He’s all mine now. Mine to love and to cherish. Mine to go to sleep and wake up next to. Mine to lay claim to both in public and in private. Mine, mine, mine.
“You know you’re growling mine over and over, right?” he asks breathlessly.
“That’s because that’s what you are.” I nip at the skin just below his belly button, and he whimpers, his cock jerking against my chin. “But don’t worry, I’m yours too.”
His erection is scorching hot as I press my lips against the head, the salty flavor of his precum clinging to my lips when I pull back. I wrap my hand around his base and stroke him slowly, greedily lapping up the fresh beads of precum that form on his slit and then wrapping my lips around him and taking him into my mouth.
I trace his thick veins with my tongue as I bob my head, taking him deep over and over, getting drunk on the sounds he makes every time I swallow him into my throat. I can feel the pulsing of his arousal against my tongue, his balls already tight against his body, his breathing rough and fast as quiet pleas fall from his lips. Whether he’s begging me to make him come or stop before he does, I’m not sure he even knows.
I pull off his cock, and he whimpers.
“I want you inside me.”
“Fuck yes,” he agrees, his voice full of gravely desire.
He reaches for the nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom and the bottle of lube.
“No condom,” I say, the thought of having him bare suddenly almost too much in all the right ways.
Ev lifts his eyebrows. “You sure?”
“Extremely.” I roll off of him, wrapping a hand around the base of my cock and stroking myself. “And don’t you dare take your time prepping me. I need you now.”
He opens the bottle of lube and squirts some onto his fingers. “Hush, I’m not going to rush things and hurt you.”
Ev parts my legs and crawls between them, dipping his slippery fingers into the crease of my ass, and catches my moan with his mouth as he teases my hole. His tongue finds mine, tangling together, his hard cock bumping against the inside of my thigh as he eases two fingers inside me at once.
“Ungh,” I groan around his tongue, my cock aching to be touched, my whole body sizzling with the desperate need for Ev to fuck me.
His knuckles tug at my rim as he works his fingers in and out, angling them until he hits that sweet spot inside me, and my whole body arches off the bed.
“Please, please, please. Fuck, Ev, I want to come with your cock in me.” I dig my fingers into his shoulder blades as he drags his fingers over my prostate a second time, making my cock jerk, precum dripping against my belly.
He moans against my mouth and then pulls his fingers out, grabbing the lube one more time and coating his cock. He shuffles forward, lining the thick head of his cock up with my hole while I wrap my legs around him.
This time I can see his face, feral lust and tender adoration shining in his eyes as he sinks inside me, stretching me, filling me, splitting me open in the best way.
“Yessss,” I hiss, clenching around him to amplify the delicious feeling of fullness.
A broken sob tears from his chest, and he kisses me savagely, thrusting so deep I can feel his balls pressed against my ass, his hips completely flush against my body, both our bodies trembling as we slide our lips and tongues together in a frenzy. I tug at his hair, drag my fingers over his skin, bite at his mouth, helplessly thrust up against him in a desperate bid for more.
Ev pulls out and thrusts back in, his entire length dragging against my prostate and sending sparks of pleasure through me. Our sweat-drenched skin slides against each other, our mouths clashing, our breathing ragged, the slap of every thrust echoing through the room.
“I need you. I love you. Fuck, you feel so incredible,” he pants, pressing his forehead against mine as he fucks me, our noses bumping, our breath mingling.
“Yes,” I groan in agreement, reaching between us to fist my erection. He ruts into me, faster and harder, our kisses growing wilder as the heat between us builds.
“Wats,” he groans my name as his cock swells inside me. I can feel it start to pulse and then the heat of his cum as he spills inside me. His thrusts stutter, and I stroke myself faster, following him over the edge with a shout, my ass clenching around him as my cum splashes against our skin and trickles down my hand.
“Fuck,” I gasp, stroking myself through my orgasm.
Ev sags against me, his cock still inside me but starting to soften as he presses a gentle kiss to my lips this time.
“I love you,” he says for the millionth time, and I’m pretty sure I’m never going to get tired of hearing those words from his lips.
“I love you too,” I murmur, sipping at his lips in slow, drugged kisses, our bodies both starting to settle, our breathing returning to normal. I can easily say there has never been a happier moment in my entire life.
Chapter 27
Everett
“Ready for this?” Watson checks, squeezing my hand as we stand on Val’s doorstep. Big wet snowflakes fall all around us, sticking to our coats and hair.
“More than ready,” I assure him. “This is overdue.”
“Better late than never,” he reasons with a shrug. “Now knock, I’m freezing my butt off.”
“Can’t have that, your butt is way too cute.” I reach over and playfully pinch his ass cheek, making him squeal. Then, I raise my fist and knock on the door. It only takes a few seconds before the pitter patter of little feet can be heard on the other side of the door.
The door swings open and Livi greets me with a huge smile. “It took you so long to get here. I’m starving,” she complains, reaching for my free hand to hurry me inside.
“I had to stop on the way,” I say, gesturing to Watson.
“Hi, Livi,” Watson says with a smile.
“Hi. Are you here to have dinner with us?” she asks Watson as we kick the snow off our shoes and take them off.
“I am,” he answers, looking to me for guidance. I’ve spent a lot of time over the past week talking to both Val and Watson about how I should approach things with Livi, and we all agreed that being direct would be best, and then to answer any questions she might have about it.
“Liv, there’s something I want to talk to you about before we have dinner,” I say. “Why don’t we go sit down.”
“Am I in trouble?” she asks suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at me.
“You’re not in trouble,” I assure her with a chuckle. We head down the hallway toward the kitchen where Val and Jeff are working on dinner.
“Hi,” Val says. Her eyes land on Watson, and there’s an awkward moment of silence that hangs in the air before she sets down the knife she’s using to chop vegetables and hurries around the counter, pulling him into a hug. “I’m so glad you came.”
He looks stunned, his eyes widening as he pats her back gingerly and looks to me for help.
“Let’s not scare him away so quickly,” I suggest, pulling her off my boyfriend and stealing a hug of my own from her.
“Dinner should be ready in about five minutes,” she says when I let her go.
“Great. Livi, come sit down for a second.” I pull out a chair for her at the table and then go to sit on the other side. Watson hangs back, and I shoot him a grateful smile. “You know how I told you Mr. Black and I are friends?” She nods. “Well, actually, he’s my boyfriend.”