Page 37 of Private Exhibit (Gentleman Hackers #4)

DEVON COULDN'T stop the moan that escaped him.

Oh my gods . Andy hadn't kissed him like that in days . Hardly kissed him at all. And other than when Andy held him throughout the night, the man had barely touched him other than to bathe him, dress him, or change his diaper.

Andy pulled back with a gasp, pressing their foreheads together and breathing heavily. “Sorry. I couldn't resist.”

Devon whimpered. “Don't stop,” he begged.

Andy shook his head. “I have to. I don't want to get carried away.”

“Please,” Devon gasped. “Daddy? Please, don't stop.” He looked around, making sure Oliver was still out of the room. Oliver had gotten a text and run off, promising he'd be right back. “Fuck me,” Devon blurted out in a whisper. Touch me. Need me. Something. Please, gods. Anything.

Andy sucked in a breath and held it, then shook his head again. “No. It wouldn't be fair.”

“Daddy,” Devon begged, feeling a tightness in his eyes as the urge to cry slowly crept in. “Please. I need to feel you inside me again, while we still have a chance.”

Andy leaned back and looked him in the eyes, studying him. “Can you?”

“What?”

Andy hesitated. “Feel?”

Devon nodded. Whether it was physical or all in his head, he was definitely feeling turned on. That could easily change in the next hour—hells, in the next few seconds—but he needed something regardless. He had to know that Andy still wanted him.

Andy let out a shuddering breath and kissed him again.

Devon drifted, forgetting everything. He forgot the stark, lifeless apartment.

The frustration of being stuck in a wheelchair, unable to do anything for himself.

The long, tedious anticipation, knowing the end was coming, wishing it would just hurry up and get there already.

Everything faded beneath the sheer, suffocating weight of pleasure as Andy consumed him.

Andy moved, and the next thing Devon knew, he was stretched out on Andy's bed, with Andy hovering over him, touching him everywhere. Devon's clothes seemed to vanish as though by magic. He couldn't remember a single detail of Andy undressing him.

But then he realized it was just him in his diaper, with a very naked Andy pressing him down into the mattress.

A sob tore out of him before he could stop it.

“Dev?” Andy gasped.

Devon squeezed his eyes shut, fighting tears. “How can you want me like this?” He tried to cover his face, but his hands wouldn't budge. Not even his left arm, which had remained partially functional for days.

Andy wiped away the few tears that managed to escape. “I always want you,” he murmured, his voice unsteady.

Devon slowly blinked and looked up at Andy's face. He gave a tiny gasp. Oh my gods . Andy was crying, too. His eyelashes were wet, his face pinched with pain.

Before Devon could say anything, Andy kissed him again, the contact so deep and powerful yet so achingly sweet that Devon felt dizzy. He barely felt Andy unfastening the diaper. Barely heard the crinkle of plastic as Andy opened a condom.

“No,” Devon gasped.

Andy paused. “No?”

“No condom,” Devon blurted out. “I can't get pregnant,” he rushed to remind Andy. “Please. I want to feel you come inside me.” Even if I can't feel it , he thought. If nothing else, he'd know . That would have to be enough.

Andy studied his face, his gaze growing darker by the second. “Oh fuck.” He cast the condom aside and crushed Devon in a kiss.

Devon came up for air when Andy pulled away, and he saw Andy push his legs apart.

A swell of panic rose up inside him, not able to feel Andy's hands on his thighs.

But then Andy stroked Devon's tiny length with the tip of his finger.

The touch was feather-light, but it was there.

Devon moaned, wanting more. Needing more.

“Gods, baby,” Andy gasped. “You're so hot and wet.”

Devon held his breath. “Bad wet?” he quietly asked.

“No,” Andy growled, shaking his head and stuffing two fingers inside him. “Good wet. Very good wet.”

Devon gasped, Andy's shallow strokes teasing him, making him desperate.

Andy pulled his fingers out, making Devon whimper at the loss of sensation. But then the man grabbed his cock and slowly stroked it, slicking it up with Devon's own fluids.

