18. Nixon

Chapter eighteen

Nixon

T he vacant loft overlooking the twinkling lights of Paris pales in comparison to the man before me. Stripped to just his jeans, Arit looks incredible cast in light and shadow.

His spur of the moment trip to Paris is the most romantic thing I’ve ever experienced. Knowing he brought me here as a gift, out of all the places he could have taken me, is a testament to how thoughtful he is. Despite Arit not being human, he’s already the best boyfriend I’ve ever had.

Stepping back, I hold out my hand for Arit to join me. My wallet is already on the nightstand, and I shut off my phone completely. If tonight is going where I hope, I don’t want anything interrupting us. “Come here.”

He does, tracing every exposed inch of my torso with his gaze. When he reaches me, he takes my hand and places a kiss to my palm. “You take my breath away.”

“I was thinking the same thing about you. The way you look at me. Like I’m the only thing you see. No one has ever looked at me that way before.”

“You are the only thing I see. For thousands of lifetimes, it was always only you.”

“And somehow, I always managed to find you too, even if it was just for a few seconds. My soul knew you’d be there. Waiting. For this.” I press my lips to his and pull him close, knowing even that will never be close enough.

Arit follows me down, the loft bed soft and inviting, and takes his time making love to my mouth. We kiss until my jaw aches and his chin is red from my beard. Even though I know he’ll heal quickly, I like seeing the evidence of what we’ve done on him.

I’m sweaty and nearly panting, and my dick has been hard for what feels like hours. I somehow manage to get Arit on his back as I straddle his thighs. “Probably not the sexiest time to ask, but I assume you’re packing?” I give a significant look to the bulge in his pants.

Arit takes a moment to stare before answering. His pupils are huge, and he looks ready to shove me back down and have his way with me. Which I would be totally okay with once I get a feel for the goods down below.

“Yes. Though reapers are a bit on the asexual side. We’re here for a reason. And our purpose usually keeps us separate from others, humans and reapers alike. We’re independent. If we ever feel the need for a sexual release, more often than not, we take care of ourselves. At the moment, however, I would very much like for you to be involved. And so would my dick.”

Sighing in relief, I lean down and press a kiss to Arit’s gorgeous mouth. “I would like that a lot too. Like a lot, a lot. But”—sobering slightly, I meet his gaze—“if you ever want to be alone or would rather I not participate, all you have to do is tell me. Okay? I would never expect you to always include me if that’s not what you enjoy or are used to.”

Nodding, Arit places his hands on my thighs and squeezes. “Thank you. I can count on two hands the number of times I’ve felt the need to seek out a partner. I have little to no drive sexually anyway, so it was never a big deal. Most reapers would say the same.” Arit moves his hands up my thighs and then around to cup my ass, where he squeezes me again, making me want to moan out loud. “But I have a feeling all of that is about to change.”

Staring at my beautiful man, icy eyes blown, lips swollen, black hair splayed out around him, I am losing my train of thought. Arit is totally distracting, and his suggestion that we might get to fool around is making my dick throb. But still, I manage to squeeze out a “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I think we’re made that way on purpose. But now that my path has changed, now that I have a mate, I can already tell I’m more responsive. I’m drawn to you on every level. And my dick is excited to get to know you better.”

“Thank fuck.” I sigh. “Because I really need to get you out of these jeans.” Then, I kiss my way down Arit’s chest, stopping to lick and tease his nipples before moving down the valley of his abs.

As Arit has explained, he’s not overly muscly or even bulky because the coming phase in human evolution is slimmer bodies and taller frames. Where once he looked more primitive, with lots of body hair and robust facial features, he’s evolved alongside humans throughout the millennia. As I lick the slight trail of dark hair leading down into his waistband, I find myself thankful to be able to see all his gorgeously defined muscles.

When I look up, seeking Arit’s permission to pop the button on his jeans, he nods, but his eyes have gone molten. He looks lust drunk as he clutches the sheet bunched around his hips. If he looks this good and we’ve barely gotten started, I can’t wait to see what he looks like coming apart against my tongue.

“Please,” he begs. “I need you. I’ve never felt like this before. This ache. This heat. It’s making me crazy, and I don’t know how to handle it.”

Pressing a quick kiss to Arit’s hip, I hum my approval. “I do. Just hang in there, babe, and you’ll be feeling better in no time.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re going to enjoy watching me squirm?”

That makes me smile despite how turned on I am. “Not this time, I’m afraid. I need you too much to make either of us wait. But in the future, that sounds like a definite plan.” Then I reach for his waistband and unfasten the button on his pants. The drag of his zipper lowering is muted by his panting breaths. When I tap his hip, asking him to raise up, he moans and leverages himself so I can slip his pants over his ass.

