Page 57 of Explorer’s Revenge

FORTY-EIGHT

WAY

W e are all giving Logan and Maeve time alone.

It was obvious he needed it tonight. Our brother is hurting, and she’s his balm.

Wilder and Rick fell asleep over an hour ago in Maeve’s old hospital bed, but I stare up at the ceiling from the floor next to the couch where Aiy sleeps. My mind won’t calm down.

One glimpse of my boyfriend’s chest and I’m like a horny teenager.

I’ve seen Aiyaret’s skin before, but it’s different now. He’s mine. He was oblivious of his effect on me, and I have no plans to push him or take this further until he’s ready. He might never be, and that’s fine with me.

I rise and head to the bathroom to take care of my rock-hard cock in hopes I can sleep.

Sliding the door shut softly, I stare into the mirror.

I look haggard with desire. My eyes are bright, my face is flushed, and my cock is tenting my pajama pants.

I lean one hand on the counter and shove the other under my waistband, circling my length.

My eyes shut as I remember the flash of his skin and the way his lips felt on mine.

My imagination goes wild as I visualize my lips gliding down his body as I strip off his clothes.

“Way?” The innocent, soft question has my gaze jerking up and clashing with Aiyaret’s in the mirror as he lingers in the doorway. I was so lost in my fantasy, I didn’t even hear him open it.

My hand stills on my cock, even as it jerks in my grip. I trace my eyes over his face and lower.

“I, um . . . You weren’t there.” His cheeks blush as he realizes what I’m doing. “Is this because of Maeve?”

Choking on a laugh, I slide my hand along my length as I watch him, wondering what he sounds like when he comes. Would he blush like that for me? Would he fight? Cry?

“No,” I murmur. “It’s because of you,” I tell him truthfully, knowing he needs to hear it. “You stripped in front of me earlier. You’re my boyfriend, Aiyaret.”

“But you’ve seen me before.” He shuffles forward, glancing back into the room to check on the others.

“It’s different now,” I say, tightening my grip on my tip as I try my best to hold back. I dig my fingers into the counter to stop myself from reaching for him and sating my lust.

“Oh.” It’s all he says, but his eyes are locked on my hand in my pants, desire in his gaze as he shifts from foot to foot. I try to breathe through need so strong, it physically hurts.

“Aiyaret,” I warn, my cock jerking in my fist as his eyes clash with mine. He looks so fucking soft and innocent, it drives me crazy. “Go back to sleep.”

He stares at me for a heartbeat.

Then two.

“What if I don’t want to?” His soft words have me grunting as I thrust into my fist, wishing it were his touch. He’s right there, the thing I want most, but I won’t be like everyone else in his life.

His hand lingers on the door, and I see him hesitate.

“If you shut that door, I’m not holding back,” I warn. It’s a threat, a promise, so he’ll turn away and I won’t feel like a total tyrant.

Licking his lips, he stares at me for a moment before he steps fully into the room and shuts the door behind him. “I didn’t ask you to,” he says, and it’s all the permission I need.

I slam him back against the door as my lips crash onto his. I try to slow down, to be gentle, but I need him too much. My fingers circle his throat while my other slides down to his waist and under his shirt, caressing his chest. He gasps, opening his mouth and letting my tongue in.

“Way,” he whispers as I kiss down his cheek to his neck.

I bite down until he cries out, covering his mouth with my other hand as I meet his wide eyes.

“Shh, baby, or they’ll think I’m hurting you.

” He nods, and I kiss my bite spot as I grip his pecs and squeeze before sliding my hand lower, across his incredible abs to the waistband of his pants.

“Can I?” I ask. If he says no, I’ll stop, but fuck if I don’t want to touch him more than I want to breathe.

His nod is jerky, and I slip my hand into his pants and fist his dick, feeling him for the first time. I’ve accidently seen him before, but he feels so good, so long, thick, warm, and hard. His back slaps into the wall as he whines behind my palm.

“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you,” I murmur as I slide him through my grip, but I need to see him. Clutching his shirt with my other hand, I drag it up and off before kissing him again. When he gasps, I kiss down his neck, biting and sucking as he thrusts into my fist.

“Way—” He stumbles over my name, and when I glance up, his eyes are wide and confused but needy.

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’ll make you feel good, I promise,” I murmur as I kiss down his abs. They clench as I lick them until his hips move again. Smirking, I let go just enough to tug his pants down, and he kicks them off so he’s naked. I just kneel and stare.

“Way?” he whispers self-consciously.

“You’re perfect, baby,” I whisper, and I roll my eyes up so he can see it in my gaze. “I never thought I’d ever be so lucky to call you mine, never mind have you. Just give me a moment so I can prove it’s real.”

His smile is shy, but he reaches for me, stroking my cheek. “It’s real. Please. I need you.”

“Not as much as I need you,” I tell him as I wrap my hand around his length, watching his precum bead on his tip.

I’m not sure how far he wants to take this, but I’ll keep going and checking in.

I just want him to feel comfortable and experience nothing but pleasure, so despite how badly I’m shaking with desire, I go slowly.

Leaning in, I lick away the taste of him and watch his reaction.

He gasps as I suck on his tip before swallowing him inch by inch.

My other hand strokes his thigh before sliding up and cupping his balls, rolling them in my fingers as he jerks and fucks my mouth with unsure movements, but as I urge him on with my eyes, he gets more confident.

A blush spreads down his cheeks and neck to his chest until he’s heaving above me, shoving deeper into my mouth.

“Way,” he begs, his eyes wild. “I want us . . . I want you to fuck me.”

