by Ily Jacks
“Adam didn’t have pets growing up,” I tell Eric before stealing the basketball and going for a shot. “Your old man still has it,” I announce when the ball falls dead center in the hoop.
Eric swipes the ball and reveals a few moves that make me think he’ll go out for the basketball team in middle school. The very thought of having a baby is insane when I have two kids who spend their time thinking about dating and college.
After Eric and I play one-on-one for ten minutes—and he kicks my ass—I’m relieved to see Adam approaching with a tired Abbott shuffling behind.
His blue eyes flash to Eric and then back to me. Since he clearly needs reassurance, I give him a wink. His smile in response is damn glorious, and I imagine if he wanted a kid that I’d never have the will to tell him no.
9
♂◈ Adam ◈♂
Declan catches the eye of several women as we walk through the steakhouse. He stands over every other man and exudes the kind of natural power I’ve rarely seen in my life. I can imagine him making quick work of Leto if the asshole ever showed up in Haystack. Picturing Declan’s fist making a mess of Leto’s face, I find myself smiling.
His fingers skim my throat once we sit down and he notices my smile. “What?”
“My life got great really fast, and it’s hitting me right now.”
Declan’s rich brown eyes smolder, and I wonder how hard he would kiss me if we were alone at the apartment. I sense he’d need to taste more than only my lips. Each night when we make out on the couch, Declan craves more and more. I never want him to stop and nearly beg him to let us enjoy what we both desire.
“Not yet,” he mumbles every night.
Based on the look on his face as we wait to order, I can’t help thinking he might let me go further tonight. He has the smile of a man aching for more.
“How good a steak can I order?” Declan asks after the waitress brings our beers.
Thinking of the cash in my pocket and having studied the menu, I smirk. “Mid-level good.”
“Well, my customers sure tip you well. I wouldn’t tell Molly that or she’ll hold a grudge.”
“She rarely smiles,” I say, thinking of the older waitress who complains more than compliments customers. “It’s not a secret on how to get decent tips.”
“You’re good with people,” he says, tapping the top of my hand. “When you’re thinking long-term job choices, be sure to remember that skill.”
“Sometimes, you sound like you’re my parent. Well, what I assume my parent would sound like.”
“I talk to everyone like that,” Declan says, waving off my comment. “Molly is twenty years my senior and I talk to her like she’s my kid. I can’t help it.”
“I never noticed you like that with anyone else.”
“Then you weren’t paying attention.”
“All right.”
Declan grins. “I never think of you as my kid. If I sound like your daddy when I boss you around, that’s on you, not me.”
“My daddy was a handsome motherfucker,” I say and then shrug. “Or so I heard.”
“You’re a handsome motherfucker, so I’d guess you had good-looking parents. I wonder who gave you those gorgeous eyes.”
I shake my head as if the gesture will hide my flushed cheeks. Declan’s lack of control tonight sends a fever over my skin. I imagine getting his shirt off and nuzzling my face in his thick, dark hairs.
“I’ve never gone on a date where I didn’t have to pay,” Declan says after we order mid-priced meals.
“I like being your first.”
My words hold more meaning than simple dinner plans. Declan knows it too. With his gaze locked on mine, I can almost feel him touching me. I taste his tongue probing mine. Instantly, my cock thickens at the promise of feeling his flesh sliding against mine.
“Later,” Declan says and leans back with a satisfied grin. “I’m old-fashioned and believe if a man pays for dinner, he ought to receive a reward.”
Grinning like crazy, I cover my mouth to keep from looking like a fool. Declan reaches across the table to pull away my hand.
“I want to see you smile.”
His possessive voice demands my obedience, so I smile unashamed.
“I can’t imagine how different my life might be tonight if I hadn’t tried robbing you,” I whisper once our food arrives.
Declan chuckles in his deep voice. “You were so pathetic that night. Yet gorgeous enough for me to see past the drenched clothes and battered face.”
“You were a terrifying god climbing off that Harley. When I jack off in the shower every morning, that’s the memory I begin with.”
