“That’s it,” I murmured, adding a second finger and scissoring gently. His back arched, and a broken moan escaped his lips. I moved up and kissed his shoulder, whispering words of encouragement into his salty skin. His body responded, relaxing further, and I slid a third finger into the heat of him.
Delaney writhed on the bed, hands gripping the sheets, hips moving in sync with my fingers. His cock was rock hard, leaking against his stomach, and his breath came in pants. “Touch me,” he begged. “Brewer?—”
“Not yet, baby. Fuck, you’re doing so well. You feel incredible.”
His slim body shuddered in response—whether from my words, or my fingers, or both—and he whimpered softly. I could feel him clenching around my fingers, his body eager for more.
And Jesus fuck, so was I.
I slowly withdrew my fingers, rolled on a condom with lightning speed, and slathered more lube over myself. I positioned myself at his entrance, taking one second to appreciate the heat radiating from him… then I pushed inside.
“Oh my fuck. Fuck.Fuck.” Delaney threw his head back, pushing into the mattress and arching his body as I filled him slowly and relentlessly.
When I finally bottomed out, I had to pause, letting us both adjust to the intensity of the moment.
Being this close to Delaney was overwhelming. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, the rise and fall of his breath syncing with mine.
Delaney, who was usually so prickly and opinionated, looked utterly undone beneath me, and I felt something fundamental shift inside me.
This was Delaney without his armor, without his need to control everything, proving that vulnerability didn’t equal weakness.
And it was the most breathtaking sight I’d ever seen.
His eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. A soft, almost shy smile played on his lips. “Brewer,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “Brewer.”
The way he said my name sent a jolt straight to my cock. I could already feel the heat building in my balls, the tension coiling in my gut. I began to move, each thrust deliberate and deep, hitting that spot inside him that made him gasp and writhe.
“Fuck, Delaney,” I panted against his neck. “You feel amazing.”
“Don’t stop,” he panted, his body tensing beneath me. “Oh God, right fucking there.”
I had no intention of stopping. Not when his body was taking me so perfectly, not when every thrust brought those incredible sounds from his throat, not when I could feel him tightening around me as he got closer to the edge.
His cock throbbed between us, leaking and desperate for release. I reached down, wrapping my hand around him, stroking him in time with my thrusts.
His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth fell open…
“Come for me, Delaney,” I growled low. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”
His body convulsed around me, his cock pulsing in my hand as he came, hot and hard, and the sight and feel of his release pushed me over the edge. My balls tightened, and with a groan, I came, shuddering hard, whispering Delaney’s name like a promise.
We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat. Every limb felt numb from exertion and the strength of my orgasm, but Delaney’s arms and legs wrapped around me, holding me in place, as though he didn’t want us to separate just yet.
I understood the feeling.
Neither did I.
Eventually, though, I did roll to the side, disposing of the condom and returning with a warm cloth to clean us. When we’d finished and I got back into bed, Delaney immediately turned to face me.
“Fuck, Brewer…” he started, then stopped like all words had failed him.
I chuckled, still boneless and breathless, and flopped onto my back. “Better than plumbing?”
He grinned. “Possibly, just thetiniestbit better,” he said with a return of his usual snark. “But we might have to practice more for me to really be sure.”
“Couldn’t agree more. Once you pick out a replacement vanity for the downstairs bath, you can do all the piping yourself. Plenty of practice?—”
Delaney poked my ribs, and I laughed before grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his lips.
