Page 22 of Only You

Maybe I misread that whole thing. Or maybe he just isn’t ready to say it or hear it. I don’t know. I try not to be disappointed as we sit there and watch the movie until Braylen, Kellan, and Phillip return, but that sinking feeling in my gut remains.

Even as we go back to my house and kick off our shoes. He’s stayed the night with me quite a bit since our first date, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling nervous standing by my front door, unsure of what’s about to happen.

Does he love me?

Am I too much for him?

“Remy?” His voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I look up at him just as he reaches for my chin. “Are you okay?”

I nod my head, reaching for him and running my fingers through the back of his hair. “I am.”

I bring him down to my mouth, guiding his lips to mine, and he kisses me sweetly, his mouth brushing slowly over mine. It’s tender and sweet, but soon enough, it’s just not enough.

I need him naked and in my bed. I want him in all the ways.

“Tatum . . .” I start when I pull back.

“Yeah?” He looks worried, his lips all puffy from our brief kiss and his eyes full of concern.

“I need to taste you.”

His mouth falls open slightly, his pupils dilating as his head nods in slow motion. “Yes.”

I grin and take his hand, leading him to my big comfortable bed. I want to take my time with him. So I do. I slowly slip his shirt off over his head, my fingers dragging over every bit of ink—and there’s so much.

Each piece starting and ending in a story that Tatum may have meant for only him to know, but I understand. My fingertips drag over the rigid muscles beneath. He removes my shirt, but my hands instantly go back to his warm skin.

I lean up and in, kissing his neck and down over his collarbone. He allows me to explore him, kissing over his skin and down over each nipple. He gasps when I suck one into my mouth, teasing the tight nub with my tongue, then licking down between his abs to his bellybutton.

I lower myself to my knees, going to the button on his jeans and flicking it open. “Oh God, Remy. Need you so bad.”

I smile at his dreamy-sounding voice and lower the zipper, being careful with his bulging package underneath. Slowly I lower his jeans and underwear, freeing his hard, throbbing cock as I take it into my hand. He kicks his jeans and underwear off as I start to stroke him teasingly.

“Everything about you is perfect,” I marvel at his length and girth, my hand wrapped carefully around it.

“Please,” he begs, and it’s a heady feeling—kneeling at his feet and looking up into his pleading eyes. It’s something I don’t take lightly.

I lean forward and tease the tip with my tongue, not really trying to drive him crazy but taking the moment for myself. I take in the earthy, somewhat tangy, sweet flavor of him and close my mouth around the head of his cock, sucking ever so slightly and getting hit with a burst of flavor.

“Oh fuck.” His fingers thread through my hair, but he isn’t rough. He’s surprisingly gentle as he clings to me, not guiding me at all. He lets me do what I want to him. At my mercy.

I take a little more of him into my mouth, my hand still wrapped around his base to make sure I can take it.

I’ve never given head to someone this big before, but I’m going to tackle this beast. I use my tongue to glide along his shaft and go back to teasing his head, licking the slit and then sucking before taking more of him into my mouth and working him with my hand simultaneously.

My dick is a solid spike in my pants, pressing up against my zipper, but I ignore it for now.

I’m starving for him. Determined to make him come but also to draw this out.

My free hand goes to his ass, squeezing the rock-hard globe and pushing him further into my mouth before pulling back, giving him permission to fuck my mouth.

He does, but he’s careful, holding back. I relax my throat and remove my hand from his base, bringing it to his other cheek and holding onto him as I gaze up into his eyes, telling him what I want.

His nostrils flare as he looks down at me, his eyes full of want and hunger. I give the slightest nod, my mouth full of cock as I slide more of him into me. It’s almost too much, my mouth impossibly full, but I want this.

He pulls back until he’s nearly free from my mouth, and I whimper but take a deep breath and squeeze his ass tighter, pushing him into me, and his hips jerk forward ever so slightly. He starts with a slow and steady rhythm, short juts forward, but soon it’s long, even strokes.

He hits the back of my throat, and I gag ever so slightly, but before he can pull out of my mouth, I hold him there and swallow around him. He groans, his fingers digging into my scalp, and then he pulls back before thrusting forward.