Jesus. Popping my mouth from his cock, I rest my head against his stomach and breathe, trying to control myself. “Are you sure?” I ask as I look up at him. He nods, but I narrow my eyes. “Words, baby.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I want you to fuck me.”

I surge to my feet, and he jerks back but lets me kiss him until he relaxes into me, stroking my skin. Each brush of his hesitant hand drives me wild until I thrust against his stomach, needing more.

I pull far enough away to look around. I don’t want this to hurt, but I’m not exactly prepared. Groaning, I spit on my palm and circle his cock, wishing I had more. I’ll just have to be careful. I wet his cock as much as I can before sliding my hands down his thighs and behind, then I lift him up.

His legs wrap around me, and I turn and press his back to the wall to stifle the noise of the door. I massage his plump ass. “Are you sure?” I ask. I’ll stop right now if he isn’t.

“Yes, please,” he whispers. “I’m ready.”

I search his gaze, but all I see is desire.

Nodding, I lean in and kiss him. “If it hurts or you want to stop at any point, tell me. I won’t be mad. I want you to enjoy this.”

“I will.” He slaps my shoulders. “Please.”

Grinning, I widen his legs and grab my length, rolling it across him until he moves his hips, his lips seeking mine.

I kiss him as I press against his rear entrance and slowly push past the ring of muscles, and then I pull out and rock deeper, sliding in slowly, inch by inch.

He whimpers into my mouth, digging his nails into my shoulders, but he doesn’t stop me.

He kisses me harder, so I keep going until I’m buried all the way inside him.

Breaking the kiss, I press my forehead to his, letting him adjust to my size.

“That’s it, baby, just relax. You’re doing so well.

It will feel amazing when I start to move. Trust me.”

“I do,” he whispers, and he pushes down experimentally.

I let him until he looks at me for help.

The slight pain and shyness in his eyes are gone, replaced by a feral need that matches my own.

Kissing him, I pull out and slowly push back in, working him up as I slide my hand between our bodies and circle his length, letting him fuck my hand as I take his ass.

He’s so fucking tight around me and so goddamn perfect that I have to hold back my pleasure, but soon, he’s demanding more, and I can’t restrain myself any longer.

“Faster,” he begs, his dark eyes pinning me in place. “Harder, Way, fuck, please.”

I can’t deny him anything.

I slam into him, and he cries out loudly.

Covering his mouth with my hand, I drive into his perfect ass, pounding into the wall with our rapid movements.

“Eyes on me,” I order as he goes to shut them. I need him to see I’m the one who is touching him. I need him to associate pleasure with me rather than everything that happened before.

His eyes open and lock on me as I claim him.

Our lips come together, silencing our noises of pleasure, our bodies slapping loudly.

Pleasure spirals through me, burning like acid down my spine as my balls draw up, but I hold it back.

I need to feel him come first, need him to enjoy this more than anything else.

We find a perfect rhythm, both of us desperate as we touch each other all over, unable to get enough. His head falls back, his eyes wild. “Way, I can’t.”

“Shh, baby, let go. I’ve got you,” I tell him as I feel his cock swelling and jerking in my hand. “Let go, baby. I’m right here. I’ll always catch you.”

It seems to be what he needs to hear because his eyes shut, and he jerks in my grip. I feel his cum spray across us as our bodies move together. His cry of pleasure is muffled as he bites his lip, and I tilt him to hit that spot that drags out his release and makes his cry louder.

I can’t take it anymore.

My release erupts from me, filling his perfect ass as I bury my head in his throat. I jerk and force my cock deeper, until I know he’ll never get me out of him.

His fingers stroke my back as he shudders in my arms, kissing every inch of skin he can. Lifting my head, I press my lips to his. “You did so well, baby.”

He seems to brighten, smiling so vividly it steals what is left of my heart and soul.

My legs want to buckle, so I sit my ass on the counter before I fall and drop both of us. “Are you okay?” I ask worriedly. I was hard and unrelenting, and it’s his first time with me.

“Better than okay,” he assures me as he lifts his head, showing me his smile. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I ask.

“For not touching me like I’m broken or holding back just because of my past . . . . For still wanting me,” he whispers.

“Always,” I vow. “Your past changes nothing. I’ve wanted you for years, and I just want to make you happy. I want to give you everything you need and desire.”

His smile is so bright it must hurt, and he buries his face in my neck.

“Hiding?” I tease.

“I’m shy,” he murmurs, and my grin widens.

“After what we just did? Babe, how are you shy?” I tease, and he smacks me. “Okay, okay, come on, let’s clean up and then get some sleep.”

Turning the shower on, I wait for the water to warm up, and then I carry him in, making sure he’s steady on his feet before I start washing his body.

He’s blushing hard and tries to protest, but I clean every inch of him, including his beautiful ass, and when we’re done, I dry him off and help him dress again.

We sneak back into the room hand in hand, only this time, he pulls me down onto the sofa with him and sprawls across my chest. Wrapping my arms around him, I kiss his head and sigh.

“I love you, Way,” he whispers in the dark.

“I never meant to fall in love with you, but I did. Every time you held my hand through a nightmare, every time you woke me, protected me, and treated me like a normal human being . . . You stole a piece of me, and I don’t want it back.

” I meet his gaze. “But I want that piece of you too. Even if I share it with Maeve, I want it.”

“It’s yours,” I tell him. “It has been for years. Nothing will change that. I love you, Aiyaret. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.”

Kissing me softly, he leans down with a happy hum. “It’s okay, just don’t waste any more time.”

Smiling, I close my eyes. “I won’t. That’s a promise.”