“What do you think about after that?” he asks, leaning closer.
“The first time your cum coated my throat.”
“Shit,” Declan groans and adjusts his jeans. “I shouldn’t have started this when I have no outlet for my hard-on.”
“Later, I’ll seduce you into letting me be the outlet.”
“Crap,” he mutters, looking pissed. “Stop before I jizz in my jeans. I’m not kidding either.”
Laughing at his discomfort, I reek of pride from knowing I make this powerful man a slave to his lust for me.
♂◈ Declan ◈♂
Adam’s pouty lips taunt me throughout dinner, begging to be kissed, nibbled, and sucked. I can barely keep from climbing over the table and creating a scene. Every time Adam smiles, he pushes me closer to the edge.
Eric’s acceptance of my relationship with Adam lifted a huge concern off my shoulders. Then Emma came by the restaurant to meet my boyfriend. She asked him questions about his taste in music, movies, and TV shows plus if my snoring bothered him. Adam smiled through her inquisition and answered everything without showing even a hint of worry I knew he was feeling.
With my kids on board, I’d started making big moves. Though I haven’t told Adam yet, I informed Shiv that I was bringing my boyfriend to the club’s upcoming autumn festival at the VFW hall. Rather than complain or agree to my announcement, Shiv just grunted and said the cold was bothering his knees.
Unable to hide my feelings for Adam any longer, I’m willing to challenge the club’s expectations. If that means my brothers turn their backs on me, fuck them. I’m too old to live my life for anyone besides me. Without a doubt, Adam is who I need.
As good as the steak tastes, I crave Adam’s lips more. As soon as we step outside and he smiles proudly at paying the bill, I’m against him. My lips cover his, claiming that pouty smile
Adam doesn’t hesitate. He teased me all through dinner, so my hunger doesn’t come as a surprise. He doesn’t even flinch when I grab him closer, wanting more. We’re in the dark parking lot, kissing like horny teen boys.
“I need to get my jeans off before they kill me,” I groan and step back. “Let’s get back to the apartment.”
Adam’s half-grin reeks of a man who knows he has someone wrapped around his little finger.
Those fingers tease my chest the entire ride to the apartment. When he pinches my nipples at a light, I struggle between the urge to concentrate and a stronger urge to fuck him right here in the street.
Adam lifts himself up to whisper in my ear, “I bought lots of lube for a night like this one.”
My erection nearly tears free of my jeans, and the wet spot from my pre-cum widens.
“You’re killing me,” I groan before hitting the gas as soon as the light turns green.
Minutes later, I shut the apartment door. Immediately, we struggle to undress each other. I can’t think straight. My mouth devours his, sucking at his hot tongue and craving the feel of it against my cock.
Cupping his face, I stare into his gloriously blue eyes and ask, “Will you suck me?”
Adam reveals a smile I can’t imagine going a lifetime without seeing. His touch weakens me, stealing my cold exterior I show everyone else. Only Adam knows this side of me, and tonight, I’m desperate to show him more.
♂◈ Adam ◈
♂
Declan nearly comes out of his skin by the time I take the base of his cock in my hand and lick the red, wet head. I look up at his face and find him stuck between pain and pleasure. Gritting his teeth, Declan exhales roughly when I tease his slit with my tongue.
“Look at me,” I say in a commanding voice.
Declan’s dark eyes find my face, and they beg me to soothe his painful erection.
“I want this,” I tell him. “I’m not saying yes because I owe you anything. I love you, Declan, and this is what people do when they’re in love. Do you understand?”
His fingers caress my cheek before sliding into my hair. Giving me a soft smile, he says in a rough whisper, “I love you too.”
“I’m going to make you come, and then you’re taking me into your bedroom and fucking me. Do you understand?”
My voice demands obedience despite my heart racing with fear at Declan’s reaction.
“I’m saying yes.”
Smiling at his wording, I cup his balls and give them a possessive squeeze. Declan inhales sharply, wanting relief I will provide after a little, loving teasing.
