26. Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ronan

O ne Year Later

Standing in the kitchen, Ember runs in between my legs, purring incessantly because I'm not feeding her fast enough.

"Oh my god girl, I'm going. Give me a second," I tell her, rolling my eyes when she meows at me and trots over to her bowl. Her paw pushes the bowl across the floor and I groan loudly. "I know, I know. I'm late getting you food."

Going into the pantry, I grab the cat food, filling up her bowl with food and the one next to it with water. Once I step away, Ember races over to the bowl, inhaling her food as though she hasn't eaten in days.

"You're so dramatic."

"Who 's dramatic?" Oliver says, walking into the kitchen, shirtless. My eyes devour his body, his naked chest on display for me. There's a droplet of water that runs in between his pecs that I greedily follow as it finds its way into the waistband of his shorts. He clears his throat, my eyes instantly snapping up to his.

"Ember. She's acting as though she hasn't eaten in days."

"Well, I fed her this morning, but then we got so busy moving everything in I forgot to feed her again."

Today was move-in day again, but this time it was Oliver and me moving into a place of our own. Living with Noah and Asher the past year had been amazing, but once our lease was up, we decided it was time. Since Noah had recently graduated, he and Asher wanted to have a place of their own. And I wanted to find a place with Oliver. The past few months, I'd barely been home anyway, so it made the most sense.

I watch as Oliver picks Ember up and takes her into the other room where she has a whole little setup, with a scratching post and tons of toys. He comes back into the kitchen, stopping right in front of me. Walking around the island, I put my finger into his shorts, pulling his body closer to me. Licking up the slide of his neck, I smile and nip at his throat as his body trembles against me. "You hungry?" I ask, stepping back .

"Fuck, Ronan. I am so hungry," he says, adjusting his shorts and leveling me with a heated look.

Smirking, I shake my head, eyeing the growing bulge in his pants. "Not that type of hungry. Save that for later."

"Fine," he huffs, walking around me and sitting down on the stool. "What did you order?"

"Thai," I tell him, sitting on the seat beside him.

We dig into our food, discussing how we want to decorate the apartment and the different colors we want. I want dark colors—blacks and blues—but Oliver wants brighter colors. When I finally relent, telling him he can pick whatever colors he wants, a gorgeous smile crosses his face.

I can never say no to him. Whatever he wants, he gets. Which is why we're currently in an apartment near the beach. I wanted to be closer to downtown, but he wanted to be closer to the beach. He won.

Throwing my food garbage away, I glance around our new space.

Ours .

It feels amazing to be able to say that. The past year has been a whirlwind. I ended up interning for a semester at a local high school and was offered a job there teaching literature to seniors. During the day, we go do what we need to do and then at the end of the day we come back together. And now that we're living together, it's going to be nice to come home and be able to relax and unwind with him in my arms.

Our apartment isn't the biggest, but we settled for a smaller space when we picked something closer to the water. It's bare minimum right now, but I can picture all the things we can do to it. Oliver will be able to put his special touch on it and transform it into our space. Most of the furniture we have is from his other apartment because it made no sense to buy all new things.

I'm standing at the edge of the kitchen when strong arms wrap around me from behind. My body settles into his, tilting my head to the side when he starts kissing up and down my neck.

"Usually, it's me doing this to you," I snicker.

"Yeah, well, sometimes it's about you, too."

I grind my ass against his cock, loving when he holds me in place and ruts against me. "Fuck, I want to be inside you," I tell him, grabbing his hand and placing it on my aching cock.

"Okay," he says breathlessly. He doesn't move, standing still behind me, and I know exactly what he's waiting for. He's wanting me to take charge and tell him what to do. Over a year together and his body still reacts to my praise as though it's the first time.

"Hmm. I want you to be a good boy for me; can you do that?" His head nods against my shoulder, and I quickly turn around, walking him backward until his back hits the island in the kitchen. Dropping to my knees, I grab the waistband of his shorts, shoving them down his legs. When his dick pops free in front of my face, I moan loudly, nuzzling into his pubic hair. "Such a dirty, naughty boy, wearing no underwear. Did you do that on purpose? You knew you wanted me to fill you up, so you wore nothing underneath, huh?"

I look up to see him nodding his head wildly, his bottom lip pulled roughly between his teeth. His chest is rising and falling, hands bunching into fists at his side.

