The Spiral Down (The Fall Up #2)(56)

“I want it too. All of it,” I whispered into his mouth.

“I need to hear you say it,” he urged.

“Fuck me, Henry.”

A loud growl rumbled in his chest, and suddenly, I was going over. My back landed hard on the carpeted floor, and Henry crashed on top of me.

Our teeth clanked as he wildly kissed me. His hands traveled over me, frantically tugging at my shirt until he was able to get it over my head, and seconds later, he was dragging my pants down my legs. The air was cool as I lay naked in front of him, but it was Henry—there might as well have been a fire crackling beside us for the way his heat engulfed me.

“Get naked,” I ordered, pushing up on an elbow to watch.

But, for once, Henry didn’t seem in the mood to put on a show. He was naked and straddling my hips before I had the chance to enjoy the view. Folded over, he kissed his way up my chest to my neck. Our erections ground together, sending sparks shooting down to my balls.

I lifted my hips, desperately seeking more friction.

“Easy,” he soothed into my ear. “This is not going to be a fast f*ck, Evan.”

I groaned in both frustration and excitement.

He chuckled, raking his teeth over my earlobe. “It’s going to take me a little while to get you ready, but I swear you will f*cking enjoy every second of it.” Arching his back, he made room for his hand to squeeze between us and grip my cock.

“I’m ready,” I mumbled as though it were a curse when his thumb spread a bead of precome around my head.

“You’re wrong, but if you think you are, then the next half hour should be torture.”

He wasn’t wrong.

I lost track of how many minutes passed as he alternated between kissing me and working my cock with his hands and his mouth. Every so often, his damp fingers would drift down to my ass, teasing my rim before disappearing. I almost came at least a dozen times. It was a sheer force of will that kept me from emptying down his throat when the tip of his finger slipped inside me. It was agonizing, but there was no way I was complaining.

Well…at least, not until he got up and walked away.

He returned seconds later sporting a sexy smirk that made me want to be the one f*cking him, but my ass clenched as I caught sight of him pouring lube into his hand with the square packet of a condom clamped between his teeth.

“I thought there wasn’t anything else in your magic bags,” I joked as he kneeled beside me.

“There wasn’t. I pay a little gay fairy to follow me around with condoms and lube. It’s a perk of being rich.”

I laughed, but it ended on a curse when his slick hand slid over me from base to tip. The condom landed on my stomach just seconds before his mouth covered mine.

“You’re killing me,” I groaned as he fisted my cock.

“It’ll be better this way. I swear.”

I reached out and gripped his hard-on. “I don’t need better. I just need you. Inside me. Now. Stop f*cking around.”

His eyes were wary, but biting his lip, he nodded in understanding.

My whole body seized as his hand glided down my crease and circled the sensitive flesh. It had been too long for me. I’d loved to bottom with Shannon, but I’d never let anyone else touch me like this, not even the women I’d been with over the years.

And this was Henry. That alone had me perilously close to losing it.

“Relax,” he urged, using his other hand to generously drizzle lube over my balls until it dripped down to my ass.

“Oh God…” I trailed off, throwing an arm over my face.

The anticipation was killing me and once he was inside me, I wasn’t going to last more than a second. But I wanted that one f*cking second with him stretching and filling me more than I’d wanted any orgasm in my life.

Misreading my reaction, he stilled his finger and used his other hand to remove my arm from over my face. I hated the look in his eyes. It was all wrong for what he was doing to me. The heat and feral desperation that usually filled his gaze had disappeared, leaving something hollow behind.

It pained me.

“Henry, wait,” I said, sitting up, but I didn’t have a chance to ask him what was wrong before one of his fingers filled me. “Fuck,” I breathed, falling back down.

My lips fell closed as he worked my ass with one finger and his other hand followed the same rhythm over my dick. It was overwhelming and intoxicating—but not nearly enough. I wanted the sting as he penetrated me. I wanted his breath on my shoulder as he pumped into me, giving me back everything I’d lost all those years ago.

And I wanted it from him.

Only him.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

My eyes popped open just as he added another finger, deliciously stretching me in preparation. I barely managed to hold his gaze as he curled his fingers and nearly sent me flying over the edge of release.

A knowing smile tipped his lips and his blue eyes branded me as he promised, “This doesn’t make you gay, Evan. It just makes you mine.”

I f*cking hated labels. Always had.

But maybe that was because no one had ever given me the right one.

At least, not until that moment.

Gay. Straight. Bi. None of them fit me the way mine did rolling off Henry’s tongue.

Suddenly, it was the only label I’d ever wanted.