“Oh my gods,” Devon gasped. He stared at Andy's hand, mesmerized by the sight of it stroking that perfect, naked cock. “I could watch this all day.”

Andy grinned, moving closer to drag the head of his cock up and down between Devon's legs.

Devon whimpered again. He felt it, but barely. It was like his skin had turned partially numb. More a preview or a hint of touch than the actual sensation.

But when Andy finally entered him? Devon felt it right down to his core.

“Oh my gods,” he gasped, choking on a ragged breath as Andy completely filled him. “Daddy!”

Andy froze, hovering there with his cock as deep as it could go. “Dev?”

“Daddy,” Devon gasped. He tried to move. To reach for the man. To rock his hips or arch his back or something . Devon let out a pitiful, helpless whine, then begged, “Please.”

Andy stared at him for a long moment, then slowly pulled back.

Devon moaned.

“Gods,” Andy quietly swore. “You feel that?”

Devon nodded, unable to speak.

Andy seized him in his arms, crushing their mouths together as he thrust in deep again. “Gods, Dev,” he gasped. “Can we just stay right here forever?”

Devon sucked in a breath and squeezed his eyes shut.

Andy bit off a choked sob, then burrowed into him, nuzzling his throat. “Stay with me,” he whispered, sounding more like he was praying than talking to Devon. “Gods, please. Stay with me.”

I want to , Devon thought, but he couldn't make himself say the words, knowing he'd never get them out past the lump in his throat.

He tried to reach for Andy, wanting to hold onto him, but his arms still wouldn't move.

Andy pulled slightly away again, studying his face again, his gaze intense like he was trying to memorize it.

He let go just long enough to grab Devon's hands, pulling their arms in close.

Andy kissed the backs of Devon's knuckles, then stared into his eyes again. “I've got you, baby. Daddy's got you.”

Devon surrendered to the moment. With Andy keeping him so contained, he manged to forget that he couldn't move. There was no longer any need to move. Andy had him, and that was all that mattered.

The longer it went on, the more Devon felt everything.

There was the almost painful grind of Andy's hipbones into his groin.

The teasing, ticklish brushes of Andy's skin along the insides of his thighs.

The rough scratch of Andy's pubic hair against his slick, sensitive flesh.

The unintentional flick of Andy's hard nipples against his own.

Devon soaked up every tiny whisper of sensation. Reveled in it. Drowned in it.

Andy was right. Devon never wanted this moment to end, either.

He didn't even care if he came. Not really. A part of him desperately wanted it—needed that explosive release—but it wasn't nearly as important as the rest of it. They were there. Together. Alive. Flesh and blood. Racing hearts and panted breaths. It was enough.

It was perfect.

Still, Devon felt it building. He held his breath, trying to focus on Andy, not wanting to get his hopes up that it would actually happen. Just his luck, it would be like the last time, when all sensation died right before he came.

Andy's movements slowed. He studied Devon's eyes, then surged up and reached for something on the nightstand.

The glass walls changed. Suddenly, the room seemed endless, mirrors surrounding them on all sides.

Devon gasped and covered his face, barely registering that he was able to do so, too overwhelmed by shyness. “Andy!”

“Just look at me,” Andy insisted, pulling his hands away. Andy even moved back, sitting up on his heels and grabbing Devon by the hips. “Watch Daddy, baby. Just look at me.”

Devon stared up at him, his embarrassment slowly fading as he watched the man move, looking so powerful and in control that it took Devon's breath away.

Andy nodded to one side.

Devon swallowed hard, then obeyed the silent command.

He glanced in that direction and gasped again.

Oh gods . He saw Andy's reflection, saw the way Andy's body rolled and how his ass flexed with every thrust. The new angle somehow both disconnected Devon from the action and brought him closer to it at the same time.

He turned his head and looked the other direction, trying to ignore the sight of himself, lying there, completely helpless, and focused on Andy instead.

The man was so beautiful, so strong, so in command, it almost hurt to look at him.