My tongue circles his angry, mushroom cap, licking up the drops of pre-cum. Declan closes his eyes and leans his head back against the wall. His expression is close to agony when I finally slide the head of his cock deep into my mouth, sucking at the hard flesh. Fisting the base of his cock with one hand, I fondle his balls with my other.
Declan grips my hair, guiding his massive cock deeper, wanting my lips to own every inch he offers. I’m too aroused to gag. I only wish I had a third hand so I could stroke my erection while getting Declan off. My time will come soon enough.
The animalistic moan Declan lets out when he comes is like nothing I’ve ever heard. He releases my hair and uses both hands to cover his face. Legs shaking, he comes and comes until I think I’ll drown in all his pent-up desire.
Yet I keep up with his thrusts and the sticky seed pouring out of him. I want Declan so spent that he’ll remain unrestrained from his old way of thinking.
This man is mine. Tonight, I plan to make him come apart.
♂◈ Declan ◈♂
Coming so hard I see stars; I can’t imagine my body craving sex again soon. The sight of Adam licking my cum from his lips changes my mind. I want more as soon as possible, but first I need to do something about the erection pressed against Adam’s stomach.
“Let me suck you now,” I say, but he shakes his head and stands up.
“Go to your room and wait for me.”
Frowning at his dominating tone, I consider taking control. Except with sex, Adam is the one with the power. My experience with running a business, being married, having kids, paying taxes—none of that matters right now. I know what I want to happen, but he’s the one who knows how to make it happen.
Obeying him, I strip out of the rest of my clothes on the way to the bedroom.
Sitting on the mattress, I realize I’ve never invited Adam in here. We have our separate spaces, and I rarely enter his room either. I like my privacy, but now I feel like a fool to have kept Adam away from me in any way.
He enters the room, and my gaze immediately feasts on his body’s hard curves before focusing on a cock dying for my lips.
“Can I suck you now?” I ask, sounding more submissive than I feel. “Make us even.”
“Screw even. Fairness and fucking don’t go hand in hand.”
“Then what?”
Adam stops a few feet away and scans my room. “I’ve wanted in here for weeks. Every night, I dreamed of you fucking me right here on your bed. Are you ready?”
I sit on the bed with my dick resting limply on my thigh. No way is it ready to fuck anyone.
Holding my gaze, Adam flips open the top of the lubricant and squirts a sizable amount in the palm of his hand. Leaning forward, his lips caress mine, and I instantly meet them with need.
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers while his slick hand strokes my cock. “I want you inside me. I’ve thought of you fucking me since you kissed me. Will you give me what I want?”
I stare into his beautiful eyes and submit to the demand I see in them. Giving Adam the power, I cup his face and nod. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
When Adam smiles, I have no doubt he loves me. He tosses the lube on the bed and gives me a reassuring kiss. Guiding me, he has us change positions. Adam sits on the bed stroking his cock with one hand and mine with the other.
As our lips part, he releases our cocks and reaches for the lube. I watch him recline and rest his feet on the edge of the bed. In his new position, I have an amazing view of Adam’s cock, balls, and the sweet asshole I’ve only dreamed about.
A shiver runs through me, replacing my anxiety with a demanding desire to fuck. I don’t take from Adam. I leave him to guide me, but any concerns about my dick not cooperating are long gone.
♂◈ Adam ◈♂
Declan’s slick fingers carefully probe my asshole. My hand works furiously at my cock while I watch him slide a finger into me up to his knuckle.
“Yes,” I hiss, both desperate to come and also to hold out as long as possible.
Declan kneels at the end of the bed. Prompted by my pleased groans, his finger moves faster, pressing deeper.
“Use two fingers,” I moan. “I need more of you inside me.”
Declan reaches for the lube, and soon two of his thick fingers open my asshole. My eyes slam shut, and I take a deep breath as a third finger fills me.
My balls tighten while my hand frantically strokes my cock.
“I’m going to come.”
