Page 43 of Oz (Finding Home #1)

He grins impishly up at me, his hair wet and swept back from that elegant face and his eyes shining almost catlike in the steamy light.

“Your wish is my command,” he says deeply, and I shudder. “Hold yourself open for me.” He looks up. “If your hands let go, I’ll stop.”

I spread myself wider, feeling my hole stretch, and cry out in pleasured agony when his tongue slips slowly over the surface of my hole, flitting back and forth in delicate catlike licks.

“Oh God,” I groan. “So fucking good.” He puts his lips over the hole and starts to alternatively suckle it and send his tongue inside my body. The shower fills with the sounds of his slurps and groans over the noise of the running water and I rub my face against the tile and moan pitifully.

I’m still holding my cheeks open and my cock is throbbing almost painfully. All I want to do is send my hand down and touch myself but I don’t. I’ve learnt that he keeps his word and if he says he’ll stop, then he will. He’s done it before and left me with a hard-on for three hours.

I rut back against his face, feeling the scratch of his beard which is an intense blend of pleasure and almost pain against the sensitive skin of my arse.

He rewards me by licking enthusiastically, groaning under his breath, and when I twist my head round and open my eyes I grunt at the sight of him on his knees with his cock in his furiously moving hand.

“Oh God,” I whisper. “Mo mhuirnín dílis.I need you inside me. I want you so bad.”

He must be nearing the end as well because he stands up quickly, reaching for the lube and starting to open me up. I twist back on his fingers, crying out as they rub me inside, setting up this heated ache in my passage. I reach back and grab his hand when he goes to add a third.

“No,” I mutter. “I’m ready. I need you inside me now.”

“Are you sure?” he asks hoarsely. “I won’t hurt you.”

I nod, struggling to find words as all the blood has left my brain and is currently filling my throbbing cock. “Yes. I want to feel this tomorrow. I want to remember it.”

He grabs a condom from the shelf and starts to open it. I open my mouth and hesitate, and he stops what he’s doing, looking at me intently. “What?”

I shake my head. “I wondered whether seeing as we’ve admitted that we’re together properly now–”

“Wondered what?”

“Whether we’d be seeing anyone else as well?”

His face darkens. “Well, I’m certainly fucking not,” he says sharply. He opens his mouth to say more but I put my fingers over his mouth, feeling the soft, swollen lips.

“Neither will I,” I promise. “I’ve no interest in that.” I hesitate. “I just wondered whether we needed a condom now?”

He stares at me and his eyes seem to spark a golden green with emotion. “You’d want me bare inside you? You want my come?”

I groan and, twisting sideways, send my fingers through his wet chest hair. “God yes,” I mutter. “I want that so bad.”

He gives a shudder that seems to move down his body like a powerful wave. “I’m close at just the thought.” He looks up. “I’m clear of everything. I was tested last month, and I’ve only been with you since we started.” He swallows and his eyes go soft. “I’ll only be with you until the finish.”

I nod, incapable of words. He is, after all, the one that does that best. “I’m clear too.” I reach down and fist his cock before widening my stance and bending forwards I bring the tip to my hole. “Please,” I beg, pushing back so that the head pops in.

“Oh God,” he chokes out, and I feel his hands come down on my arse. “It’s so fucking hot, Ozzy.”

I fold my arms on the tiled shelf and rest my head on them, backing into him. “Now,” I cry out and he grunts and suddenly he’s sliding inside me fully, the pinch and burn caused by his girth making me cry out.

He stills immediately and wraps his arms around my chest, bringing me back against him. “You okay?” he asks, and I can tell how much effort it’s taking for him to keep still as he’s practically vibrating.

I breathe out and nod. “Yes. God, yes. I love it. Fuck me.”

He inhales a sharp breath and then he starts to move, pulling his hips back before screwing into me, the length of his cock hot and hard as a pipe inside me.

“Fuck,” I mutter, and I feel him nod, his face twisting into my back and sending shivers down my spine.

“I won’t last long,” he says, the words an impassioned mutter. “You’re so fucking hot and tight in there. I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

He grabs my hips and I know and love the fact that he’s leaving bruises I’ll find the next morning, like a handwritten map painting his travels across my body.

“We’re never using condoms again,” he gasps, and I chuckle.

He moans as he feels the vibrations through his cock and slaps my bum lightly.

