His brow puckered. “It doesn’t go to waste.”
“Who eats it?”
“Gian takes it to a local food bank.”
“You don’t believe in economizing, do you?”
“I do, just not with food that can serve a purpose elsewhere.”
I frowned at his wording, which made me wonder if he did it intentionally. That’d be nuts, but Devlin wasn’t exactly normal, was he?
“Okay, so why might I think you’re crazy?”
His smile was sheepish. “I’d like to cook for you. A proper meal.”
My eyes flared wide at that, and something inside me sighed. Something that was right where the heat in my chest had taken root.
“Really?” I rasped.
He nodded. “Do you mind? Are you hungry? It will take me a while.”
“Can I help?”
“Do you want to?”
I grinned. “Lead the way.”
Which was how, even after a long ass, tiring day, we made fresh gnocchi and homemade pesto together.
I learned that if I kept his hands busy, it freed his mind from any constraints that made him stutter during our conversations, and I saw that, even if he didn’t do it often, cooking was something he enjoyed.
Tonight wasn’t the date I’d expected, but I should have realized that no date would ever be predictable where Devlin was concerned.
It was time I started celebrating that instead of worrying about it.
Yet when he asked me to stay over, I wasn’t sure why, but I refused. I kissed him goodnight with all the passion he stirred in me, so he knew I wasn’t rejecting him, and while the fact I wanted to fuck him was a given, I also wanted to spend time with him.
Which, tonight? With that warmth in my chest, felt more important than anything else.
Seventeen
Devlin
Two days later
“Oh fuck,” he rasped, his hands tight in my hair as he held me down, not letting me escape. Not letting me do much else than swallow his cock.
I groaned around his shaft, my fingers slipping and sliding as I tried to unfasten my zipper, and I hissed out a guttural sigh that had to send exquisite sensations down his dick as I grabbed my shaft.
Slick with pre-cum, it was easy to jack off, but when he started to pull my hair, tug on it to make me do as he wished, I let him do as he wanted. Loving his confidence and adoring that he wasn’t afraid to take what was his.
Deepthroating had never been something I appreciated, but with Micah, I loved it. I loved the feeling of letting go, of freedom. I felt like I was liberated and restrained all at once.
My phone started ringing, but I ignored it. Uncaring that it might be Lizzie or some business associate. I just needed to taste his cum. Needed to feel it spurting down my throat.
After a shit day, where I felt like death warmed up, I needed this. Needed him. And here he was.
Thank fuck.
With one hand on my cock, the other slipping around his balls, I started to toy with them, rubbing them against one another, teasing him even as I sought to drive him higher. His body started to shake, trembling before he began to rock his hips, thrusting up, shoving his cock deeper down my throat, harder, faster, until my eyes watered with the sting, until my gag reflex began to protest, but finally, he exploded.
The low groan sent tingles down my spine, and I knew I’d come if I wasn’t careful. Having him use my mouth shot me high, and I moaned, mumbling around his dick as he carried on rocking into me, eking out the final moments of pleasure.
When he let go of me, he slouched back in my chair whereas I surged to my feet and dragged him forward. Positioning him so he was bent over my desk, I leaned down as I spread his ass cheeks apart and tongued him there.
He rocked up onto tiptoe, a lusty sigh escaping him, one that was redolent with remembered delight, and as I tasted him, I moved down, taking one of his balls into my mouth, nipping him gently before I straightened up.
I wanted this cherry of his, more than I’d wanted anything in my fucking life.
Reaching into my desk drawer where a new bottle of lube was stored, I coated myself liberally with it, then squirted some against his ass. Shoving my thumb into his pucker, I watched as he stayed on his tiptoe, his hands plastered against the leather work surface of my desk as he arched his pelvis at my touch.
“You okay with me not using a condom?”
He groaned. “Fuck, yeah. Please.”
My eyes nearly rolled back in my head at the need in his tone. He was so fucking hungry for me…
Clenching my jaw, I pressed the tip of my dick into his ass, I grunted as the exquisite tightness, the delicious heat of him caressed me as I thrust into him until I was, quite literally, bottoming out.
A ragged groan escaped me as my head rocked back at the beautiful sensation of him all around me, before I felt him start to fuck me, taking control from me as he pushed back and forth, helping me fuck him. Helping himself as I felt his channel clench down around me. Pressing down on his lower back, I leaned over him, sliding my hands over his and slotting my fingers between his own, before I took over.
I fucked him hard, taking what I needed, giving him what I wanted, what’d I’d craved all day.
He let out soft moans that fucked with my head, gentle groans that made me want to kiss him so I could swallow them whole.
Here, when I was inside him or he was inside me, everything made fucking sense.
It was only every other moment where I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. I’d been insane to wait until today to make him mine again—absolutely crazy. After a short text conversation at the end of a crappy day, I’d invited him up here when Sadie had quit for the day, and I’d made good on my promise from the ‘cronut’ incident.
My thrusts grew short and choppy as I ground my cock into him, rubbing against his prostate had him crying out once more, and I could feel his hard on—the joys of youth—when I leaned down and reached around him.
His cock was slick from my spit, so I jacked him off in time to my brisk thrusts, loving when he cried out with his second orgasm because his impossibly tight ass morphed into a fucking vise as he clamped down around me.
I saw bloody stars as I exploded into him, my cum pelting his insides like a geyser as I let off the day’s tensions in his ass.
My fingers moved to the taut muscles of his glutes, and I shaped them, digging the tips of my fingers in as I enjoyed the view of my dick, pulsing red with blood, close to purple in the aftermath of my orgasm, against the cream of his skin.
I rocked into him a few more times just because it was so delicious, just because I could, then I pulled back, watching as my cum started to trickle out, making my throbbing cock look even darker with the white purity of my seed coating me.
Clenching my jaw at the sight, I pulled out fully, keeping his asscheeks apart as I watched the show, and because I couldn’t stop myself, I reached down and tongued him there again, flicking the tip inside, loving his choked cry as I carried on teasing us both.
When I was done, when every drop was eaten, I pulled back, satisfied, and stared at the wet patch that dripped from my desk.
I loved cum. Always had. The visuals, the feel of it, the taste of it. Bliss.
If he’d been submissive, I’d have made him lick that up, but he wasn’t. I liked his temperament. Oddly aggressive when needs be, willing to bend over when I urged him to.