The absolutely stunning cock that springs free and slaps against his abs makes my mouth instantly water. “Fuck, babe. You’re gorgeous.” The fact that Arit isn’t wearing underwear is also a nice bonus. I know I’ll need to study his cock up close in much, much greater detail later, but for now, I help him kick off his shoes and then slide his pants off his feet.

Sitting back, I quickly give my man a once-over, beginning at the top of his head and working my way down, tracing every dip and valley of his skin with my gaze. If we can somehow make a bargain with Fate and I can keep Arit, I know I’ll never get tired of looking at him naked.

“Damn. I am one lucky man.”

Arit looks close to losing his cool and taking matters into his own hands, so deciding enough is enough, I reach out and glide my hands up his thighs. His entire body tenses and contracts, his abs popping. Leaning down, I hear him suck in a breath as I drop a trail of kisses from his hip bone to the juncture of his thigh.

“Cosmos above, you’re a tease.” Arit reaches out to gently card his fingers through my hair, sighing in pleasure when I finally reach out and take his cock in hand.

“Sorry. Just trying not to rush. I don’t want this to be over too quickly.” When I meet Arit’s gaze, the wonder and emotion there has me ready to say screw it and climb him like a tree, but I shove that aside, reminding myself that he has waited for me for millennia. The least I can do is take my time and make his first blow job a good one.

Giving him a slow tug, I take a moment to get a feel for his size and shape. He’s uncut, not having much foreskin to speak of, but he’s long and thick, and I can’t help wondering if human anatomy will shift more toward sex organs being used for pleasure rather than function. At the rate science is going, humans may never need to reproduce the old-fashioned way again.

Arit lets out a low moan at the first swipe of my tongue. “I never…”

He falls silent when I do it again, the sweet nectar of his essence exploding across my tongue. I expect he has no need for semen, so the delicious substance dribbling down his cock must be purely for his partner’s sake.

Leaning closer, I finally wrap my lips around him and give a gentle suck, loving the low vibration of energy I can feel radiating from his skin. He’s strung tight, and the usual buzz between us feels even more intense.

That thought makes me wonder what it will feel like when we finally have sex.

Taking my time, I get a better feel for Arit in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his cockhead and getting him nice and wet. He moans and clutches the sheets again when I get my other hand involved and gently cup his balls. His sack is gloriously heavy, and when I pull off his cock to nuzzle his balls, I notice he has no body odor.

Tucking that thought aside, I get back to my mission of pleasing my man and making him moan.

And moan he does when I give him a lick from his balls back up his cock, and then I suck him down, careful not to go too far so I don’t choke. He’s big, and it’s going to take me a few tries to get used to his cock in my throat.

Arit is breathing hard by the time I work up to a moderate but leisurely rhythm, one hand working his cock and the other massaging his balls. “Nix. Feels so good.” His voice is like gravel and liquid sex, dripping down my spine and making my own cock ache in my jeans. “I don’t know how I’ve survived this long without you. Without having this connection with you. I’ve never felt anything like this. My balls are tingling and my—” Arit nearly chokes when I trail my fingers down his taint and brush over his hole. “Oh Gods.”

I pick up speed, gradually increasing suction on Arit’s cock at the same time I seek out his hole and apply gentle pressure with the pad of my thumb. Arit is rambling, writhing, and gripping the bed, telling me he doesn’t want to come yet because I need pleasure too. That only makes me want to slow things down and draw this out longer, Arit’s thoughtfulness and consideration a turn on in its own right.

But I wouldn’t do that to him in his current state, needing him to come first after all he’s done for me. This sweet, beautiful, selfless man, who has been serving others for millions of years, needs to know how desired he is, how trusted and accepted and loved he is. Because I know without a shadow of a doubt, I love Arit more than the sun and moon and stars combined.

Doubling down, I work my man with my hand, hollowing my cheeks and moving my other hand up to place it over his chest, right where his life force pulses the strongest.

Arit gasps, covers my hand with his, and bucks up, calling out my name as he finally comes, filling my mouth with his honeyed release. I drink him down, gently working him through his orgasm, until he slumps, hips still despite his cock remaining proud. When I finally pull off, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, I meet Arit’s gaze, only to find his eyes look damp with unshed tears.

“I’m okay,” he says softly, reading the concern and question in my eyes. “More okay than I’ve ever been.” He reaches out a hand for me to take. “I didn’t know it was possible. That I was capable of feeling so much at once. Eon after eon I’ve been merely surviving. But now, with you, I feel alive for the first time. I love you more than the entire universe, Nixon, and I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep you with me. Always.”

My heart leaps and sings, overjoyed with his confession, and I dive for him, laughing and pressing kisses to every part of him I can reach. Arit joins me, happier than I’ve ever seen him, when I say, “I love you. I love you. I love you forever. To the end of time and beyond, you’ll always be mine.”