“Oh gods,” Devon gasped, feeling the pleasure suddenly spike. “Daddy! Oh my gods.”

“That's it, baby,” Andy murmured, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “You like watching Daddy, don't you, sweet boy?”

“Yes,” Devon panted. “Oh gods. Yes! Daddy, yes!”

“Keep watching, baby,” Andy growled, thrusting even faster. “Watch Daddy fuck you. Never stop watching. You hear me? Never stop–”

Devon arched up off the bed and cried out in surprise, startled by the suddenness of his orgasm.

Andy fucked him through it, dragging it out, making his entire body seem to pulse with pleasure.

Devon started to go limp in Andy's arms when he heard the man's breath hitch. He watched, wide-eyed, as Andy bit off a curse and gave one hard, deep, final thrust.

The pulse of Andy's cock was intense. It felt like something else was trying to squeeze its way into Devon's body alongside that hard length.

Oh my gods . Devon held his breath, latching onto the sensation.

He wanted to experience every second of it, knowing Andy was shooting his cum deep inside him. Knowing it was now part of him.

Andy bent over, gasping for breath. He slowly stretched out, easing down on top of Devon without pulling out, holding Devon down as he slowly kissed him.

Devon moaned, wrapping his arms around Andy and holding on tight. He never wanted to let go.

Andy breathed a laugh as he nuzzled Devon's ear. “You moved,” he whispered in awe.

Devon gasped. I did! He hadn't realized it in the moment, but it dawned on him that all his motor functions had slowly but surely returned. Devon flexed his fingers, then fanned his toes. “Oh my gods.” Maybe the attack was finally over. Maybe he still had more time.

He felt like himself again.

Devon basked in the sensation of lying there with Andy on top of him, trying to memorize the feel of the man's body. The warmth of his skin. The hardness of his muscles. He clung to each little detail, letting it all overwhelm him. He wanted it all.

He wanted more.

Andy's cock began to soften, slowly withdrawing from Devon's body. Devon squirmed and let out a squeak. It felt so strange! The moment dragged on until he thought Andy's cock would never fully leave him.

But it did. Andy's cock finally slipped out, making Devon squirm. “That felt weird!” he said with a grin.

Andy chuckled and gave Devon a kiss. “Come on, sweet boy. Let's go get cleaned up.”

Devon almost protested, not wanting to leave that bed, but he did feel all sticky and wet. And his hips were stiff from having his legs splayed like that for so long.

Andy helped him up, and Devon stood on shaky legs, smiling with relief that he could do so.

“Come on,” Andy murmured, reaching for his hand. “It's almost dinnertime. You must be starving.”

Devon smiled softly as he followed Andy into the washroom. Andy started the shower and pulled Devon under the hot water, running his hands all over Devon's skin. Devon clung to him as Andy washed him slowly and thoroughly, not missing a single inch of his body.

Once they were clean, dry, and dressed, Andy left to go order dinner while Devon stayed behind to tidy the bed, smiling as he did so. It felt good to be on his own two legs again.

The sight of his discarded diaper gave him pause, but even that couldn't spoil his mood.

He felt more alive than he had in days. Devon took care of the diaper, then straightened the sheets and made the room presentable again.

He blushed when he realized the walls were still on mirror mode.

Devon quickly changed them back to blackout, but he couldn't help smiling at the memory of seeing Andy all around him.

He couldn't wait to experience that again.

Devon checked the room, making sure everything was as it should be. Smiling to himself, he turned to leave.

His legs gave out. Devon hit the floor with a grunt, barely able to break his fall.

What the hells?

He started to push himself up, but his arms wouldn't cooperate. Devon collapsed in an awkward heap. He tried to call out for help, but his chest got tight, his lungs seeming to lock up, completely beyond his control.

Devon's ears rang, and his vision turned hazy before it started to tunnel down.

Oh gods . He was dying. It was really, finally happening. This was no mere attack. This was the final one. Any moment now, it would be over. He'd be outside his body. Past the point of no return. This was the end.

And he wasn't ready.