Page 78 of Gator

He writhed beneath me, breathless pleas falling from his lips. “Please… Daddy… touch me… more…” His need was beautiful, intoxicating. I bent down, my lips trailing down his stomach, over his hipbone, kissing the small bruise there gently before moving lower still. I nuzzled the crease of his thigh, inhaling his clean, aroused scent. Then I took him into my mouth.

He cried out, a sharp, ragged sound of pure pleasure. His hands flew to my head, fingers twisting in my hair, not pushing, just holding on. I took him deep, savoring the salty-sweet taste of him on my tongue. I worked him slowly, using my tongue, my lips, varying the pressure, listening to the symphony of his gasps and moans. His hips lifted slightly, seeking more, but I held the pace, drawing it out, making him feel every exquisite sensation.

“Fuck… can’t… I’m close…” He gasped, his thighs trembling.

I released him with a soft pop, crawling back up his body. His eyes were glazed, his lips swollen, his chest heaving. He looked utterly wrecked and beautiful. I kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on my tongue.

“Need you inside me, Daddy,” he whispered against my lips, the words raw and needy. “Now. Please.”

The plea ignited a fresh wave of possessiveness. I reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking my fingers quickly. My gaze never left his as I pressed one slick finger against his entrance. He yielded easily, a soft sigh escaping him as my finger slid deep inside. I worked him open with tender thoroughness. One finger, then two, stretching him gently, crooking to find that spot that made him gasp and arch. He was pliant, eager, his body welcoming my touch, his gaze locked on mine, trusting and wanting.

When he was ready, breathless and pushing back against my fingers, I slicked myself. I positioned myself between his thighs, the head of my cock pressing against his entrance. I held his gaze, the connection between us thick and unbreakable.

“Mine,” I stated, the word a low growl, thick with emotion.

“Yours,” he breathed back, pure certainty shining in his eyes. “Always.”

I pushed forward, slow and steady, breaching him. His heat enveloped me, tight and perfect. When I was fully sheathed inside him, I paused, relishing the utter completeness of it.Home.This right here was home.

“Look at me, Julius,” I murmured against his lips.

He opened his eyes, dark pools reflecting my own fierce love. I began to move. Slow, deep thrusts. Pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in with relentless, loving thoroughness. There was no desperation, only a deep, resonant connection.Each stroke was a vow, a promise. I set a rhythm that was both powerful and tender, my hips rolling against his, driving deep, my gaze holding his prisoner.

See me. Feel me. This is real. This is forever.

He met every thrust with his legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into the small of my back, pulling me deeper. The intimacy was profound, a shared language spoken in touch and breath and locked gazes.

I shifted slightly, angling my hips, and hit his prostate dead-on. He cried out, his back bowing off the bed, his cock pulsing against my stomach. “Yes! Right there… don’t stop!”

I focused my thrusts, hammering that sweet spot with deep, deliberate strokes. Pleasure coiled low in my belly, building steadily, intensely. I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his cock, stroking him firmly in time with my thrusts.

“Daddy… I’m… gonna…” His warning dissolved into a guttural cry as his orgasm tore through him. His body clamped down on my cock like a vise, hot pulses of release striping his stomach and my hand. The intensity of his climax, the sheer visible surrender to the pleasure I gave him, sent me hurtling over the edge. With a low groan ripped from deep within my chest, I buried myself to the hilt and pulsed inside him, my own release crashing over me in blinding, soul-deep waves.

I collapsed forward, catching my weight on my forearms, my forehead pressed to his, both of us gasping, trembling, slickwith sweat and release. The aftershocks pulsed through us, a shared, wordless resonance. I stayed buried inside him, not ready to break the connection, my arms wrapping around him to hold him impossibly close. I pressed soft, lingering kisses to his sweat-dampened temple, his closed eyelids, the corner of his mouth.

The frantic energy of the day, the terror, the relief, it all bled away, leaving behind a profound exhaustion and a deep, bone-melting peace. Carefully, I pulled out, immediately gathering him against my side. He curled into me, his head finding its familiar spot on my shoulder, one arm draped possessively across my chest, his fingers splayed over my steadily slowing heartbeat. He sighed, a sound of utter contentment.

“Never letting you out of my sight again,” I murmured, the words rough but soft.

He chuckled softly, the vibration humming against my skin. “Good luck with that, tough guy.” He tilted his head up, his gaze meeting mine in the dim light, warm and sated. “But for the record? I’m good right here.” He nestled back down, his body relaxing completely against mine.

I held him and listened to his breathing even out, feeling the steady thud of his heart against my side. Here, in the warm, safe darkness of our bed, the only thing that mattered was the solid, undeniable weight of him in my arms. Here with me. Right where he belonged.

Chapter twenty-five

Julius

I woke up the next morning wrapped in Gator’s arms. I’d slept better than I’d expected, all things considered, only startling awake a few times. But each time Gator was there, whispering words of reassurance that I was safe and that he was there until I drifted back to sleep.

I shifted to move out of his embrace, but he tightened his arms. I looked over my shoulder at him to find him awake. “Did you get any sleep at all?”

“Some. Are you ready to get up?”

“I am. I’m starving.” Which made sense. After the whole ordeal, food had been the furthest thing from my mind last night.

“Me, too.” He rolled over and stretched out on the bed beside me. “How about if I run down to Goldie’s and grab us a couple of breakfast sandwiches while you let Trixie out of her cage?”

“Yeah, I should do that. Since she was barely out yesterday at all.”