“Do it in my mouth,” Declan says, now fucking me steadily with his fingers.
“I can’t stop.”
The words barely leave my lips when the first blast of cum lands on my stomach. More follows and I feel like I might never stop coming.
I open my eyes when I feel Declan lick the cum from my skin. His fingers remain jammed inside me, and I feel his erection against my thigh as his tongue makes quick work of my cum.
“Fuck me,” I say, reaching for him.
Our lips meet, and I begin stroking his cock. Declan’s kisses are hesitant. He fears he’ll hurt me. I see the worry in his eyes when his lips leave mine.
“Lube up your dick and put it in my ass. I know you want to. I want it too, Declan.”
He kisses me again, and I cup the back of his head. My lips suck at his tongue, wanting him to let go and give us what we’ve been desperate for since the night we met.
I prop my elbows on two pillows so I can watch the head of Declan’s lubed cock nudge against my hole. When I bear down against him, his beautiful dick pushes past the ring of muscle with barely any effort or pain.
The expression on his face is magical as he slowly rocks back and forth, gradually working his cock deeper and deeper into my ass. A burst of blinding pleasure races up my spine when his cockhead rubs against my prostate.
Giving me time to adjust to the feeling of his fat dick filling me up, I swear he holds his breath the entire time and doesn’t blink until I groan approvingly.
“More,” I grunt, craving the feeling of him gliding in and out of my slick hole. My muscles squeeze every inch of cock inside me, memorizing the way it feels, before he slides out his massive flesh except for the head.
“More lube?” he asks.
“No, it’s good. Give me more cock.”
A smile flashes across his handsome face before he focuses again on pressing deeper inside me. I grip my thighs, keeping myself centered enough to focus on Declan rather than simply savoring my pleasure. He needs me to guide him.
“Thrust in and out, Declan,” I groan. “Move slowly at first, let yourself get comfortable.”
“Are you groaning in pain?”
“It’s amazing. I want you to fuck me hard, but you’re not ready.”
“No.”
“I know,” I say, smiling at his concerned expression.
Declan allows a smile to warm his face and nods at my question. “You can move faster when you’re ready. Deeper too. Trust me to tell you if it’s too much.”
Declan’s anxious brow softens, and I suspect he wants to prove he trusts me. The man takes my words as a challenge and begins to move with more purpose. Faster, deeper, just enough to make me lose my mind.
Declan holds onto my knees, caressing them gently even as his hips move with more urgency. His cock slides easier the more I relax, and I’ve hit a point of irrational bliss. My hand fondles my dick almost absentmindedly. I stare into his dark eyes watching me. His gaze reveals more than a building lust but also the glow of a man in love.
Leaning forward, he rests his hands on each side of my waist. His hips move faster as he changes the angle, causing each thrust to hit my prostate just right. Even fucking me wildly, he’s careful not to shove his final few inches inside. I don’t care what he does now. I’m blinded by my pleasure.
My fingers dance around his face, caressing his pursed lips, skimming his furrowed brow, and finally cupping his jaw. He stares into my eyes with more intensity, and I know he’s ready to unleash his cum into my body. Without saying the words, he looks for my approval.
“Declan,” I groan, loving how his cock curves just perfectly to give my prostrate regular pressure. “Are you ready to come inside me?”
His breath catches as if afraid to lose control and hurt me.
“I’m saying yes,” I murmur. “Are you?”
Declan’s gaze studies my face before he nods. His thrusts gain momentum, and my ass takes an extra inch, maybe two, of what he offers. I grip his arms and stare captivated by his gaze. I plan to memorize every feature of his face when he lets go. Nothing in my life feels as important as this moment with Declan, and I don’t want to forget a single thing.
♂◈ Declan ◈♂
Adam’s moans hypnotize me until I can’t hold on any longer. We stare into each other’s eyes as my balls tighten and release my cum. I groan through clenched teeth followed by what I realize later is laughter. Fucking the man I love is the most incredible pleasure I’ve ever known.