I take hold of his shaft, licking from root to tip before taking the head into my mouth and sucking lightly. "What do you want?" I ask, popping off his dick and licking a circle around the head. Oliver doesn't say anything, just pants heavily, running his fingers through my hair. "Use your words, Freckles. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

Oliver has really come out of his shell sexually, but there are still times when his shyness will catch up with him and I never tire of it. His mouth opens and closes a few times while he shoves his cock farther into my mouth. I pull off, still stroking his shaft while looking at him.

"Come on, Freckles. You know what I want. Beg. Beg and tell me what you want."

"Fuck. I want you to suck my dick. Suck my cock like only you can. Then I want you to bend me over the couch and fuck me hard and fast." Arching my eyebrow, I wait for the final words to come out of his mouth. We're staring at each other when he finally huffs and rolls his eyes. "Please Ronan, please suck my dick and fuck me. Please."

"You beg so perfectly for me. You know how much I love hearing the word ' please ' fall from your lips." Leaning forward, I suck his cock to the back of my throat, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard. Oliver's body sways and I grab hold of his muscular thighs to hold him in place. Bobbing my head up and down on his dick, I work him, knowing exactly what it takes to set him off. His hand is pulling roughly at my hair, tears forming in my eyes, but I don't stop. I love watching him come apart for me, the way his breathing picks up, the little trembles in his body as I lick and suck and drive him crazy. A burst of pre-cum hits the back of my tongue and I moan, loving the taste of him.

I let his cock fall from my mouth, then stand up and crowd him in.

"Go bend over the back of the couch for me. Don't touch yourself; I want you to wait for me like a good boy. Got it?"

Nodding his head, he takes off for the couch, bending over beautifully once he reaches it. I watch with bated breath as he closes his eyes, his body relaxing into the couch. This is my favorite part: when he fully gives himself over to me. He knows I'm going to take care of him and give him what he wants and needs.

"You're so damn beautiful. And all mine." I walk over slowly toward him, our eyes never leaving one another. Remembering I need to get the lube, I backtrack toward the kitchen, grabbing some I stashed in one of the boxes. Pouring some onto my fingers, I go back to him, peppering kisses along his shoulder, and I slowly find my way toward his hole. His hands come around and I'm about to scold him when he spreads his cheeks apart for me. Humming, I let out a soft, ‘ good boy ' before bending down behind him, looking at his gorgeous hole.

Rubbing my thumb against his pucker, I push in slowly, eyes wide at how easily it sucks me in. Fuck, he's so damn horny. I shove his hands out of the way and lean in, licking up his ass crack. Oliver's body jerks at the feeling of my tongue in his ass. Lapping at his hole, I attack it as though I'm starved. I work him with my tongue before slowly pushing my finger inside and working him open.

Once I'm sure he's ready to take me, I slather my cock with lube and position myself at his entrance. His gorgeous body hasn't moved, proving he can take my commands so well. I push in slowly, breaching the first ring of muscle. Pausing, I take a deep breath, trying to calm down.

Being inside Oliver is unlike anything I've ever felt before. He was made for me, the way he accepts me into his body, the way it molds and shapes to mine. Reaching under his waist, I lift him up so that his back is to my chest. It makes it easier for my dick to slide further inside him. His deep rumble spurs me on and I push in roughly, filling him full of my cock.

"Yes, Ronan. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

Not wanting to disappoint him, I slam in hard before pulling out and doing it again. Grabbing hold of his hips, I pound into him relentlessly, loving the way he mewls and pants for me. The reddened flush on his body is starting to appear everywhere and I smile, loving how turned on he is.

"Stroke your cock, baby. Jerk yourself for me," I command, giving him a soft kiss when he does exactly what I tell him. "You're doing so fucking good, Oliver."

His hole squeezes me tightly, my eyes rolling into my skull at the sensations. Thrusting faster, I lose myself in the feeling of him. The slapping of our skin against each other, the mixing of our pants and groans as we both chase our orgasms. Oliver's head flops back, his body tensing, his hole strangling me. A shudder racks his body as his orgasm overtakes him. I pound into him a couple more times before filling him full of my cum. My dick slips out of him, my fingers quickly there to stop any cum from escaping. As hot as it is to watch it run down his leg, I want it to stay inside him for a little bit longer.

Oliver looks wrung out and tired, so I guide him over to the other side of the couch and nudge him so he's lying down. Sliding in behind him, I pull him onto me so his body is on top of mine. His droopy eyes look at me, a smile of contentment on his face as I hold him.

"Always so good," he slurs, digging his face into my armpit.

Kissing the top of his head, I close my eyes, relishing in all things Oliver. My life has changed so much in the past couple years. We've both learned about ourselves and each other. I can see forever with him.

"I love you," I whisper, kissing him again. "Forever."

"And always."