by Shane, Riley
Chapter Eight
Late Monday morning I’d just finished helping the Bellamys plan out their day hike, and—armed with directions and a few suggestions from me—they set off on their journey. Returning to the kitchen, I saw Devlin cleaning up. Sean and Carol Bellamy had asked us to join them for breakfast, and it’d been a delight. It was always fun for me when guests wanted to trade stories, and Sean and Carol had regaled us with tales of their travels around North America. Devlin looked up at my entrance.
“What are your plans for today?”
“I’ve got to clean the guest room, but after that, I thought I’d go for a run.” At five feet five inches tall with an average metabolism, my love of chocolate had long ago necessitated joining a gym or taking up an outdoor sport or two. Since Emerald Valley had a ton of excellent running/biking trails, I’d chosen the latter to stay healthy and somewhat close to my driver’s license weight.
He peered out the window. “It looks like it might rain. Weather forecaster said it was going to come down pretty hard tonight.”
I laughed. “Rain doesn’t prevent my feet from moving, even outdoors; you’ve been living in Southern California for far too long. Besides, it’s only a small storm, and it’s hours away yet. Care to join me on the North Trail? Or are you afraid you’ll melt?”
“Is that a challenge?”
“If you like.”
“It’s a good thing I packed my running gear, then.”
* * * *
The North Trail was “creatively” named for its location; it ran parallel to the river on the northern side. Across the river was the equally unimaginative South Trail. Naming conventions aside, the two trails were popular with runners and bikers alike. However, as it was a weekday—and still a bit too early in December for people to be on vacation—Devlin and I had the path mostly to ourselves.
“It’s beautiful out here,” Devlin commented as we ran.
Between the river running high to our left and the lush greenery to our right, I couldn’t disagree.
“It is. I’ve been running along this trail for so many years that I almost don’t notice the scenery anymore.”
“I’d forgotten.”
He waved at a passing family of bike riders, dodging the youngest, whose tricycle nearly took out his leg.
“My parents, Jon, and I would do family bike rides out here on Sundays when I was a kid.”
“I remember. My dad would take Bram and me to the park to feed the geese and ducks.”
“Not Vivi and Tara?”
“My sisters have been ‘too grown up’ for that for as long as I can remember. But he takes their kids when they come to visit. And as my brother has yet to outgrow getting a kick out of it, he goes to the pond whenever he visits as well.”
“Where is Bram hanging his hat these days?”
“New York. Everyone’s moved away but me.”
“Vivi and her family are still in DC?”
“Yeah, and Tara and her brood live in Washington State. That’s where my parents are now—Tara’s their last stop. They spent Thanksgiving with Bram in Manhattan, did some sightseeing on the East Coast, then headed over to spend a few days in DC with Vivi’s crew before coming back to the Pacific Northwest. They’ll be home in a couple of days, but with everyone being so spread out and busy, we couldn’t manage a family holiday this year.” I tried to sound nonchalant, but Devlin wasn’t fooled.
“You miss it. Having a big holiday gathering.”
“I do, but Bram only had two days free around Thanksgiving, which is why my parents went to see him then. And since Hanukkah’s really only a big holiday for children, at least the way we celebrate it, it stands to reason my parents would want to be with their grandchildren.”
“Only for children?”
I blushed, remembering our agreement. “Well, not the way you celebrate it, but for the most part.”
“I imagine my parents will go nuts next year,” Devlin said. “As it is, they’ve got some ‘just in case’ presents stashed away.”
“‘Just in case presents’?”
“In case Baby Levi decides to arrive before the holiday ends. Jon and Leah don’t know, but my dad let it slip to me.”
It was just like his parents to do that. “I think it’s lovely.”
We moved to the side of the path to let a group of cyclists pass.
“I miss biking,” he murmured.
“I’m sure they have biking trails in LA.”
