15

To say Donovan was elated would be missing the mark by a country mile. He glowed with joy, contentment, and a myriad of other emotions. I didn’t think he realized how heavily it had weighed on him to be in the dark about the mother and daughter he’d saved until that weight was lifted from him. I distinctly saw in his lines the easing of his burden, replaced with simple, pure happiness.

Seeing him this happy made me horny. Not going to lie. I was a simple man with simple buttons, what could I say?

Donovan was driving, mostly because we’d taken the Power Wagon, and he loved driving my antique truck more than anything.

“I’m so glad you were with me.” Man was practically bouncing in his seat. “I don’t know if they’d have asked me to be a guardian if you hadn’t been there. To your eyes, does it look like Matthew really loves those two?”

“Adores them. They can do no wrong as far as he’s concerned. I pity the person who tries to date Eshaal. He has high standards for his little princess.”

“It looked that way to me, too.”

“Plus there’s now you to contend with.”

Donovan laughed and didn’t even try to deny his protective instincts. “Simin’s first husband was an asshat, but I really like her new husband. Ooh, we should invite them to go camping with us. I bet they’d like that. We’ll need to do a lot of outings with the kids, too, so we’ve got a good relationship with them.”

I was fine with all that. I’d never thought kids would be in the cards for me, just because my work schedule was insane. And sometimes people shot at me. But this was different, this was spending time with kids when my schedule was open. I could be the fun uncle like I was with Skylar.

Donovan was busy over there scheming about how to involve the family in our wedding. It was cute listening to him throw one idea out after another, but I could tell that if I let him keep going like this, he’d never get to sleep tonight. He was too wound up with emotions. All of them good—although there was a trace of regret winding through—but still. He was more hyped up than a three-year-old after a weekend at grandma’s.

Hmm. Seemed like I needed to wear him out once we hit home.

Oh darn. Shucks. It was fine, I could totally take one for the team.

I let him talk on the way home, mentally planning my approach. Donovan couldn’t rest until he was sure all the doors were locked and the place secure, so I let him do that once we got home. I went upstairs ahead of him, prepping the bed, pulling out handcuffs, making sure the new bottle of lube had the seal taken off. Y’know, the usual before hot monkey sex.

Then I stripped, tossing clothes in the hamper, getting all those pesky things out of the way.

From the bedroom doorway, I heard Donovan call out, “Hey, babe? Why is the—”

I stepped out of the bedroom, not at all shy about being naked in front of him, and watched as his question abruptly died on his lips. A spark of lust and interest went through his lines before becoming a full-on blaze.

“Oh,” he breathed, taking me in with growing delight. “That’s why. How is it every time something makes me super happy, you get horny?”

“You have no idea just how sexy you are when you’re happy,” I informed him, crossing the distance to him so I could get hands in action. Those clothes he was wearing were very nice, but right now they needed to be off .

He, of course, wasn’t upset about this and just grinned. “You’re so strange sometimes, but okay, I’m going to go with the flow on this. I can tell from the handcuffs that you have a game plan.”

“Oh, I definitely do.”

I reached for the top button on his shirt, undoing each one and kissing the exposed skin.

“First, I get you naked.”

Kiss.

“Then I’ll put the blindfold on you.”

Kiss.

“Then lay you out on the bed.”

Kiss.

“Handcuff you.”

Kiss.

“And spend as much time as I like doing whatever I want.”

Fingers carded through my hair, gripping there as I got his waistband undone. It was a little hard to read his lines from such a close angle, but I didn’t need to. The way his breathing had changed, the warm touch of his hands, all told me everything I needed to know.

Operation Turn Donovan On: success.

He eagerly helped me get his clothes off, which I tossed carelessly to the side. With him naked, I could see he was already starting to stiffen a little, and his cock was not something I could resist even on the best of days. I knelt on the carpet and got my mouth over the tip, hands on his thighs to help balance myself. He tasted of warm skin, making a sound of pure pleasure as I ran my tongue around the tip. Just teasing, really, getting him fully on board.

I wasn’t about to let him come yet.

When I pulled free, he made a disappointed noise, but we both knew I wasn’t anywhere near done with him yet. I got zero resistance to putting the blindfold on him. I tried not to cackle as I led him onto the bed and got the handcuffs on him, but it was hard. He was just so fun to sex up and tease, okay? I was only human.

I put him face down because tonight? I wanted that ass. I was going to take my time getting there, but it would be mine in the end.

