love you,” he repeats confidently. “Aww,” he smiles, touching the back of his fingers to my cheeks. “You’re so cute when you blush.”

“I love you too,” I whisper, suddenly unsure of what to do with my hands as my heart thumps wildly in my ears.

Thankfully he knows what to do with my hands and he guides them to his shoulders as I straddle his lap. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Dell cups the back of my head and whispers, “Say it again.”

I kiss him. “I love you, Dell.”

“Again,” he says through another kiss.

“I love you.”

Taking me with him, Dell lays back and I cover his body with mine, getting lost in his coffee kisses and unruly mane, in his faint minty scent and the grassy fields beyond.My hands search for the warm skin of his hard stomach and skim up to his chest to dig in. But I need more.

Lifting his shirt off and tossing it aside, I bite my lip before planting more kisses along his neck. “Make love to me.”

“Are you sure?” he pants. “You said… oh god , that feels good,” he says distractedly when I lick up his neck and bite his earlobe. “You, you said you needed a deep emotional connection.”

I grind my stiff length against him to drive home the point. “I fucking love you, Dell. I’d say that’s pretty deep.” His answering moan tells me I have him, but when he flips me over with the ease of a former wrestler, I realize he has me.

And I want him to.

“You’re definitely sure?”

I reach around and pull my wallet from my back pocket and pull out a condom and a lube packet. “Yes.”

He eyes the lube. “How long have you been carrying that?”

“Since I left for the airport,” I smile. “I have more in my suitcase. A Costco-sized bottle.”

He falls against me, his chest rumbling in deep laughter that infects me.

“What?” I ask. “You don’t think that’s enough? We can get more.”

“I love you,” he chuckles, peeling off my shirt. He takes a deep breath and sifts his fingers through my chest chair. His laughter dies but his adoring smile remains. “I love your body.”

“I don’t exactly have a professional athlete’s body anymore.”

“I know,” he says. “I like this one. I like some cushion for the pushin’.”

My thumbs graze his trim waist above his belt. “I love your body, too. I know you work really hard for it. It shows. You probably don’t need me to tell you that. You have hundreds of people in your comment section doing it.”

“Yeah, but it means nothing when they say those things, and it means everything when you do.”

Our lips find each other again. Our hips grind and our bodies sing. Somewhere in our tangle of arms and legs we manage to remove our shoes and jeans, but before we can think of removing socks, his tongue finds the base of my shaft and drags along the underside to my tip, and I die of pleasure.

“Baby,” I whimper. I hold back Dell’s hair so I can better watch him. Slick heat circles my crown as my cock disappears between his gorgeous, perfect lips. With his eyes closed and his hand circling my length, he hums his own pleasure with mine. Saliva drips down and Dell smears it with each stroke, coating me as my toes curl and my balls tighten. “God, that feels good,” I drawl.

His hand still working me, he pops his head off for only a moment. “I love your cock. Fuck, it’s perfect,” he says before sending kisses along its side and down to my balls and the crease at my thigh. He pulls my tip between his fingers. “So thick and dripping for me. Tell me, Isaiah… did you jerk off to any of my videos?”

I don’t pretend to hide it. “Yes.”

“Which ones?”

“Your workout videos. In those… unghh … those leggings… that crop top. ”

“Would you like for me to give you a private lesson in that outfit one day?”

“Yes,” I reply way too fast.

“Is the sexy, swole gym teacher a fantasy of yours?”

“If it's you, it is.”

Pleased with my answer, he descends down my shaft again, and his chuckle adds to the already mind-blowing pleasure. Then he’s spreading my legs wider, parting them at my center and diving his face in my— oh fuck!

“You don’t have to,” I huff.

Dell swipes his tongue across my tight hole. “Oh, I disagree. I need to .”

“Oh no,” I whine. “Why does that feel so good?”

“Because it's me. ” He rubs his face in deeper while pushing my balls up for better access. "Do you wanna take my cock, baby?”

“I do.”

“Good.” Dell licks his finger and presses the tip to my back entrance. “Because there’s a lot more where this came from.”

I’m relieved I showered right before we left the house because for the next twenty minutes, my pleasure rises along with the sun as Dell prepares me. He feasts until I’m a squirming mess, blabbering and begging for him to take my goddamn virginity already.

He’s already opened me up with his fingers, but once the condom is on and he’s kneeling over me, lube spread liberally over the both of us, his tip requests access and I realize that is so much more than his fingers.

“Hey, hey,” he soothes. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll go slow. And if it doesn’t fit, we can try again another time.”

“No, I know. I want to. You’re just—”

“I know. But you’re doing so well for me, Isaiah. You opened on my fingers perfectly.” Dell leans down, his chest against mine, and kisses me so deeply I forget about what we’re trying to do until there’s a tight blinding pressure below. “That’s it, baby. You’re doin’ it. Try to push me out and it’ll go in easier, I promise. Unghh, yes. Yes.”

