Chapter 14

Our tourof the Titanic Museum had been more emotional than I had anticipated. It was the darkened room with the LED ‘stars' above us and morse code on the walls that did it. The people who had been going around the exhibits at the same time as us all went quiet, just as we had.

There was something eerily moving about that particular part of the display—the bit that covered the actual sinking and its direct aftermath. The survivors and the ones that didn't; tales from both sides really hammered home just how horrific the loss of life had been.

When I glanced at Tom his eyes were as glassy as my own, a man just across the display room from us lifted out a tissue from his pocket and dabbed at his eyes.

"Wow,"I said softly as we got back into the car at the end of our time in the museum.

"Makes you think, doesn't it?" Tom agreed.

Neither of us said another word until Tom parked the car in a street on the seafront about ten minutes later.

"Hungry?" he asked, his tone still soft and subdued.

I nodded. "God, yes."

Gesturing towards the building with a yellow and blue sign with a nod, he said, "This place is great. Food is lovely, and so is the atmosphere and views."

I smiled as we walked inside. He was right about it. We settled into a table near a fireplace overlooking a window with spectacular views over Belfast Lough, and ordered some delicious pub grub.

Getting backto the hotel after the concert I was on a high like never before. Everything that had happened with Natasha in the park seemed like a lifetime ago instead of the day before.

"I don't think that I'm going to be able to sleep for hours yet," I said with a grin and sprawled out on my bed.

"You look like you are buzzing. Belfast seems to agree with you."

It wasn't just this town that had done me good. The concert in the Ulster Hall had been a good one that night, and the sightseeing and drinking in the history of Belfast had been too. But that wasn't the main reason. The person who had kept me company through all of it was a major influence in how I was feeling too.

"Oh, it wasn't just Belfast." I lifted my head and smirked at him.

"Is that so?" He grinned back at me. "I didn't think Levi was that much of an influence."

I sat up and looked at him. "Oh, he is, I just love his sense of humour, and the way that he really seems to wind you up at times." I playfully grinned back at him.

The sexiest of smirks looked back at me. "Uh huh."

"Thank you so much for today. I had a great time. Especially because it was with you."

"You're very welcome."

I stood and closed the distance between us. "I mean it. Thank you for rescuing me in Newcastle, thank you for being by my side through all the panic attacks, all the concerts, all the drama. Thank you for Scarborough and thank you for today." Reaching out I took his hand in mine.

He laced his fingers through mine in response and gave a squeeze. "I wanted to spend time with you. You're very easy to spend time with."

"So are you." I smiled in reply, feeling the pull between us grow. We stood there for a moment in silence, just looking at each other, until I gave into the need that was building, and pressed my mouth to his.

Something this time was different. The chemistry and yearning that had been building since the moment we met finally came tumbling out. There was a heat that had been bubbling, and now it was overflowing.

When I licked along his mouth, Tom parted his lips and let my tongue roam over his. His hand dropped mine and instead he slid his hands around my waist and held me against him. I deepened our kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. Both of us pulled our bodies together, lining ourselves up perfectly against one another.

From my waist his hands slid over my hips and grabbed my arse, tugging me hard enough against him that I could make out every inch of his cock as it pressed into my hip. Despite this, I couldn't help but feel like we still weren't close enough.

Knowing my bed was directly behind us, I started to move us back towards it, leading him along with me. When we reached the side of the bed, he pried his lips from mine and looked at me with eyes hooded with lust.

"Are you sure about this?"

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and cast it aside. "Very sure."

I smiled and put my mouth back on his. A soft groan escaped against his lips as his hands caressed my bare back. Putting my arms around him, I fisted my hands in his shirt, pulling him tighter against me, needing us to be closer, wanting more of him.

His kiss moved from my lips across my jaw. Tom nibbled on my earlobe, and I felt like I was about to spontaneously combust. When he moved from there to my neck, I thought that I was about to make a fool of myself by making a mess in my briefs. Every suck and nibble on the sensitive flesh on the side of my throat was directly wired to my dick and it throbbed harder still with each connection.

"Oh fuck, Tom." I breathed wantonly as he moved to my collar bone. My hands slid to his head, my fingers cradling him against me, silently encouraging him to do something I hadn't experienced since I was a horny teenager. "Do it," I pleaded as he sucked on the skin on my shoulder.

Understanding exactly what I was talking about he applied more pressure with his mouth. My head fell back in pleasure as I cast a moan skywards. This was a man I could get lost with. This was a man whose body and soul felt like he fit so well with me, that this was the most natural thing in the world.

His hand cupped my face and his mouth possessed mine again. I moved my hands between us and started to unbutton his shirt. His marking my shoulder had now become the point of no return. I wasn't going to be satisfied until this man had his cock buried balls deep inside me.

My hurried hands fumbled over the buttons on his shirt before finally undoing the last one and pushing the cotton over his shoulders and down his arms. My fingertips returned to the broad expanse of hairy chest, and I delighted in running my hands over him, the sensation of his hair against my skin, until I skimmed over his nipples.

A low moan that could easily have been mistaken for a growl vibrated against my lips. Suddenly the backs of my legs were against the edge of the bed, as Tom steered us down onto it.

Skilfully, he didn't break the contact of our kiss the whole time, and he came down on top of me with one leg between mine, the other on the outside of my thigh. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my hip again, but with the weight of his body on mine, it almost made it feel like it was much bigger than I had previously thought.

His hand skimmed over my side before coming to rest on its target as he cupped at my pec muscle and let his fingers tease my nipple. This time it was my turn to moan against his mouth. My hands caressed over his back, the contact with his bare skin making my fingertips tingle. This man was setting me on fire in a way that I had never experienced in my entire adult life. I thought about how long it had been since I had let someone touch me like this, knowing full well that it had been since before I went into rehab.

I had worried that my sobriety would be compromised by the stress of a relationship, but here in this moment I realised that the only thing that was keeping me back from something like this had been fear. If I had been able to get through the pressure of the situation that had brought Tom into my life without drinking, then I could do anything.

He pried his lips from mine and looked at me. The intensity of the lust was scorching, but there was a hint of something else in there. Something deeper and more soulful. He grinned at me cheekily and sank his mouth onto the nipple that wasn't being teased by his skilful fingertips. I hissed at the contact.

"Fuck!" I moaned as he pinched both nipples, one with teeth and the other with his thumb and forefinger. My back arched off the bed and I rolled my hips, pressing my cock against him. My hand grabbed at his shoulders, my fingertips pressing hard against his flesh.

He shifted his weight against me, leaning more on my hip, and his hand skimmed over my torso, before sliding over my crotch and cupping my rock-hard dick through my jeans. I moaned at the friction he was providing and thrust myself against his hand, willing him to help me out of my jeans and have his hands on me.

As though he had read my mind, Tom's fingers moved to pop open the button of my flies, and then lowered the zipper. His hand then slipped inside the denim and cupped against my cock again.

"Oh God," I moaned as the heat of his palm enveloped me with just a thin covering between us.

Again, he shifted, and his mouth was back on mine before I had the chance to properly register that it was gone from my nipple. A second after his lips met mine, his hand slipped beneath the waistband of my briefs. He cupped my balls and slowly trailed his hand along the length of my cock. It throbbed against his touch, and he wrapped his fingers firmly around me. I flexed my hips against his grip, needing more, wanting him to pump my cock and make me come.