Page 76 of Declan
Mykonos lube! The lube for heroes. Bring out your inner Greek god.
“Why are you smiling?” Declan asked.
“Just thinkin’ of Greek gods and lube,” I answered, getting back between his legs.
He arched a brow and tucked an arm behind his head. “That’s…random.”
For a writer, it was normal. My mind jumped from one topic to another at the speed of light, like a chain reaction of thoughts.
The only thing I should be thinking of right now is dick.
I coated a finger in lube and pressed it knuckle deep into his ass. In. Out. I started a nice rhythm inside him. Little did he know that it was turning me on probably just as much as it was arousing him. I moved my finger in circles, pushing against his tight channel and opening him a little more.
“Fuck!” He nearly shot off the bed when I found his prostate.
Pre-cum beaded at his tip, and I bent to lick it off. His salty taste had me squeezing my thighs together. I was so freaking hard I could’ve went all karate kid on a damn wooden plank and broke that sucker in half.
As I lapped at his slit, I added a second finger.
When I was confident I’d prepped him enough, I withdrew my fingers and scooted up his body, licking up his abs and to his chest before suckling each of his nipples.
Declan rolled his hips up, rubbing his cock on mine.
I quivered and claimed his lips, needing to taste him again. He could probably taste himself, too. The moans rumbling inside his chest told me it didn’t bother him if so.
“Ready for me to fuck you, Spartan?” I said against his kiss-swollen lips.
“Baby, I’ve been ready.”
He pressed his forehead to mine and wrapped his arms around me. Holding me against his chest.
My heart died a little. Like earlier, it was too tender.
For a second, I could pretend Declan and I were more than our casual fling. He held me like he cared about me, like he was afraid to let me go.
He kissed up the side of my face and his mouth lingered at my temple.
Blinking back tears, I nudged his legs farther apart and lifted up to my knees. Putting distance between us. I was going to shove away the feelings trying to take hold and fuck him like I’d told myself I would. I’d grabbed a condom when I’d gotten the lube, so I tore the packet open and put it on before slicking it up.
Declan stared up at me, his green eyes clouded with both lust and something deeper.
I ignored thesomething deeperand lifted his hips. Grabbing my cock, I positioned it at his entrance and pushed forward a little. He was so fucking tight.
“Relax, Dec,” I said, rubbing his lower stomach as I stilled inside him. Only the tip was in.
When his muscles loosened, I moved farther. Once I broke through the tight ring, his body drew me in. Inch by glorious inch.
“Mm.” Declan bit down on his bottom lip and closed his eyes.
It was so tempting to make love to him nice and slow. But each tender action was like a slice across my chest. A reminder of what I couldn’t have with him.
This isn’t making love. This is fucking.
I started moving inside him, slow at first. The tight heat of him was earth-shattering. I rocked my hips back and forth, holding the bottom of his thighs. His throaty moans encouraged me to keep going. I was so close to driving myself into him fast and hard, but then he gently gripped my waist and gave methatlook. One that seared into my heart.
I’d fallen in love with him.
The revelation almost over-powered me. Almost made me cry like a fucking loser as I fucked him.
He ran a hand up and down my chest before resting it on the top of my shoulder. Watching me with a tender look in his eyes.
Not trusting my expression, I slipped my hands behind his back and leaned forward to kiss his pecs.
Saying goodbye to Declan would be the hardest thing I ever had to do.
