Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

Xavier

He’s a good man.

There had only been two other times my heart had ever felt so full—the day Dexter was born and the day we got to bring him home from the hospital.

He’s a good man.

God, he really fucking was, wasn’t he?

Sticking by me through my journey to sobriety. Helping me into it in the first place. Hell, pushing me to be a better man when it came to my kid and repairing the damage from my past with him. Coming to terms with my PTSD and what happened during my military career.

Gage was a one of a kind gem that I honestly never deserved to have, let alone keep all for myself. He deserved someone way less fucked up than me and yet, he’d told me plenty of times that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He got along with my kid, despite his standoffish nature. Made him laugh .

How the hell did I earn a man like Gage?

Rolling out of bed and kicking off my covers, I slapped my hand on the nightstand next to the bed until I felt the familiar shape of my phone. Lifting it up, I sent off a quick text to Gage to see if he was still up.

When the response came a minute later, beckoning me to his room, all I felt was the giddiness of a love sick teenager sneaking out late to meet up with my boyfriend.

Thankfully, the house was quiet when I opened the door to my room.

Across the way, Dexter’s door remained closed with him, hopefully, already asleep inside. While we’d turned in a little early after dinner, I figured that given our traveling this morning and our hike around the city, all of it would’ve tuckered him out in no time.

Gage’s door was already cracked from the jam, allowing me to slip inside and close it behind me without making a single sound. He was sitting up in bed waiting for me, his hair still damp from a shower, the lamp on his nightstand dimmed to give the room that perfectly romantic ambiance he was constantly joking with me about over the phone.

I went to him quickly, lifting him up from the bed at the same time as he reached for me to wrap his arms around my waist. Our lips crashed into each other, both of us hungry for a taste of what we’d been dying to have over the past few months.

A small moan rumbled up his throat, quickly cut short when I tilted him backward onto the bed and laid him flat on his back. Our hips ground into each other almost of their own accord once I was on top of him, one of Gage’s legs coming up to hook around my left side.

Ripping my lips away from his, I grabbed at his jaw. “I might have to gag you.”

I loved how loud Gage got but scarring my poor kid with the sounds of his dad pounding ass was the last thing I wanted.

“Fuck,” he whimpered.

“Think you can behave for me?” I licked a line down from his lips to his chin where stubble was starting to come in. It prickled my skin, sending a shiver racing down my spine.

“No.”

Well, at least he was being honest.

Leaning back, I searched Gage’s room for anything that I could use to stuff into his mouth for the time being. There were only a few more precious minutes I had left with all of my brain cells before I devolved into that of a caveman.

Under me, Gage rolled his hips into mine again, causing us both to gasp.

He was such a shit when he was horny.

Before he could utter another sound, my hand quickly slapped over his mouth, muffling it. “You’re killing me.”

His eyes twinkled in the dim light.

Looking down at him, I noted he was barely wearing anything. Just a simple cotton t-shirt and a pair of loose boxers that were doing absolutely nothing to hide how aroused he was. Honestly, I wasn’t much better off in my sleep shorts, the front of which was jutting out from my hips.

Taking my hand off of his mouth and untangling his leg from around me, I slipped myself off of the bed and grabbed a hold of hips, using them to help me flip him over onto his stomach. Gage was already propping his ass up for me by the time I had my t-shirt stripped off and my sleep shorts tossed onto the floor.

“Head in the mattress, baby.” Using both of my hands, I grabbed onto the ass that had been teasing me since damn near bright and early this morning, both cheeks fitting in my palms perfectly while I squeezed theme a few times.

Perfect.

So goddamn perfect.

Gage’s back arched beautifully, leading me to have to bite down on my tongue hard enough to hurt in order to hold back a moan teasing at the back of my throat. Letting go of his ass, I quickly slipped his boxers down his thighs.

He kicked them off one leg at a time, slipping his body forward on the mattress until his upper half was flush with it while he kept his lower half propped up for me. He was such a fucking sight to see, tempting me into wanting to take a picture for my private folder for when I was back home and lonely with only my hand to keep me company.

“Drawer,” he said, lifting a finger to point at the one next to his bed.

Leaning over to it, one hand already fisted around the base of my cock, I tugged it open. A single bottle of lube was inside, haphazardly thrown from the last time he’d used it the night before my flight over here when I’d told him to send me a picture of his fingers in his ass for me.