He shrugged. “They do, but I don’t own a bike anymore. Besides, with the way my schedule usually is, it’s far easier to simply have a membership to a twenty-four-hour gym. When I come up here, I get a guest pass for the gym Jon goes to.”
“It’s a small price to pay, isn’t it, in exchange for getting to do what you love?” For a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to answer me, but then he merely shook his head and changed the topic.
“Fork in the trail up ahead. Which way do you want to go?”
Rather than give in to the urge to press him for answers, I pointed to the right. “Far fewer bicyclists on this one. It’s generally pretty empty, and there’s a picnic bench we can stop and have a rest at before turning around.”
Wordlessly, he followed me. I worried I might have hit a nerve somehow, yet I wasn’t certain what it was I’d said. We spent the rest of the run in fairly companionable silence, but I knew something was weighing on his mind. I thought about pressing him for answers, but I was hesitant to bring up his life in California again. Maybe it was selfish, but I wanted to forget he was going to leave again. Putting aside cold reality for a day or two more couldn’t hurt. Could it?
* * * *
After lighting candles and having dinner that night, Devlin and I sat in the living room and chatted with the Bellamys, laughing over the tales of their adventures—and misadventures—earlier in the day.
It was late by the time I saw the Bellamys off to bed. Despite the hour, Devlin excused himself to make some business-related calls. I’d brought my menorah to the living room earlier, since we’d been downstairs for the evening. The candles had long since gutted out, so I left the hanukiah there for the night.
Peeking out the window, I saw Devlin sitting on the back porch, still on his phone. I rapped once and pointed up when he looked my way. Once in my apartment, I grabbed my remaining three “presents” out of my bedroom closet and set them on my coffee table to study. Two nights before, I’d known which one I’d wanted to start with. Tonight, however, I wasn’t sure.
I stared at the three wrapped packages. I knew which one was which, I just couldn’t choose what fantasy Devlin and I would try next. The one on the left, I finally decided. It was something Devlin had suggested a couple of times in the past, and each time, I hadn’t been ready. I still wasn’t sure if I’d ever want to go all the way with this, but tonight would be a step. It was a fantasy I’d picked perhaps more for him than myself, much as he’d done for me with our play the night before. Which wasn’t to say I wasn’t intrigued by what I’d purchased; Devlin knew me too well to let me go through with this if I wasn’t into it, which meant there was no point in trying to slide anything by him, even if I were inclined to do so.
The apartment door opened and closed, and I smiled as Devlin practically jogged into the bedroom. He was so intent on his mission to get laid that he didn’t even see he’d run right by me.
Ten seconds later, he was back in the living room, scowling.
I couldn’t help it; I laughed long and hard. Finally, I managed to sputter, “Eager much?”
“Do you know how hard it was to try and concentrate on the call I was making while knowing you were up here, waiting to give me something that will probably drive me out of my mind?”
“Poor baby.” I grabbed him by the shirtfront and hauled his six feet of unresisting muscle to me. I got up on my toes and kissed him deeply, then started working on his belt. Once it was undone, I attacked the button and zipper, not releasing his mouth until
I was able to work my hand inside his jeans and beneath his underwear. His cock overflowed my hand, hard and hot and ready to go. I squeezed him, gave him a few quick strokes, then released his erection and shoved at his chest.
It took a couple of pushes before he took the hint, turned around, and sank down on the couch. I went to my knees and knelt over him, letting a few loose strands of my hair tease the tip of his cock until he writhed beneath me. Mission accomplished, I brushed the dark brown waves back behind my ears and took him into my mouth. His hips arched up, and I leaned with my hands on his thighs to keep him still. I took him as deep as I could, letting his cock bump the back of my throat before I hollowed my cheeks and pulled back to just the head. The taste of him was familiar, delicious. To please myself, I took my time lapping at the tip of his cock. My pussy spasmed with the need to be filled, and I had to fight the urge to slip my hand between my thighs.
Focus. I wanted to draw out the pleasure for both Devlin and myself.
