Page 72 of Always Watching
I want to show him how much it meant to me,how much he means to me. I want him to know that when I said I loved him, it wasn’t just for a little while.
It was forever.
I pull him into the bathroom, stripping him out of his clothes on the way.
“What are you doing?” he asks again, but he isn’t fighting me on it. The only fight he puts up is his fingers pulling my shirt over my head. I make quick work of stripping the rest of the way, and take advantage of the fact that I booked us a suite, so there’s plenty of space when I shove him under the spray of water and instantly drop to my knees in front of him.
I draw his cock between my lips while he’s still only half hard, and my hands reach blindly for the soap as I suck him hard and fast until he hits the back of my throat and I can hear the low little moans punching out of his chest. His fingers thread through my hair, and he lets out another sharp gasp when I move my soap-slicked digits between his cheeks and start massaging his hole.
This is good. Fuck, it’s good to touch him, to taste him, to feel the way he’s trembling and ready to fall apart.
It’s even better now that those words have left my lips.
I love you—and it means that heknowsI’m doing this because I want to show him.
I love you—and it means that I’m the only one who is ever going to get to touch him like this again.
I love you—and it means the low gasp that tears from his throat when I press inside him and the way he whines my name is a song I get to hear for the rest of my life.
I fuck him slowly with my fingers, spreading the soap and thoroughly cleaning him while I take him to the back of my throat and swallow hard around him. Ranen nearly buckles under the touch, even though I’m being careful and making sure I don’t hurt him with only liquid soap for lube. He rocks his body back, fucking himself on my hand and pivoting his hips forward to dive into my mouth.
I love the way he’s bold—the way he’s taking what he wants. I love the way he holds on to me like I’m the only thing keeping him from flying apart.
Fuck, I love everything about him.
When he starts to shake above me, I pull back with a low groan and watch him nearly collapse against the shower wall. When his eyes flutter open, they narrow to slits.
“Why did you stop? I was almost—” His soft whine cuts off with a gasp when I lean forward, sucking one of his balls into my mouth and rolling it greedily before slapping his ass.
“Because I need to be inside you. I need to feel you coming on my cock, Ranen.”
Iseeit when his tip dribbles precum from my words alone, and I groan.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” I drag the shower head down and rinse him clean—I don’t want the taste of soap in my mouth, and I know I’m not going to be able to keep myself from tasting all of him. As soon as I’m done, I drag him into the bedroom and push him back against the sheets.
He looks up at me with wide eyes as I crawl on top of him, still dripping from the shower. “We don’t have any lube, but I can—”
“Let me take care of that.” I drop down between his legs and draw him back into my mouth. His back instantly arches off thebed, and the feeling of his cock pulsing and jerking against my tongue lets me know that this isn’t going to take very long. I delve my fingers back between his cheeks and tease his hole.
That slight pressure seems to push him over the edge, because he lets out a shout and comes in my mouth. I suck hard, drawing out every last drop, every twitch and whine from him that I can take, then I push his legs up and spread him wide, using my tongue and the way I’ve already worked him open to feed his cum into his sweet little ass, slicking his hole and spattering it against his cheeks.
A low groan tears out of Ranen’s throat, and he gasps when I let the rest of his spill dribble from between my lips and onto my fingers so I can use them to fuck it inside him. He whimpers, his hands threading through his hair and pulling as I peg his prostate over and over again until his already spent cock gives another jerk in front of me.
I’ll get another orgasm from him before I’m finished.
Once he’s slicked and soaked with his own pleasure on the inside, I crawl up the bed and slide the head of my cock between his cheeks.
“Fuck,” I whisper, pressing my mouth against his and reveling in the way he licks into it to taste himself on my tongue. “I love you, Ranen.”
I don’t think I can say it enough. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say it enough.
“I love you too.” He says it back, and it ends on another gasp when I thrust into him. He’s so fucking warm on the inside, and maybe it’s just my imagination, but he feels even better slicked with his own cum. I start slow, giving him a few seconds to adjust to me, but I can’t really contain myself. I can’tcontrolhow much I want him. The sight of the marks I left on him earlier, darker now that they’ve had time to properly bruise, is driving me crazy.
The way he says“I love you, North,”over and over in little punched-out breaths, is too much. I nearly bend him in half and drive into his worked hole, rolling my hips so the friction of our bodies works against his cock, already hard between us again.
“Give it to me again, Ranen.” I groan it and drop my head to his throat, biting at the muscle there and feeding on the low whine he lets out. I lick his pulse and nip at his jawline, then press my mouth to his. “Show me how much you love me, baby. Come for me again.”
And just like that, he can’t seem to hold himself back. Ranen comes with a shout, and a small burst of cum splatters against his torso as his body clenches around me.