“You’re so good at reading me,” I said, grabbing the bottle and shoving the drawer closed.

“Xavier, I need you so fucking bad.” He whimpered again.

“I know, baby. One more second, I promise.”

He was being so patient, letting me get a good look at him before I gave him even a modicum of relief with my touch. Snapping the cap open on the lube, I drizzled a good amount down my cock before tossing it onto the bed.

While working it over myself, I leaned in and planted my mouth right over his hole, delighting in the muffled squeal as Gage buried his head back into the mattress again. I swirled my tongue around his puckered opening, teasing him with the tip before retreating to lap up at his rim again.

His hips gyrated back against my mouth, trying to get as much friction as possible. My hand ached to slap at his ass cheek, to give him a little pain with his pleasure just as he liked. The problem was that my slaps were never quiet and clapping him good and loud on the ass was the only way to do it.

I wasn’t into those love taps. A handprint needed to be left behind to appreciate in all its rosy pink glory for it to actually have been worth it.

Before I let myself get too carried away with my thoughts, I popped my mouth off of him and gave him a quick nip, then leaned back. I propped my leg up on the edge of his bed frame, tucking my foot between it and the mattress on top to keep me steady while I caught his hip with my free hand to hold him still.

He groaned at that, already anticipating me sliding into him.

“You’ve been keeping yourself nice and ready for me, right?” I asked, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it from his mouth anyway.

He tilted his head to the side, mumbling out a tangled ‘yes’ that was mixed with a quiet moan.

“Good,” I praised, sliding the tip of my cock around his hole to coat him generously. His hole was already fluttering, desperately trying to catch my cock with every pass over his pucker.

Finally, I pressed against him, letting myself dip into his hot center slowly. Apparently, Gage was a little less patient than I’d given him credit for and all but slammed himself back against me.

“Fuck…” came my hissed curse, as I nearly erupted right then and there.

This man is truly going to be the death of me.

My balls ached with the need to just let it all go and flood his insides, throwing all of our careful prep right out the window like we were a couple of virgins on our wedding night. My fingers tight on his hip, I held him in place until I could calm down enough not to actually come the second I moved again.

Which I’m sure he’d love to brag about.

Bastard.

Blowing out a long breath, I rolled my hips back until only the head of my cock was seated inside of him. Then, I slammed forward, pulling him back onto me in the same singular motion that had me burying myself as deep as I could go.

His body jolted, both of his hands fisting in the sheets while he kept his face down against the mattress. I rocked my hips again, mimicking the motion from before as his tight heat gripped me perfectly, squeezing when I bottomed out, my hips pressed tightly against the globes of his ass.

This was what was perfect about Gage. His body was so attuned to me that it knew exactly what I needed.

One of his hands untangled from the sheets, coming around to reach between his legs. I slapped his hand away, grabbing onto his cock with my own.

“Mine.”

No way was he coming before I told him he could.

He tried to rock back against me, not getting very far when I dug my fingers into his hips again, my nails leaving crescent shaped red marks in his skin. He was trapped in my rhythm game, completely at my mercy just like we’d both been fantasizing about for the past few weeks.

“You missed me filling you like this, baby, didn’t you,” I whispered, moving my hand down to cup his balls and squeeze them.

He choked out a moan, grabbing onto the sheets again out of desperation.

“That’s it.” A small grunt worked its way up my throat. “You’re… mmmm, so fucking tight.”

Fuck, I was not going to last.

I’d been without him too long. I wasn’t used to how fucking incredible he felt wrapped around me like this. I could only get myself off so much, my hand paling in comparison to the real deal.

Moving back up to fist Gage’s cock once again, I stroked him in time with my thrusts as I pounded my hips against his ass. His body braced against the bed, taking each thrust with his unmoving form.

“Oh fuck,” came tumbling out of my mouth, just as the first spurts of cum shot out of him and drizzled all over my fingers.

I followed closely behind, slamming into him one more time before stiffening and letting myself come inside of his tight heat. Both of us collapsed onto the bed, toppled over in a damn tangled pile of limbs that I knew we were going to wake up sore from in the morning.

Neither of us cared, too busy catching our breath and letting the post-orgasm haze settle over us. With my hand still wrapped around his cock, I pressed soft kisses along his shoulder and neck before burying my face there.

He let out a content sigh, relaxing under me.

“Love you,” was all I could mumble before letting my eyes slide closed.