Page 20 of The Last Person (Baker Girls #5)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

HARDY

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck.

Brian Ackley is splayed out on the bed beneath me, waiting for me to fill his ass.

When did I die and go to heaven?

And if this isn’t heaven, I don’t care where it is. I never want to leave.

It’s perfect. He’s perfect.

His mouth on my cock was better than any blowjob I’ve ever had. But seeing him come without even a touch to his dick? I was instantly rock hard again.

He thinks I’m not ready to take his cock yet, but we can go through every one of my toys, and I’ll prove him wrong.

Not right now, though. Now, I get to fuck him. And it’s been a constant war for which thing I want more.

But I can’t wait to wipe the smug, controlled expression off his face.

Squirting some lube over his hole and two of my fingers, I slowly push inside him, opening him with my fingers.

“Yes,” he whines. It’s loud and overdramatic, but I’m not complaining. I’ll greedily watch any show he wants to give me.

His ass sucks my fingers in, and he groans as I work them deeper.

His rumbling moans echo around the room, and I have to quickly stroke myself to keep the edge off.

As hot as it was seeing Brian come so easily, I don’t want to be in that place. I want to fill his ass, spill inside him, and mark him with my cum.

“Your greedy ass needs more,” I whisper, adding a third finger.

“No, it needs your cock. Fuck me, Ryan.”

Those words go straight to my head. And my dick.

But I hold on to enough sanity to ask, “Are we using a condom?”

“Had my physical the same time you did, and I’m all clear.” Vulnerability shines in his eyes as they meet mine.

“Mine was all clear too. And I haven’t been with anyone else.”

“Then get the fuck inside me. Please.”

Squirting some lube onto my cock, I pull my fingers out.

He groans at the emptiness, but I smile, loving the neediness in his eyes.

“Be patient, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”

“Please,” he whispers, and it’s so strangled and pained, I almost lose control.

“Trust me.” I line my cock up at his entrance, and he opens his legs wider for me.

The second my tip is pressed to his hole, he bears down against me, and I slip inside him. The warmth of him surrounding me sends tingles of pleasure up my spine.

He takes me so easily, I’m fully seated inside him a minute later, and I have to take a breath to calm myself down. I came so quickly the last time, and I want to enjoy this. I want him to enjoy this.

Lifting his thick thighs, I move in closer, pressing deeper inside him as I angle my hips.

His guttural moans tell me I’ve found the right spot.

“Fuck me,” he rasps.

Gripping his thighs tightly, I pull most of the way out and thrust back in.

His head drops back and he cries out, his moans filling the room.

This is it. This is really happening. I’m fucking Brian.

I’m responsible for his pleasure. I’m the man who’s going to make him come.

And if I have it my way, I’m the only person who will ever make him come again.

For the rest of his life, it’ll be my name he’s screaming.

In every position. Anywhere I can take him.

“Yes…” His raspy whine is almost too much.

I pause for a second, and his gaze flits to mine.

“What is it?”

“Will you ride me?”

He groans again. “Fuck yes.”

I can’t wait until I get to ride his cock, but for now, I’ll gladly settle for the fantasy of him riding mine.

Once I’m on my back, his large frame centers over me, and he strokes himself as he lowers onto my cock.

I fist the sheets as I moan. I don’t know who’s in control anymore, only that I’m obsessed.

My eyes are heavy, and they want to drift closed, but I force them open, watching as Brian rides me while stroking his cock.

I rest one hand on his thigh as I watch him, and with the other, I tweak my nipples, bringing myself closer to the edge while fighting to hang on. I need to see him come again first.

His dark blond hair is even darker with sweat, and his whole body is glistening. God, he’s gorgeous. His thick muscles are drawn tight, and I’m desperate to touch them, to memorize the feel of each one.

“I’m close,” he breathes, and I pinch my nipple again.

“Me too. Come for me. Your ass is already squeezing my cock. When you come, I’m going to explode inside you. Is that what you want? To feel my cum fill your ass?”

His eyes roll back. “Yes, yes. Ryan…” His hands fall to his sides as he braces himself on the bed, his ass clenching around my cock. And as ropes of his cum hit my chest, I lose myself.

“Brian.” Our moans twist together as I fill his ass, marking him as mine. For fucking ever.

I’ve never wanted or needed anyone like this, and now that I have him, I’ll never let him go.

My body is a quivering mess as I come back down.

He’s panting as he eases off me and lies down beside me.

I’m fulfilled, and yet I still want more. My cock doesn’t, but I can’t get enough of Brian.

He’s my perfect match in every way, and the man my heart has been calling to.

His mouth lands on mine again, his hand cupping the back of my neck as he kisses me, and nothing has ever made me feel more wanted or cherished than this. As he pulls away, he brushes his nose against mine.

“That was every dream of mine come true.”

I press a soft kiss to his lips. “Mine too.”

He splays his palm over my side, and emotion swells within me.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, always my caretaker.

“Perfect,” I breathe.

A brilliant smile appears on his face, highlighting the flush on his cheeks and the brightness in those blue-gray eyes.

“Good to know. I kind of meant about the sexuality stuff. We didn’t really talk about that, and I hate to break it to you, but nothing we just did is straight.”

I gasp dramatically. “You mean besties fucking isn’t a thing bros do?”

He shakes his head at me. “Seriously…”

“Seriously, I give zero fucks. I’m happy.

You’re the person I want. The only one I’ve ever wanted in this way, and I truly believe you’re the only one I’ll ever want.

I don’t care about what label that puts on me.

I only care how I feel. And I’ve never been happier than I am right now.

When you kissed me tonight, I finally felt like I was home.

I realized that living next to you and then living with you—it wasn’t about friendship.

It was because you make me feel like I’m home, and I never want to feel that cold loneliness without you again. ”

His grip on my neck tightens. “You never will. Your heart is home with me, and I promise I’ll keep it safe.”

Then he’s kissing me again, and I’ve never felt safer or more content.

It’s almost one in the morning, and I’m exhausted. We showered, changed the sheets, and then ate while we talked some more. Then there was more kissing and touching.

As we fall into bed now, I’m so tired I can barely move, but I can’t quite settle in.

Brian’s back is pressed against my chest, but I need… more. Something. I don’t know.

I shift around behind Brian, and he rests his hand over mine. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s like I can’t get close enough to you. If I could, I’d sleep with my cock inside you.”

He looks over his shoulder at me. “Technically, that’s a thing. Cock warming. I’m not against trying it, but maybe not while we’re sleeping. Too high a risk of bodily harm. But how about this?”

He rolls over so we’re facing each other, then puts his leg between mine and pulls me closer until our cocks are touching. Wrapping an arm around my back, he presses his lips to mine again in the kind of raw kiss that awakens something deep in my soul.

I love you sounds over and over in my mind, but I push it away. Today has been a big enough step. Those words can come out in time when we’re both settled. Until then, I’ll pour every bit of that feeling into our kisses, each tiny touch, and every look we share.

There’s no going back now. I’ll be his forever. I’m lucky he’s given me himself in return, and I’ll honor that in everything I do, and cherish him in every way for as long as he’ll let me.