Chapter 25

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

ARTHUR

Two thoughts passed through my head as Hendrix sank down onto my length. The first was that I was definitely gay. Nothing I'd ever experienced before now came close to this. My mind was blown, and we'd barely started. The second thought was that I was going to come. I wasn't prepared for the tight velvety heat that wrapped around me, the massaging muscles that seemed to want to pull me deeper. I gasped for breath, desperately trying to hold back my release, until Hendrix leaned over me and captured my lips. It was quick, soothing, and when he spoke, his voice was soft.

"Breathe."

I did as he asked, dragging in a few breaths until the urge to come wasn't so overwhelming. Hendrix cupped my face, sipping at my lips, giving me a chance to calm down a little.

"S-Sorry. That was– I almost–" Embarrassment flooded me as I tried to admit just how close I got. I was sure as a musician, Hendrix had plenty of experience. I didn't want to be a complete disappointment by coming before we even really started.

"Relax. There's nothing wrong with that. Kinda want to take it as a compliment that my ass was just that good," he teased, putting me more at ease. He always knew just what to say to bring me out of my head and help me relax.

Desperate to hide my blush, I slid my hand into his hair, dragging him closer for another kiss. He leaned into it, taking his time, until I finally felt like we could continue without me embarrassing myself. Dragging my hands down his back to his ass, I cupped his cheeks and lifted my hips a little, testing the water. Hendrix stiffened, a muffled groan vibrating against my lips. Encouraged by the sound, I planted my feet, slowly thrusting into his hot, welcoming body. It felt good. More than good. Too good. I distracted myself from the pleasure by watching Hendrix, hoping if I focused on him, I wouldn't come too fast.

Hendrix's mouth hung open, quiet groans spilling from his lips every time I thrust inside him. He looked just as shocked as I was, his body crowding mine and his face so close we breathed the same air as he panted and groaned. I wanted to drag it out, to watch that look on his face all night, but the overwhelming need to come returned and desperation set in. I bucked upwards, picking up the pace, and Hendrix got louder with every thrust.

"Oh fuck! How– Holy shit! How are you so good at this?"

I couldn't answer him, even if I had an answer. I lost myself in the tight squeeze of his body, and a tingle gathered at the base of my spine, warning me of what was coming.

"Hendrix…"

It was as much of a warning as I could give him. He seemed to understand me because he leveraged himself up enough to reach between us, wrapping his fist around his cock. That was enough of a distraction to keep me from losing it completely, watching him writhing as he took stimulation from both sides. He was beautiful like this, rocking to meet my thrusts while he stroked his erection. Complete wild abandon written all over his face. I reached for him, cupping his face, and I couldn't stop myself from saying it out loud.

"You're beautiful."

His eyes rolled back into his head, and I watched as he exploded with a shout. I wanted to keep my eyes on him the whole time, but his ass clenched around me like a vice and I went blind from the pleasure, a hoarse cry ripping from my throat.

It was like a high I never wanted to come down from. Never in my life had I experienced that kind of pleasure. I wanted more, but I also wanted to wrap myself around Hendrix and never let go. Since my recovery period wasn't what it used to be and we still had to go meet the band, I couldn't have either. I settled for enjoying the soft kisses Hendrix peppered over my face, smirking when he kept pulling away whenever I tried to kiss him back.

"Tease."

He chuckled low, continuing his sweet assault. "You just gave me the most intense orgasm of my life. I'm trying to reward you. If you kiss me, I'm gonna want to go again and the band will get pissed."

Joy swelled in my chest and I caught his face in my hands, stealing a short but intense kiss. "It was for me, too. Intense, I mean. Intense and amazing and better than anything I'd ever experienced." I frowned, dropping my gaze a little. "I never realized how wrong I had it before. My marriage was a mistake. I never should've ended up with a woman. No wonder it fell apart."

Shifting to his side, Hendrix pulled me with him, drawing me into his arms so he could hold me. "Maybe. Maybe not. But you got Sophie from it. Sometimes the best things come from the hardest situations."

"You?" I murmured.

He hummed, resting his cheek on my head. "Yeah. My parents' divorce was messy. I got caught in the middle a lot. Mostly because of my dad. He didn't see the problem with their marriage and wasn't ready to let go. He used me a lot to pass messages to my mom or get her to be somewhere so he could see her. It was awkward and rough. But my dad taught me guitar and how to sing because he wanted me to play his songs for my mom. My entire career came from that. I wish it was different, but I also recognize I wouldn't have the talent I do now without that whole situation. So I learned to accept it and let it go."

I'd never thought of it that way. It was true, I couldn't regret my marriage because Sophie came from that. "I just wish I would've realized sooner I wasn't straight. I wouldn't have been trapped in an unhappy marriage for ten years."

"Things end when they're supposed to, Art. It sucks, but it's the truth. And you and me might not have gotten together if your marriage didn't end at the right time."

That was also a good point. Maybe if I had more time, I would've gotten the confidence on my own to date men. But if I had, I wouldn't have ended up in that bar, drinking away my sorrows when the most perfect demon on the planet stepped onto the stage. Hendrix was right. It was useless to regret the past because I got so much happiness in the future. And if I knew I'd get Sophie and Hendrix out of the deal, I'd do it all over again.

HENDRIX

We were late to meet the band, and it wasn't hard to figure out why. Art changed into something more casual, including the world's softest sweater and some slacks, but he still looked disheveled and blissed out. The blush on his face was almost permanent. I wasn't much better. My body was loose and relaxed and I had a shit-eating grin on my face as we teleported into the entryway and joined the group. Duncan took one look at us and snorted, shaking his head.

"Well, we know why you two are late. Now all we're waiting on is Ruby."

Art's blushed deepened, but I ignored Duncan's comment, leading Art to the couch and dropping down beside him. That experience had been so wild, I almost didn't have the energy to play tonight, but we still had the news to share with the band and everyone was going to want to plan out what songs we'd record once they heard the news. Though I was planning on a repeat once I brought Art home for the night. The man's cock was made for me, pegging my prostate without any real skill from him. I'd been on top so I could work out what angle worked best for me and show him how to make me moan, but he didn't need any instruction. I wondered if there was ever going to be a time where that man didn't surprise me.

I didn't know when I stopped thinking about us as temporary. I liked spending time with him, but I never thought about the long haul until recently. The idea of walking away from him was abhorrent and I couldn't stop thinking about us in the future, what that'd be like and how much more confident he'd be in his own skin. I wanted to see him come out of his shell more, wanted to be there as he explored his interests and did things he'd always wanted to. He held back from being truly himself for way too long. It was his turn to shine.

I leaned in to whisper, teasing Art's ear with my lips. "You better prepare yourself for a long night. I might feel like celebrating again when I take you home."

He shivered, shooting me a heated look, but before he could respond, Ruby burst into the apartment. She dragged someone behind her, laughing as they protested. I thought maybe it was her feeder, but when she pulled the reluctant figure into the apartment, I frowned. Why did she look familiar?

Ruby finally turned to face us, a bright smile on her face. "Good, everyone's here. Gentleman, I found our lead guitar. I'm sure you've seen her around Club Envy. Say hello to Aliyah. My girlfriend."