Page 91 of Carver’s Craving

“Do it. Come for me, Carver. I need this so badly, baby.” And still Styx kept going. Not rough…but not gentle either. Just relentless in his determination that we both come.

Then, just like that, I stiffened. My balls drew up. I went over the edge. Spectacularly. With an unexpected ferocity. Like nothing I could ever remember experiencing while bottoming. Almost as good as topping. And as my cum shot everywhere, Styx stiffened. He arched his neck back and let out an almighty howl.

My first thought was awe that I’d brought him to this place. The second was a vague concern for my dogs jumping up to investigate. Then back to focusing on my lover. I raked my fingers up and down his flanks. Finally, I eased my hands to his ass and squeezed. Hard.

“Oh Jesus.” He collapsed on me. Gently—but still with all his weight.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held him close.

Our harsh breaths matched each other. That said, no pooches tried to climb onto the bed. No barking or whimpering or anything like that. They hadn’t previously, but somehow tonight felt different, louder and more desperate. Perhaps just for me? Maybe for Styx?

He nipped my neck. “Jesus Fucking Christ.”

“I chuckled. “I think you already said that.”

“Well, I’m saying it again. I’d forgotten—” He drew in a harsh breath. “—or maybe I’d never known—”

I waited. After several long moments, when nothing was forthcoming, I ventured, “Never known…”

“So much pleasure was possible?” He squeaked that.

“Oh, so you’ll want to do it again?” I feathered my hand through his hair.

“Yes. I mean, once in a while. I think I still prefer bottoming.” He kissed my lips. “With you? I’ll take whatever I can get.”

I chuckled. “Such a pushover.”

“For you? Effortless. You’re such an easy man to love.” He pressed a kiss to my jaw.

I stilled.

“Oh shit.” The wince in his voice was obvious. “Did I just say something embarrassing during the post-orgasm phase?”

“Uh—” I cleared my throat. “That depends if you’re telling me that you love me. Because I sure as shit love you.” I held him even closer. He’d slipped out of me, we were a sweaty, tangled mess…and I’d never been happier.

He pulled back. His face was almost entirely in shadow. Except his eyes. “I do love you. Unequivocally. Before, I found you attractive, smart, and fun to be around. Even if you were bossing me all the time.”

To that, I chuckled.

“But now? Now I know you. I know what you’re capable of. Who you are and who you aspire to be. You seem to accept me—flaws and all.”

I pressed my lips to his. The easiest way to shut him up. When we pulled away, I smiled. “You don’t have flaws. You’re perfect.”

“Ah. Now I know we’re in the post-euphoric phase of the orgasm.”

I gripped him tighter. “Stay. Like…forever. I love you, Styx. I want you to be here until—” I swallowed.

“Let’s not think about eventual demises just yet.” This time, he pressed a kiss to my lips. “Yes, I’ll stay. Yes, I love you. Yes, let’s make a life together. Now, can we shower?”

We did. And changed the sheets. Then I held him until we fell asleep.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Styx

Ihope Carver’s not too sore.

Well, maybe a little twinge?