Page 24 of Only You

NINETEEN

Show me.

His words reverberate through me as I try to keep my trembling to a minimum.

He can’t possibly want this, right?

Never in a million years did I think Tatum Luck would want me in any sort of romantic way, but now he wants me inside him? Not just my fingers but my dick too?

It’s almost too much to comprehend. But from the way he’s looking at me—the sweet words he’s saying to me—I believe him. He wants this. And not some sort of trying to get me to let him fuck me. There’s no trick here.

He wants this because he wants this, and he isn’t pushing me for anything else. This beautiful man I love.

I can’t believe I finally said the words to him. And though he didn’t say them back, I feel it. I know he loves me.

I’ve never felt so loved.

He kisses me sweetly and lifts my shirt off my body. Taking his time, even though I can see how badly he wants this. His cock is hard, red at the tip and leaking. His balls are full and heavy, but he doesn’t rush anything.

He strips me slowly, kissing me hard and then soft.

Kissing down my body and driving me crazy with need.

I think about taking his dick inside me—something I’ve never even entertained.

Not because I don’t think I’ll like it, but because I never wanted to give anyone that much control over me—that much trust.

But with Tatum—I think if it’s something he wants someday, it’s something I want too.

But for now, I’m going to focus on him. I want to make this good for him. I want to blow his mind. He’s still worshipping my body, but I need this to be about him, so I gently push on his chest and get him to lie on his back, so I can take over.

My lips drag over his body, relishing in the sweet way he shivers as I lick and suck on his nipples and then drag my tongue over every dip of defined muscle.

When I reach his cock, I don’t ignore it.

I lick along his shaft to his tip, suckling and teasing, going down to his full balls and sucking each one into my mouth, making him groan and plead.

But I’m not done yet. I move between his legs, bracing each foot flat on the bed and bending his knees, studying his pretty pink, puckered hole. “I can’t believe you’re going to let me in here,” I say, kissing his entrance.

“Oh, holy fuck. Hopefully sooner rather than later,” he pants.

“You want my dick inside you, Tatum? Stretching out this pretty hole?” I move my hand up his thigh slowly, then brush over his hole with the tip of my finger, teasing his nerve endings.

“Yes.” He sounds pretty damn sure, which gives me the confidence to keep going.

“What about my tongue?”

“What?” He sounds confused—not turned off or upset, but like his thoughts are full of lust and he can’t get enough.

I lick around his pucker slowly, teasing him. “My tongue, Tatum. Do you want my tongue?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” he says, his body shuddering.

I don’t waste any more time after that. I go in, licking into him slowly and taking my time to taste him. To feel him from the inside. I kiss him like I would his mouth—delving in deep and listening to him whimper.

I have to keep myself from humping against the bed, my body so turned-on, it’s begging for relief already. This is Tatum. My Tatum. This is happening. It’s all so surreal.

I notice his hand has gone to his cock, shuttling up and down, his cries of pleasure growing louder, and even though I don’t want to pull away, I force myself to do just that. Grabbing his hand and pulling it off his cock. “Mine,” I say, looking up at him.

His eyes are glazed over, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watches me.

I move up and kiss the tip of his cock, loving the way it jerks at the touch. “Mine,” I say, moving down and leaving a kiss against his balls. “Mine.” I look up at him again and then move down to his saliva-slicked hole and press a kiss there too before my eyes meet his. “Mine.”

He nods, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple prominent and bobbing in his throat. “Yours. I’m yours forever, Remy. Always have been.”

I smile at that and climb up his body to press a kiss to his mouth, and despite where my mouth had just been, Tatum grips my hair and pulls me to him, kissing the hell out of me and making me squirm.

Our cocks are slotted together, dripping pre-cum as we move our hips, both chasing that high. His hands move to my hips, and he stops all movement. “Want you. All of you. I love you too, Remy. I love you more than I ever thought possible.”

I nearly cry in relief at hearing those words. My whole life, I wondered if it would ever actually be possible to be loved by someone. My own mother couldn’t give me love back, but looking down into Tatum’s eyes, I know it’s not only possible, it’s my reality. He loves me.

“I love you too,” I say and kiss him softly before reaching for the lube and a condom from my drawer. I hold the condom up, though, as I sit back on my knees and look at him. “Do you want me to use this?”

He instantly shakes his head. “We’re both negative. I want to feel all of you, Remy, and I have no intention of ever being with anyone else for the rest of my life.”

It’s impossible not to tremble when he says that. I smile, letting the pleasure of his words wash over me as I toss the condom behind me somewhere and slick up my fingers, taking my time to slowly get him ready.

I start with one, pushing a generous amount of lube into him slowly, letting him adjust, though he’s fairly loosened from my tongue. I don’t want this to hurt at all. I want him begging for me.

I add two and watch him carefully, making sure there’re no signs of discomfort.

“Fuck, Remy. Just get inside me already,” he complains, and I chuckle, but I don’t dismiss his demand either.

I remove my fingers and then grab the lube, slicking up my cock and reaching for his with my still-slick hand, making him groan and his back arch. “I’ll go slow,” I say as I notch my cock at his entrance.

I push into him, taking my time, working my way into his body as he relaxes to let me in. When I finally sink fully inside, we both exhale, and I lean down to steal his lips.

I’ve never fucked anyone face-to face-before, but I’m glad I did this time. We kiss as I remain as still as possible, letting him adjust and praying I don’t come just yet. I’d like to get at least a full five minutes in. That would be fantastic.

But then it’s clear it’s not enough for him, his hands going to my ass as he pulls me back and then pushes me into him, showing me exactly what he wants. “Fuck me. I need you. I won’t last much longer.”

I stroke his cock, trying to keep kissing him as I move in and out of his tight channel, but it seems impossible, and I wind up resting my face in the crook of his neck. His hands remain on my ass, working me in and out of him, his arm muscles flexing tight and bulging.

I thrust into him, shifting angles until I hear his sweet cry and know I found his prostate. “Oh, fuck yes,” he gasps, his pleasure reaching its peak.

His fingers dig into my ass, and just as I’m about to lose it, I feel his cock jerk in my hand and hear his throaty scream of passion as his cum splatters between us, and his ass holds me in a vice.

I slam my eyes shut, my vision blanking for a moment, and then I’m coming deep inside him, my balls emptying with each stroke. His hands move to my back as he smooths them over my heated flesh.

I collapse onto him, panting and trying like hell to catch my breath. Though, if this is how I die, I couldn’t be mad about it.

“So I’m guessing you’re a fan of your prostate,” I say with a laugh.

“Oh, hell yeah. You may have just created a monster. You’re going to regret this, and we’re moving in together. I’m going to want it all the time.”

I snicker. “Can’t wait.”

He kisses my temple and holds on to me.

I truly mean that. Every minute with Tatum is like a balm to all the shitty memories of my past. It heals me.

He heals me.