Chapter 43

Daniel

C hase didn’t stay late, and it sucked when Shawn had to drive him home. I wanted to spend time with him after he’d been gone all day. Not that it hadn’t been nice to have my friend check in on me. For the first time in a while, it felt like people truly cared about what happened to me and I knew that was progress in the right direction. The direction of healing from the hellscape that Art had played on my self-worth.

“You still up?”

My head popped up from where I’d been looking down and scrolling social media on my phone.

“I wanted to spend some time with you.”

Shawn grinned as he shrugged out of his jacket and crossed the room to me. I still hadn’t bothered to get dressed. My comfort level in his home was alarming. I’d never felt so at home in a new space so quickly.

Once he sank into the couch at my side, I couldn’t take another moment of being away from him. It had been a long-ass day. I still wanted to touch and savor him. My knees straddled his hips as I settled over him. He grinned up at me.

“What’s up, babe?”

Little flutters settled in my stomach at the pet name. I’d never imagined being someone’s babe, but it worked for us. I liked it when he called me that. It made this all the more real. All the more special.

My lips settled over his as I kissed him tenderly. When his hands gripped my waist, I deepened it, swiping my tongue along the seam of his lips until he granted me access to that tempting mouth.

We sat like that, making out on the couch until we were both breathless. My forehead rested against his while I attempted to even out my breathing. It was a lost cause because he kept rocking his hips into me, allowing me to feel his growing erection.

“Shawn?”

“Yeah, babe?”

Babe. There it was again.

“You have to tell me if this is too much because it feels stupidly fast. A little over a week ago, I hated your guts...”

He laughed. “If this is about to be a confession of some kind—”

I slammed my mouth over his again, not letting him finish the statement. There wasn’t any room for rejection. I couldn’t handle it. Not after he’d been so kind to me.

“Let me say it. You don’t have to say it back.” The words were panted as we separated once more. “Shawn, I don’t know when it happened, but this isn’t just I like you. This is so much fucking deeper and I sort of hate you for crawling in the way you did. I was supposed to be getting my act together.”

His soft and tender lips pressed to mine again as his hands slid along my exposed back. His words came punctured between pecks and nibbles and kisses. It was all feverish and laced with desire. “Daniel, I don’t know when you missed it, but I’ve been all in with you since the beginning. I fell hard, and I fell fast. Shit, babe. I fell in love with you the second you walked into the bar and asked for a job.”

We broke apart and then fell back laughing. We were such a ridiculous pair.

“This is stupid. Are we about to argue over who fell first?” I laughed, leaning against Shawn’s chest.

His hands continued to trail up and down my spine as he placed kisses on the side of my head. “We could argue, but I think I’d win in the end.”

I pulled back to look at him, squinting to give him my best incredulous look. “I don’t know about that. You were kind of a jerk.”

“I’ll show you a jerk.”

The next thing I knew, I was on my back, pressed into the fluffy cushions of the couch as Shawn shoved my boxer briefs down my legs. It was an effective distraction. If he wanted to win the argument with sex, then I might be inclined to let him persuade me.

My legs were shoved up and the feeling of being exposed didn’t bother me as much as it had the first few times. He sank between my thighs and nuzzled the skin where my groin met my balls. The warmth of his breath against my sensitized skin had me shivering. I wanted him to do so much more than breathe me in. The good news was I didn’t need to wait for long.

Shawn’s tongue prodded at the crease of my balls before dragging back along my taint. This wasn’t a blowjob like I’d been expecting and when he shoved my ass higher into the air, I let out a squeak of surprise. He’d been so adamant about being super clean the last time, but maybe things were different when you were committed to someone.

The first swipe of his tongue against my hole had me tossing my head back and letting out a loud moan. This hadn’t been something I’d ever thought I’d enjoy, but fuck, Shawn knew what he was doing. He stabbed and prodded at my entrance with the slick muscle of his tongue. He knew just how to reduce me to a writhing pile of mess. My entire body was on fire as he kept licking and sucking at me, loosening me up. I wanted more than just that tempting heat of his mouth.

“Shawn,” I whined, thrusting against his face. My ass was sloppy and wet. It should have been uncomfortable, but it only made me feel hotter. I was ready for him. For Shawn to lay claim. To sink inside and let the world know that I didn’t belong to anyone but him.

Maybe we should have slowed down and considered what all of this meant. We were both young. Love was something to be taken seriously, but no one had ever made me feel the way he had.

No words needed to be said. Shawn moved away momentarily. He spat in his hand and coated his cock with his saliva. It was a shitty substitute for lube, but neither of us wanted to get up and hunt it down. Maybe it was something to consider for the future; strategically placing it around the apartment.

Shit. I was really considering making this permanent.

The thought flew out of my head as the blunt head of Shawn’s cock lined up with my hole. It was stupid to forget how fucking huge he was, but I wanted it. If I had to walk around with the reminder that he’d been inside of me for the next week, then I was fine with it. He could stretch me, let me feel the burn. I craved it. Wanted it. Needed it.

“Do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck. Shawn. I wouldn’t have said it had I not meant it.”

He didn’t hesitate. The first initial push burned. A gasp passed my lips at the intrusion and when Shawn paused to let me adjust, I glared at him. He didn’t need to treat me like glass. I wouldn’t break for him. I knew what my body could handle. If anything, I could handle the monster between his legs.

I rocked against him, forcing him to sink in deeper. We both moaned at the sensation. God, it hurt, but it felt amazing at the same time. My eyes rolled back as he kept going. I had to keep breathing through the pain. The pleasure would come. It was only a matter of time.

And then he stopped. A growl left my throat because I didn’t want him to pause for even a second.

“Chill. Fuck. Babe. You’re squeezing the life out of me. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Words failed me. Instead of answering him, my hips moved. My eyes pinched closed as another shot of pain coursed through my limbs. My dick was soft between my legs, and of course, the asshole noticed.

“We need to stop.”

“Don’t you fucking dare. It’s fine. I’ll be fine. I need you to move so it’ll feel good. It will get better, but not if you don’t fucking move.”

Shawn’s eyebrows creased for a moment before he nodded. “Babe—”

“Fuck. Me.” It was a demand. One I panted out. It all hurt, and I needed the pain to end. To feel it all switch over to something euphoric.

The second he stopped fighting me, my eyes rolled back into my head. Shawn’s cockhead rolled over my prostate and I saw fucking stars. That had been what I’d been after. His hips set a steady rhythm and once we got going, the pleasure quickly consumed me. My dick perked up, filling again as he pushed inside again and again.

“Yes. Fuck, yes. Just like that. Fuck, Shawn.” It was all gibberish, a mess of words that I spit into the air, but God, it was all so intense. It solidified what I’d told him. Not only did I trust him, but I’d fallen for this jerk and he owned me right down to my very soul.

Shawn didn’t say a word as he thrust repeatedly, the sound of his thighs hitting my ass filling the air. Hell, I was more than vocal enough for the both of us. I was dying. Flying. Needing to be closer. I needed to crawl inside Shawn’s skin and live there.

Before I knew it, it was all over. When his hand wrapped around my weeping cock, a choked cry left my throat as spray after spray of cum coated our chests.

Shawn’s warmth pumped inside of me before he fell to the side, though he didn’t stay there long. He was quickly up, shoving my legs back into the air to watch as his release trickled back out of my hole.

“Shit. Babe. Why the hell is that so damn hot?”

I laughed. This whole thing had been ridiculous. It shouldn’t have been hot. It should have grossed me out to have him staring at me down there, but I wanted him to see me. Really fucking see me.