With a single finger, I traced down Donovan’s spine, seeing him shiver with anticipation. Something about the blindfold heightened his senses and made every touch so much more powerful. I loved putting it on him for that reason.

In a soft voice, I commanded, “Spread your legs for me.”

Donovan audibly gulped before shifting his knees wider. Yeah, baby, I’m going to wreck you tonight and you’re going to love every second of it.

I placed a kiss at the base of his spine as a reward. My hands found his thighs and I stroked them firmly before spreading both ass cheeks wide. Such a pretty hole waited for me, already flaring in hunger.

Teasing a little, I turned my head and gently scraped teeth against his ass cheek.

Donovan jerked, his whole body flexing. “Hngh!”

What a delightful sound. Let’s see if I could get him to do it again. I bit harder this time.

“Huuuungh.”

Oh, I could. Must do that more often, then. Right now, though, I really wanted to eat his ass.

Teasing some more, I swiped my tongue along his crevice before blowing air over it, just to see and feel him shudder. I knew he loved the feeling, so I indulged him when I could. Then, and only then, did I trace his puckered ring with the tip of my tongue. The tight ring of muscle contracted under my attentions, and paired with the soft pants and sounds Donovan made, it was a very heady combination.

I slipped my tongue inside, gently fucking him, feeling the way he clenched and shuddered with pleasure. Nothing was more intimate in my mind than doing this very thing because there was no personal space when your tongue was literally in someone’s ass.

I shifted one hand under him, finding his balls, rubbing and massaging them. I could tell his dick was rock hard. He kept making these hungry sounds, almost pleading, like he couldn’t take any more pleasure, but he didn’t want me to stop at the same time. I loved it when he got to this stage.

“—lease—”

Hmm? He was saying something, or trying to.

“Please.” This was said on a pant. “J-Jon, please—”

Such delicious begging. Should I tease him some more? Just because I loved the sound of him begging for more.

“Please, please, pleasepleaseplease—”

Dammit, now I was too turned on to keep teasing.

I pulled free and snatched up the lube, impatient now to get inside of him. I’d worked him loose enough, I thought. I put the nozzle of the container right up against his ass and squirted lube inside, then tossed it on the other side of the bed, not caring where it landed. I was half hard just from indulging myself in Donovan’s reactions, so it took nothing more than two strokes using my hand to get fully erect.

Shuffling on my knees, I shifted upward, orienting myself until I had the tip of my cock right against his opening. With one hand on his lower back, I pushed in ever so slowly.

A high-pitched whine escaped Donovan’s throat.

Knowing full well he was all right, I nevertheless gave in to the devil on my shoulder. “Too much? Should I pull out?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Donovan said with a groan. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

I cackled and didn’t deny it.

Damn, he felt amazing. So hot and tight around my cock. I took my time entering him, enjoying the way his channel flexed around me, accommodating me. Ah, there, I was fully in now.

After being with him for years, I knew precisely where his sensitive spots were, and I also knew what angle drove him wild. I was perfectly positioned for it, so I drew back and thrust in very deliberately.

Donovan’s back bowed, his head digging into the bed under the force of me nailing his prostate. His lines were like a smorgasbord of sensual delight, happiness, and pure love for me. I seriously indulged in making love with this man because of moments like this.

I slid out, did it again, watched as a new wave of pleasure hit him with all the finesse of a steamroller. Again. And again. Perfection. Pure, sensual perfection as I watched the man I loved more than anything come undone underneath me.

Donovan clawed the pillows, the headboard, the sheets—anything to help find purchase. He was deliciously close to climaxing, and honestly, so was I.

I deliberately pulled almost free, only the very tip of my cock still in him.

“No, don’t pull out!”

Making sure my angle was correct, I slammed back in with absolutely no finesse whatsoever. Ugh, that felt good. It felt more than good.

A cry escaped Donovan. He shuddered underneath me, his ass clenching tight around my cock, and it sucked me right into climaxing as well. I poured myself into him, hips jerking instinctively, my vision going dark around the edges as I spent myself.

Mmm, glorious. Blindfolded Donovan was absolutely too appealing for his own good. I simply must do this more often.

“Babe?”

Oh, right, I was collapsed over his back and still half in him. He couldn’t be comfortable like that. Problem was, my body was riding the wave of afterglow and absolutely not willing to move.

“Gimme a sec,” I requested, trying to summon the energy to move from somewhere.

“You can take a few minutes, I’m good. I just wanted to say, if this is how you react when I’m happy? Then I’m going to be happy from now on.”

This man, seriously. I lifted up enough to kiss his shoulder. “Deal.”