“It’s too much.”

He stills, allowing me to accept his size. “I’m all the way in, baby.”

My entire body shivers as a cold sweat takes over. “You swear?”

“I swear,” he smiles and kisses me more. “You have me. I knew you could do it.”

This tenderness and praise from this man is sending me into a frenzy of emotions I can’t make sense of. But I know that I like it.

I like it a lot.

I like his cock dragging in and out of me like he’s testing the waters. I like that even with a cool morning breeze I can still feel the heat of his body. I like that he’s kissing me through every unhurried thrust. I like the way he’s slowly losing his mind and whispering nonsense into my temple. I like the way he licks the sweat off my neck.

He likes the way I wrap my legs around his waist and urge him to go faster—to go deeper. He likes the way I claw at his broad back and dig my fingers into his ass. He likes the way I force my hand between our stomachs to grab my cock and stroke it. He likes the way I moan his name for all of nature to hear.

“I’m so close, Dell.”

“Me too,” he rasps and sits up, smacking my hand away and grabbing my cock to stroke me hard and fast. My knee is way up, and he watches where we’re joined like he’s committing it to memory. I hold my other leg and with both knees up, his rock-hard length hits against my prostate mercilessly until I’m falling over the edge.

“Yes, baby,” he growls. “Come for me just like that.” Hot pulses of cum shoot out, covering my chest and his hand as he jerks me. His pumping speeds up until he’s falling too, his thrusts faltering as he spills his release inside me.

A drop of his sweat falls from his forehead, landing on mine, and he collapses over me. “Tell me again,” he exhales, and I kiss him for being so damn good to me.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Dell pulls out after we lay there for a while, breathing in each other’s bodies and calming our racing heartbeats. The condom is discarded and pulls me into his arms, kissing my forehead as we lay on our sides.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

I sigh blissfully. “Really good. Like I waited until the exact right time to do this.” There’s a strange pause, and I open my eyes to catch him with a tear slipping down his cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just really happy I could do this for you. Be this for you.”

“Baby,” I whisper, holding him tighter. “You were amazing. I could not have asked for a better first time.”

He sniffles. “All I wanna do is make you happy.”

My own tear spring free. “I feel the same way.” I close my eyes for a slow, gentle kiss. “You and her.”

Dell nods against my lips. “And her.”

“I was thinking…”

“Yeah?”

“Could we take a picture?” I ask and immediately regret it because it’s so stupid.

“Of course, baby,” he smiles and reaches above our heads for his phone and opens the front-facing camera. “Say cheese.”

Chuckling, I close my eyes as he plants a kiss on my cheek and snaps a few pictures.

“Like that?” He asks, showing me the cutest fucking couple I’ve ever seen on his screen .

“Yeah,” I smile.

“Let’s send it to her.” He shoots it off in a text to Robyn. Immediately the image has a little heart at the corner and a text follows below it.

Robyn: Aww. What are you guys doing?

Dell: I called dibs, didn’t I?

I pinch his nipple and he laughs, “What?”

Robyn: Really?! Omg!

But before Dell can text back, she’s calling and he swipes open the video.

“Oh,” she smiles her head in a pillow. “I didn’t realize you were texting me from the scene itself.”

“Zay needed evidence that this wasn’t a dream.”

All three of us chuckle and Robyn beams, “How did it happen?”

“He packed us a picnic and we watched the sunrise.”

“You make it sound like I was planning this,” Dell says. “You’re the one who showed up with lube.”

I shrug.

“Shut up,” Robyn beams. “That's so romantic! My first time was on my high school boyfriend’s bunk bed. No top sheet, one sad pillow, two condoms. Of course I didn’t come, and it was over in less than a minute.”

Dell winces. “Ooof, that’s bad.”

“You guys look so happy. I miss you.”

“We miss you too,” I mumble into Dell’s chest and then look back at the screen. “How’s your trip?”

“Great. Been at the beach mostly. I’m glad we’re on the phone now, because… well, I’ve been talking to the girls about you, Zay.”

I tense. “What about?”

She swallows. “They were wondering if you’d like to come visit us while we’re on our trip. We realized we used to make this trip with Laura when she was our coach. I think it would give you a good chance to get to know everyone.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” she smiles.

“I’d really like that.” Dell squeezes me a little tighter.

“Great!”

“When is our flight back to Philly?” I ask him.

“Tomorrow. Why don’t I just change your ticket to fly into Norfolk?”

“And I’ll pick you up,” Robyn adds.

“Are you sure?” I ask… both of them, I guess.

“Absolutely.”

“Yes!”

“Okay, but I don’t want to overstay my welcome. Maybe just for a night. Is there even a bed for me? Should I get a hotel room?”

“There’s an extra bed,” she says. “Just bring yourself.”

Dell smirks. “And I’ll make sure you’re in first class.”

I gasp, remembering my shock from a couple days ago. “Robyn, did you know Dell’s family is loaded?”

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