The Spiral Down (The Fall Up #2)(77)

“And what about you? Will you be giving yourself to me?” he asked seductively.

“No,” I answered.

His head snapped back, those bright, blue eyes dimming. “No?”

“I have nothing left to give. You own me. And I’m not just talking about sexually. You’ve been a whirlwind who has stripped me bare and brought me to my knees more than once. I’m not na?ve enough to believe that it will be smooth skies from here on out. The only thing I can do is swear I’ll weather any storm as long as you’re on the other side, waiting for me.”

His breath hitched and he melted on top of me. His naturally hard planes softened until we were flush.

“Jesus, Evan.”

“This—tonight—is the moment where you cease to exist and we truly begin. Tell me you trust me.” With his body still limp, I made a quick move to flip us over, but I didn’t land on top of him. Immediately shifting directions, I moved off the bed, his startled eyes tracking me. I stood to my full height and stared down at him. “Say it.”

His chest was rising and falling at an increased speed, but there wasn’t an ounce of nerves or hesitation in his voice. “I trust you, Evan.”

My world as I knew it flipped upside down with only one sentence, but for once, my heart and my soul remained firmly anchored in place—past, present, and forever.

My knees hit the floor in record speed, and I began tugging at the button on his slacks.

He didn’t delay in sitting up to join me in my frenzy.

His hands went to the top of my shirt, tearing at it until the material gave way and buttons flew across the room. Then my undershirt was peeled over my head and his open mouth landed on my shoulder while I fought with his pants.

Soon enough, we were both naked and his mouth kissed its way to mine as I knelt on the ground at his feet, one hand working his length from base to tip.

Holding his eyes, I made my intentions clear as I slowly leaned down.

His pupils dilated and his lips parted as he watched my decent with rapt attention.

“Hey, Henry,” I said and then laved the head of his cock, the taste of his arousal exploding on my tongue.

“Hmm,” he hummed down at me, gripping the side of the bed for dear life.

I licked my lips and winked. “You can consider this your spiral down.” And then I gave him the final piece of me and slid him between my lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his torso falling back against the bed as his hands flew into my hair.

His sizable length bottomed out in the back of my throat before I was able take him all, so I added my hand to his base until I covered him. Then I worked his cock thoroughly, his abs rippled making for an outstanding view.

While my tongue teased his slit, I trailed my damp fingers between his legs to the tight ring, teasing and taunting his rim as his body writhed.

There was no denying I was out of practice, but if Henry noticed at all, he didn’t let on. A symphony of curse words and my name filled the air around us as I pressed a single finger into him, his hips bucking in response. My tongue circled his tip, lapping at the bead of precome that continuously formed, while his fists twisted in the covers until his knuckles turned white.

“More,” he begged, arching his back and tipping his hips up.

I needed lube, but that would have required tracking my pants down on the floor for my wallet. And no way I was stopping. Releasing him from my mouth, I glided my tongue down the underside of his cock, feeling it twitch in my hand as I reached his balls and then below. As he realized my final destination, he lifted a leg to the bed in a silent plea.

A guttural moan rumbled in his throat as I removed my finger and drove my tongue into the sensitive flesh.

“Oh, God, Evan,” he cried.

My erection was aching between my legs, needy for a taste of what my mouth was devouring.

“I want to f*ck you so bad,” I mumbled, dropping my free hand to offer my throbbing cock a few strokes of relief.

“Then do it.” He moaned. “There’s a condom and lube in my bag.”

He did not have to tell me twice. I was on my feet, searching the front pocket of his bag, in a matter of seconds. However, I only carried the lube back to the bed.

“Have you been with anyone else since we first hooked up?” I asked, drizzling lube into my palm.

“No,” he replied with an adamant shake of his head.

I dropped my wet hand between his legs and circled his entrance. “Do you trust me?”

His hips rose off the bed and he impaled himself on my finger. “Completely.”

“No condom,” I declared, adding another finger to stretch him.

He licked his lips. “No condom,” he agreed breathily.

My cock jumped at the thought of taking him bare. I’d never been with a man without a barrier, and the idea of feeling Henry flesh on flesh was almost more than I could take. A growl tore from my throat as I snatched up the lube with my other hand and liberally poured it over my cock.

After discarding the bottle on the bed beside him, I continued to work his ass while I slicked myself. “Scoot back,” I ordered.

He quickly obeyed, moving up the bed until his feet were both flat on the mattress and his knees were bent.

I was forced to remove my fingers as I followed him forward, crawling onto the bed and then settling on my knees between his legs. His lust-filled eyes darkened as I teased my cock up and down his crack, and his body tensed as I poised myself at his entrance.