My cock leaks through my underwear and jeans, jerking in my pants and wanting in on the action, but I’m frozen in place. Reveling in Tatum taking his pleasure from my body.

It’s intense. My entire body is on full alert as I watch him. As he fills my mouth over and over. My hands grasp his firm ass as I feel him flex with each fuck into my mouth.

It’s all so much to take—how connected I am to him. How much I absolutely love this and how I can’t get enough. My eyes are watering, and my jaw is aching, but I don’t want it to end.

“Remy,” he says on the softest whisper, my name a sweet prayer on his lips as he spills down my throat.

My dick jerks in my pants at the taste of him as I swallow his release, and I nearly come myself but not quite there. Tatum pulls me up to him, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and licking it clean as we make it to my bed, and he lays me down.

“My legs feel like jelly,” he says with a smile, his hand caressing my cheek, his big body covering mine.

I think this means we’re done for the night, and even though I didn’t come, I’m more than okay with it. Bringing him pleasure that intense was more than enough for me.

But I quickly realize I read that wrong when he starts to kiss down over my chest, teasing each nipple and making me writhe beneath him. “Tatum...” I gasp.

I feel him smiling against my skin as he makes his way down. “So beautiful, Remy. Every part of you.”

He pops the button of my jeans open, and I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him. Yes, we’ve fooled around a lot since I broke my no kissing rule, but his mouth has never been this close to my dick before.

Said dick is trying to burst out of my pants to get to him, but I will my body to calm down. I’ve been pro dick for a long time. It’s nothing new to me, even if Tatum’s is a monster cock. This—this is all very new to Tatum—so I find myself holding my breath as I wait.

I don’t want him to feel pressured to do anything, but I don’t want to ruin the moment either.

He pulls my pants and underwear down, and I quickly—though not elegantly at all—kick them both away, leaving me totally naked below him. His mouth remains right there, and I can feel his breath drifting over my shaft and my balls.

My heart is about to pound out of my chest. “Tatum, you don’t have to do anything.” He has to know that.

He looks up at me, that ever-confident Tatum smirk on his face as he wraps his big hand around me, and I nearly bow off the bed. My back arches, and my head lolls back with only one long stroke of my aching shaft.

“Oh fuck.”

“I don’t have to do anything. That’s true...” My head rolls forward just in time to see his pink tongue dart out and lick my slit where a dot of pre-cum was waiting for him.

“Mmmmm,” he moans, his deep voice nearly making me lose it. “I knew you’d taste incredible.”

“Fuck.” It’s not eloquent at all, but it’s all I can come up with.

He licks the length of my shaft and down to my balls, teasing each one, sucking on them and making me squirm.

“I won’t last long,” I try to warn, my eyes squeezing shut as I try to think about anything else so I don’t come yet.

My dick jerks in his hand, flexing and more pre-cum leaks from my tip.

“Fuck me, that’s so damn hot,” he says with no hint of anything other than pure desire.

He fixes his mouth around my head and sucks hard, hollowing out his cheeks.

I groan, fisting my comforter, my back arching as I fight thrusting upward.

He takes more of me in his mouth and sucks. For never being with a man, he’s awfully good with it, but he has good instincts, so it doesn’t surprise me. Pleasure is pleasure, no matter what gender your partner is.

If anyone understands that, it’s Tatum.

When I hit the back of his throat, it takes everything in me to, first of all, not come, but also not to move a muscle.

I want him to control every part of this.

He gags slightly but recovers quickly and then goes to town on me.

He takes me in and out of his mouth, my hand moving down to my balls, rolling them the way I like as I pant with need.

I can’t take it for very long, my hands going into his hair as he takes me into his mouth, but then I notice one of his hands sliding up my thigh to my balls, replicating what I did to myself only moments ago.

Him paying that close attention to my body is what flings me over the edge. I go rigid, my cock stiff in his throat as I let my release go, shooting into his mouth. He gags but swallows at the same time, and I feel like I’ll be coming forever. He never lets up as he licks me clean.

Some of the cum dribbles down his chin, but he looks blissed-out as he climbs up my body and kisses me hard.

I wrap my arms around him and hold him close as I kiss him the best I can with all my limbs turning into jelly now.

And when he collapses next to me on the bed, a goofy, satisfied grin on his handsome face, I’m more content than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

I think he does love me.