“Don’t do that,” he gasps. “Or this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”

I back up and start to fuck myself on his cock. “It’s so fucking good,” I whisper. Talk stops and all I can hear in the wet, steamy air are our panting breaths and the slap of flesh against flesh.

He takes control and holding my hair in one hand, he grabs my hip with the other and starts to ram into me, fucking himself in with hard, urgent shoves that make my toes curl.

“Oh shit,” I gasp and reach one hand down to grab my cock and start a wet, heated slide. The action sends sparks into my balls and I feel them draw up. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes,” he gasps, and I feel his hand move and one long finger tracing my pucker.

“You’re stuffed so full of me,” he whispers fiercely.

“All red and swollen around me. You’re going to come any second, and when you do I’m going to fill you up with my spunk and watch it slip out of you and down your fucking legs. ”

“Fuck,” I scream and the pressure bursts and come shoots out of my cock, painting the tiles with creamy glistening ropes.

“Yes,” he shouts out and gives two more battering thrusts before grunting. “So good,” he moans. I feel the hot liquid inside me for the first time in my life, and he shudders like he’s been tasered.

We ride out the aftershocks, clutching at each other, and I moan complainingly as he pulls slowly out of me. “No. Don’t go.”

“I have to,” he says hoarsely. “I need to see.” I turn my head to see him kneeling at my arse. He opens my cheeks and groans. “Fuck, that’s so hot. My come’s sliding out of you.”

“I can feel it,” I whisper and then jerk and give a shout as he pushes his face in and I feel him start to lick and suck.

“ Silas ,” I groan. The feeling is almost overwhelming and just this pleasurable side of painful as he licks the stretched, swollen opening and sends his tongue in to get more. Incredibly I feel my cock stir.

“Silas,” I whisper and start to slide my hand down my cock that’s still slick with my spunk. I push back against his face demandingly and hear the slick sounds as his hand moves on his own cock. “Don’t stop,” I beg.

He hums an agreement and his other hand comes up, one finger touching the sore hole before sliding in under his tongue.

The dark bite of pain sends electric sparks into my groin, making my balls clench painfully, and before I know it’s happening I spurt a second small amount of come into my palm.

He pulls back, breathing harshly, and I spin round to watch him arch on the floor and come into his hand.

I grab his hand and lift it to my mouth. Holding his glowing gaze I lick the spunk off it, cleaning it thoroughly. He chuckles and sighs. “No more,” he mutters. “I couldn’t get it up again if my life depended on it.”

“You’re the one who ate the come out of my arse.” He grins and I pull him to me, hugging him tight and loving the feel of him against me. “You dirty bastard,” I say admiringly, and he laughs.

“Your dirty bastard.”

“Always.”

“What did you call me during sex?” he asks. “It sounded Irish.”

I blush. “Mo mhuirnín dílis. It means my own true love.”

“I like that,” he says softly, pulling me close for a kiss. “I really like being that to you.”

I redden even more, and he chuckles. I reach up and kiss him, feeling the smile I can’t stop against his lips.

He fills his palms with my body wash and starts to wash me, cleaning me up as gently as anything I’ve ever felt.

His smile is soft and warm, and he hums contentedly as I do the same to him.

Eventually when the water starts to cool we stumble out of the shower and dry each other tenderly, dropping kisses onto dry bits and murmuring silly nonsense to each other that I know will make me blush tomorrow.

I move over to the bed, pulling the sheets back and already anticipating sinking into the softness with relish.

I pause as I catch sight of him standing against the window, looking out in his customary posture.

As I watch, he stretches and gives a satisfied grunt before leaning against the window.

My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him.

The long, lean length of him touched by moonlight that catches the content, almost dreamy look on his face that’s always there when he’s in this room with me.

I’m held immobile, almost stunned by the certainty that runs through me, and before I can second-guess myself I walk over to him, sliding under the raised arm and feeling it lower to my shoulders, grounding and warm and everything to me.

“Ask me,” I say quietly. I smile tenderly. “I guarantee I’m going to say yes.”

He looks down at me, his eyes pellucid in the dim light, but somehow, he catches my meaning like it’s written in front of him in neon smoke letters.

“Will you stay with me, Pika? Live with me here in this house always?” he asks softly.

I pull him down to me and wrap my arms around his shoulders as he buries his head in my neck. I feel his breath on my skin and the warmth of his body, and I want it like this forever with a desire that feels like it’s taken root in my bones.

I put my mouth to his ear and I whisper one word. “Yes.”