In a rhythm I knew drove him mad, I dipped and sucked and retreated over and over, pausing only to play with the salty, slick slit at the tip.
When I lifted my head, he threaded his fingers through my hair. Knowing he was about to try something, I dug my nails into his legs. He got the message, so I took pity on him and ran my tongue around the sensitive skin under the head before I blindly reached behind me and grabbed the package I wanted.
“Open it,” I demanded before blowing lightly on the tip of his cock.
His shaft jerked, spilling a bit of precum, and I lapped it up while Devlin tore through the wrapping paper. More precum spurted across my tongue when he opened the gift and got a look at what was inside.
“Please tell me this is for you.”
The small blue butt plug was new and ready to use, and I had already put the accompanying lube and a condom in the box with it. Let no one say I was embarking on this experience unprepared.
I’d planned on teasing him, but my panties were soaked through and I was having a difficult time pulling my libido back from the edge.
Deep breaths. I rested my head on his thigh for a moment, pulling myself together, before answering him.
“It’s for you”—okay, I had to tease him a little bit—“to put inside me. I want it in my ass while you take my pussy.” He took a long, slow, measured breath. Released it.
“Have you done this before?”
I shook my head. “Never. So…”
“I’ll go slow,” he promised. He patted the couch cushion beside him. “Strip.”
I pursed my lips, pretending to consider it. “You first.”
Devlin whipped his shirt over his head and toed his shoes and socks off before he pulled his underwear and jeans off in record time. As he did so, I stood and shamelessly admired his body. Good genetics, discipline, and an innate dislike of standing still all combined to make one mouthwatering package.
“Are you just going to stare at me?”
“I might. There’s a lot to look at.” Though I’m sure he’d long known how much I lusted after his body, he preened a bit. I had to giggle.
“Hey, no laughing at a guy while he’s naked. It’s the law.”
“If you’re about to make a bad joke about strip-searching me, I’ll keep my clothes on.”
That shut him up quickly enough. His stare was laser sharp when I began to pull off my top, so I slowed my movements, teased him as I drew out the process. The heat in his gaze when I stood bare before him made me want to do a bit of preening of my own.
“Get up here,” he said hoarsely.
I climbed onto the couch and sat beside him. He bit the inside of his cheek, containing the laugh I could see he wanted to let out. Even I had to mentally roll my eyes at myself for sitting in a position that would get us nowhere.
“Hands and knees, Naya. Take my cock into your mouth while I get you ready.”
Since he hadn’t laughed, I didn’t take exception to his assuming he would get to control this fantasy. Instead, I followed his directions and took him deep once more. I heard the flick of the lube bottle opening and tensed, but Devlin only smoothed his hands over my cheeks. I tried to concentrate on what I was doing and even managed to do so somewhat, until Devlin slid his slick fingers down my crack. Even though I’d been anticipating it, I startled. I lifted my head.
“Suck me. I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Damn if hearing his sharp command didn’t make me a bit wetter.
Lowering my head back into his lap, I traced my tongue around the head of his cock. This time, I didn’t startle when his fingers slipped down the crevice between my ass cheeks and touched the opening there. He rubbed his slick finger over my hole, adding the slightest bit of pressure with each pass but never entering. Then he left it entirely and, with his other hand, began to toy with my clit. I drew hard on his cock in response and heard his harsh exhalation.
His balls were drawn up tight, and I knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. I doubled my efforts, and he increased the pressure on my clit. Before I could guess at his intent, he slowly breached my back entrance with one long finger. I groaned at the sharp bite of pleasure, and the reverberations down his cock set Devlin off. His cum filled my mouth, and I swallowed hurriedly, taking it all until he was spent.
I released him and rested my head on his thigh. We were both panting, and his finger was still wedged deep inside me. The burn of entry had become a dull throb, and when he moved his finger, I gasped. Biting my lip, I pushed back as a second lubricated digit joined the first, stretching me wider, preparing me for more.
