Page 77 of Adrift Without You
“Oh really? I doubt that, but I will happilyeatyour ass.”
Bren hums. “No one eats ass as good as you.”
I love this new side of him—so open about his sexuality and what he enjoys. “I’ll happily accept that compliment. Your ass is sexy as fuck.”
“Don’t get me goin’ again just yet, my ass is still recoverin’.” Bren tilts his head back, finding my mouth. The kiss is languid, my body melting, drunk on the taste of him.
When he pulls away, he caresses my cheek. “I love you, Kyle Davies.”
My eyes fill with tears. “I love you too, Brendan Young. But no fuck ups this time. This is it, Bren. You and me ‘til we’re old and grey.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Once we’re dry, I take Bren back to bed. I’ve always been the dominant one in our sexual relationship, taking control and setting the pace. I like to focus on giving him what he needs, and for Bren, that’s always been to surrender and submit. To let go.
His childhood had been so traumatic and cruel that it forced him to be vigilant and guarded in order to protect himself. I knew, even as a teenager, that the one place he felt safe to be himself was in bed with me. In the short time we lived together,we were able to explore what that looked like just a little. He liked being held down and tied up, spanked and fucked roughly. But there were also times when he needed me to go slow and take good care of him, worship and praise him.
When we return to the comfort of my bed, I take my time. My hands gently explore his flushed pink skin, pressing the softest kisses to his sensitive curves and muscular ridges. I cradle him in my arms, cherish him, and whisper loving words. Every time our tongues touch, sweet little whimpers fall from his lips. It fills me up to the brim, until I’m overflowing with love. When I cannot restrain myself any longer, I slowly sink inside of him.
“Oh Ky, oh Ky,” he moans, openingfor me.
“Baby,” I sigh.
His lids flutter at the overwhelming sensation of being stretched, then his eyes connect with mine and his hands reach for my face. I love him so damn much like this; lying under me, chest-to-chest with nothing between us and nothing to hide.
He wraps his legs around my waist and slides his hands down to my ass, encouraging me to go deeper. I drive into his body with long, deep stokes, swallowing his gasps with my kisses.
Our bodies move together in perfect sync, Bren pressing his hips up to meet my downward thrusts. His steel-hard cock is wedged between us, evidence of his desire leaking onto our stomachs. I whisper against his mouth all the things I never had the courage to say twenty years ago: how beautiful and flawless he is, how brave and strong, and how much I truly love him. Bren is breathless, his eyes wide with wonder, giving me all the encouragement I need: “Ky, you make me feelsogood,” and “You’re perfect for me,” and “Yes, I love you, too.”
We make love for the longest time, finally falling over the edge together, our emotions unguarded and laid bare. I wipe the tears from his cheeks then he brushes away mine, our bodies trembling under the weight of what has passed between us. It’sthe most intense sexual experience of my life, made evermore meaningful now that we are finally back where we belong. Together.
When I gather enough strength to separate from Bren, I clean his body with a warm facecloth and bring him a glass of water. I know sometimes he doesn’t feel worthy, so my heart swells when he accepts my small offerings without any objections. I intend to take care of him this time around. There’s a lot to make up for, but I’m more than ready.
Chapter 40
Brendan
Now
Who is Ky talking to? My thoughts slowly come into focus, and I hum, remembering last night. Damn, that wassomething. Ky speaks again, then the other voice. “Holy fuck!”I say the moment I realise it’s Lucinda. Shooting upright, I grab the sheet and pull it up to my nose. Thank fuck I had my underwear on.
“Language Bren,” Ky says.
“Oh shit, sorry.”
Lucinda is standing at the foot of the bed, amusement dancing across her features.
“You two are ridiculous,” she says, giggling. “I just came in to tell you I made a big breakfast and to come and eat. Dad, I guess you have something important to tell me.”
She winks at Ky then prances smugly out of the room. Gotta admit, seeing her sass Ky is entertaining as hell.
The moment the door closes behind her, I relax and drop the sheet. “Why do I get the feelin’ I’m about to be wrapped around the finger of another Davies?”
Kyle smiles and nods. “That’s a genuine possibility. But how about I wrap myself around you instead.”
Before I know it, Ky’s on top of me and kissing me, and fuck, does it feel good to be under him, surrounded by his scent, his weight blanketing me. Then he shifts slightly to the side and slides his hand down my chest and stomach until his fingertips slip inside my underwear, and I come to my senses. “Not now, you horny bitch,” I say, pushing him off. “Your daughter is in the house and made us breakfast. Now move your ass, I need some clean clothes.”
Ky chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Alright fine, but your ass is mine later.”
