“No. How about we talk at your place?”
I stopped in my tracks, and our eyes met.
Poor baby, he looks exhausted.
But a glimmer of hope sparkled in his eyes.
“Come on, it’s not far from here.”
We didn’t speak until we shut the door behind us and pounced on each other.
Desperate coos escaped Vee when he fought the urge to tear my clothes with his claws and tried to undress me properly.
“Just fucking tear them. I don’t give a shit. I need you naked!” I groaned and pulled him closer. He whimpered my name, then yanked my shirt off and planted open-beaked kisses on my chest. He dragged my jeans and boxers down my legs
Oh fuck yes.
Vee sank to his knees like a priest before the altar. His feathery palms gripped my hips as he deep-throated my dick.
The knot in my chest loosened, and I sank my fingers into his comb as his sleek feathers brushed over my skin.
“Oh, Pecs,” I groaned, almost doubling over when he sucked me deeper into his warm heat. “I’m not gonna last long. I’m sorry.” His amber eyes met mine as tears streamed down his face. “Sorry, oh God.” I slowed down and brushed his tears away.
Let’s not fuck his face like a man possessed while he cries, yeah?
Vee’s fingers dug into my hips and he cooed again. It sounded like ‘Let go.’
And I did. I plunged my dick inside his wet beak, needing to come. My hips snapped forward one last time, and I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself.
“Fuck, Vee. I missed you so much, baby.” My voice broke as every single muscle in my body clenched with the brute force of my orgasm.
He swallowed and cooed around my dick buried to the hilt in his throat.
I would’ve collapsed on top of him, but he held me up. Then he cradled me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom.
Vee placed me on the bed with a tenderness that made me want to curl up in a ball and weep.
He’s here.
He took off his clothes, climbed on the bed, and wrapped his arms around me.
“I love you,” he whispered into my hair.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Vee
Nate sighed and pressed back against me, teasingly rubbing my cock up and down his crack.
Without a word, he pulled a bottle of lube from under his pillow, squeezed some of it on his hand, and spread it between his ass cheeks.
Holy. Shit.
Too mesmerised to react, I watched him get some more out of the bottle and reach back to fist my cock.
“Oh my God, Nate,” I sighed, bringing him closer with my hand on his chest. His face turned around, his mouth finding my beak in a sloppy kiss.
Not knowing what to focus on first, I barely noticed him wriggling to get in position. Nate’s high-pitched exhale when he bore down on my cock was almost too much for me.