Devlin’s hand on my clit began to stroke once more, adding layers of sensation to my fast-overloading system. He scissored his fingers, widening me more, and I dug my hands into the couch. The hand he had on my clit slipped farther down until he plunged his fingers into my core, filling me on both sides in a hint of what was to come. I clenched down on both fingers, unsure if I could take it but too turned on to stop.
Then his fingers were gone, and I cried out. Where before I’d been too full, now I was too empty. But I didn’t stay that way for long. Slick silicone pressed my back entrance, and I had to force myself to go against instinct and push back into it. The plug that had looked so small and innocent felt huge inside me, but I took it all until Devlin secured the base.
Dazed, I raised my head and looked at his cock, already hard once more and far, far too big for my peace of mind. Logically, I knew I could take both. At the moment, though, it seemed an impossibility.
Devlin lifted me up and turned me toward him, and I automatically straddled his lap. The movement altered the feel of the plug, and, surprised at the feeling, I dug my nails into Devlin’s chest, marking him.
“Kiss me, Naya,” he ordered, and I eagerly complied.
The taste of him was as familiar as the plug was alien. Warring sensations, need and uncertainty, clashed inside me, until his dick stroked against my clit. Lust ruled me then, and I rubbed up against him like a cat.
Reaching between us, Devlin teased my clit, adding fuel to the fire, building me up until I would do anything to come. I cried out when he left my core to sheath his erection with the condom.
Once covered, he ordered, “Take me.”
This was it. I had to take the last step; Devlin would refuse to do it for me.
Rising up slightly, I angled myself over his cock and slowly sank down. My head fell back on a silent groan as I took him to the hilt. There didn’t seem to be enough air in the room. The scent of sex filled my lungs, thick and heavy.
No room. There was no room to breathe, to move. Every inch of me was filled with Devlin.
“Naya. Naya.” Devlin’s sharp tone snapped me back to reality.
I raised my head and stared dazedly at him. His hand gripped the back of my head, and he forced my attention back to us, to the moment.
“Breathe,” he commanded, and I did, sucking in air and coming back to myself.
The sensation of being filled compl
etely at both ends came into sharp focus. Devlin held me steady, not moving, while I adjusted. For a moment, I didn’t think I could move, but then the ache in my core drove me to lift up, sink back down.
Bracing my hands on his shoulders for balance, I repeated the motion again and again until I fell into a rhythm that made those whiskey-brown eyes of his go molten with heat. I kept my gaze trained on his, though my eyes wanted to close. I wanted to make Devlin lose it first, but everything in me was strung tight, and I didn’t know if I would last. My inner muscles clamped down on his cock and the plug, and I felt every inch of both.
Devlin gave a hoarse shout, and I saw his eyes darken with release a second before I shattered. I broke eye contact and buried my face in his shoulder, clinging to him as tightly as I could until we were both spent.
As much as I didn’t want to move from Devlin’s lap, I didn’t resist when he lifted me up and into his arms. He carried me into the bedroom, where he laid me on the bed and gently pulled the plug out from my ass. My body felt slightly sore and strangely empty, but I didn’t have the energy for another round.
Devlin cleaned us both up with some damp washcloths, and I was grateful enough that I didn’t wince when he tossed the washcloths in the bathroom sink rather than hang them up to dry. As ruthlessly organized as the man was in the kitchen—and anywhere else related to his profession—he was messy as hell when it came to everyday stuff like towels and clothes.
“What’re you smiling about?” Devlin asked as he climbed into bed and pulled the covers up over us.
“You’re a slob.”
“And that makes you happy?”
I propped my head up on my hand and studied him. “It used to drive me crazy, tripping over shoes, wet towels on the floor. Now”—I shrugged—“I don’t know. I appreciate your flaws.” I could tell he thought I’d boarded the crazy train.
“You like my flaws,” he said slowly. “Thank you?”
