So he told me. And I gave it to him.
I hadn’t thought Orion could turn me on any more than he already did, but I was wrong. And I felt bad for Chapel if he was still in the next room, because things were getting loud in here. Orion, flexible thing that he was, lay on his back with one leg straight up and draped over my shoulder as I moved frantically against him. He’d procured lubricants and an anal plug, asking me if I’d insert it for him, and my hands shook as I complied, not from nerves, but from the sheer heights of arousal I experienced doing so. He said he’d be able to feel his climax inside and out like this, the plug inside him, me on top, both of us lubed up with me thrusting hard into his hands while he held our cocks together in a devastatingly tight grip.
It was sublime, and the bed was literally knocking against the wall as I rode the bliss, gripping Orion’s raised leg and thrusting against his slippery cock like a madman. I ate at his mouth and sucked his throat, all his whimpers and moans and begging sending me closer and closer to the edge. But I held off, determined to make this about him. It wasn’t easy. I was so close for so long, and it was fucking amazing, but I was leaking and afraid I’d lose it any minute. But then I felt him gush, and the sounds that followed were like a victory bell. He came so hard he nearly threw my body off him as he bucked and writhed.
With his climax, I got to witness what giving Orion exactly what he wanted did for him, and what it did for me. In the midst of his guttural cries and filthy expletives, he wheezed out the words, “Don’t stop needing me,” sending me crashing over the other side with him.
A short time later, after we’d both cleaned up and climbed back into the way-too-small bed, we lay on our sides, faces close, and now I felt shy. It wasn’t a bad shy, not uncomfortable exactly. I just felt incredibly close to him, and wasn’t sure words could describe it. So I just studied his face and twirled a lock of his hair around my finger.
He grinned suddenly. “Did you really go out to the fishpond in the dark that night?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes. Where did you go?”
“I was at the aquarium. The manager gave me a key so I can go at night when no one’s there.”
“I wish I’d found you that night.”
“No, you really don’t.”
I winced. I didn’t like thinking about how hurt and angry he was that night. The way his voice cracked on the beach when he shouted that we were done. “I’m gonna buy you a big huge aquarium, so you can have fish to commune with all the time.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. “How big?”
“As big as you want. Maybe in your shop once you open it.”
“Nah, I want one for home, where I can sit in the quiet at night and decompress. I’m gonna be so busy for the next few months, I think I’m gonna need it. I still want to do readings on the side. I need to keep my skills sharp. Keep it focused so I stay in control of my abilities.”
“Okay.”
“That’s when I really need the calm. After a psychic party where I read a lot of people, I usually go into the aquarium for an hour after, just to shake it off.”
“Then we’ll get one for home.”
“Can’t fit one in here. Chapel would flip.”
I paused. “Then when you move into a bigger place. Wherever that is.”
“Not your guest house,” he said.
I frowned. “Okay.”
“Not gonna ask me why?”
“I don’t want to pressure you to do anything. I want you to be happy.”
His brows pinched as he studied me. “I don’t wanna be your tenant. I wanna be your guy. Wanna feel like we’re working toward something.”
I smiled. “I want that too. I want to support you in whatever you do.”
He grinned. “As mine?”
“Yes.” I chuckled. “As yours.” I tickled his ribs and he laughed, pushing my hand away. “I mean it, I want to be there for you. Just keep being open and honest with me, okay?”
“You too. You ain’t exactly an open book either, Varley.”
“I know. But I’m going to do my best. I promise.”
He sat up, shifting on the mattress and sitting cross-legged. “I have to go to your dad’s on Sunday morning to do some yardwork. But later I’m going to Allard’s shop. It’s still a shoe store for now, but Allard said I could go down and take some measurements for when it’s mine.”
“Oh, that’s exciting.”
“Yeah. I’d like to knock down some of his old shelves and shit to make more room. I’ve already got a list of merchants ready to sell stuff there, but I’d like more, and I need to figure out how to maximize the space.”
“I can help you with that.”
He grinned. “Yeah? I was hoping you’d say that.”
“You want me to come with you?”
“You think you can help?”
“Of course. We can rework the entire space to give you more room. Maybe build some new shelving, strategically placed to open it up rather than get in the way.”
Orion smirked. “Will you wear your toolbelt and bring your nail gun?”
I chuckled. “How bout I just bring a tape measure for this mission. Don’t want to scare poor old Mr. Allard.”
“Deal! Jaz says I’m being too uptight about limiting merchandise to only Hillock Beach residents, but I don’t know. I wanna try to keep it all local. I showed him some pictures of an art fair I went to and he liked these hand carved windchimes, but I’d already written them off because the artist is from out of town.”
“And you want everything you sell to be from Hillock Beach creators. Because that’ll be kind of the theme of your shop.”
“Exactly, you get it.” His eyes shone with enthusiasm as he spoke, hands gesturing wildly. “Otherwise I’ll feel like I’m falling into that rut Claudette’s shop is in, just selling junk and novelties. I want to give local creators a proper showcase. We got plenty of talent right here in town.”
“Makes sense to me. My dad doesn’t get it?”
“Oh, he’s just worried I’m gonna drive myself into the grave trying to be a perfectionist. You know Jasper, he knows better about everything. He was all ‘Oh for crying out loud’ and ‘For heaven’s sake, Orion’ and said opening a store was gonna be hard enough without all my ‘self-imposed boundaries’.”
“It’s so weird hearing you imitate my dad, because you do it so well. I’m still getting used to this. You knowing him like I do.”
He grinned, thumb stroking my chin, then he slid down onto his side again, facing me. “Tell me something big about you I don’t know yet.”
I laughed.
“Don’t laugh at me. I wanna know stuff about you.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just I’m dull. Not many secrets here. Hope you’re not gonna get bored with me.”
“I won’t.”
“Well, you’re one of the only people who knows about my tree carvings.”
“I still want to sell those in my store. You said. If I made it happen, you’d let me.”
“That’s fine. All but one of them. I made one of my mother that I’m not selling. But you can have the rest.”