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“All the time you need,” I say, even though we don’thavetime. Well, six more months, but that’s no time at all.
It’ll have to be enough. I won’t allow the countdown over our heads to sway my decision on how I enjoy Sav. I’ll pretend there is no deadline. I’ll pretend this won’t all be over when he leaves in six months.
Not going to think about it. Because if I do, I’ll end up begging Savage to take me with him, and what good would that do either of us?
Savage kisses my forehead and pulls me close. I put my head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat until I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Chapter Fifteen
Savage
AbelandIfallinto a pattern pretty easily. After I get off work, or he gets out of class, we meet up, have dinner, talk, or read and sleep. Sometimes with sex, sometimes without. But it’s effortless. So effortless, it’s making me want to ask him to come with me. I can’t imagine how I would go through any semblance of a life without him. I know it would be risky for him to be with me, which is what’s holding me back, but what if I tell him what the risks are? What if I tell him the truth? That he’ll probably be on the run. Would he evenwantto come? I could give him the choice. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll choose me.
I’ve also been saying what he calls my daily affirmations in his magic mirror. I’m not sure if I quite believe what I’m saying, but with the way Abel looks at me, I might start to soon.
Today is the day before Abel’s graduation. He puts on a smile when he sees me, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. I know he thinks no one will be there for him tomorrow since he doesn’t think his brother will show and he thinks I can’t come. But I will be there. There’s no way I’ll miss Abel walking across that stage, getting a degree he’s worked so hard for. I know he’s more than earned it. Abel is very talented, having made the app I needed better than I’d hoped in a shorter time than I allotted for the work to be done. He deserves to have someone there for him.
That’s only one surprise I have for him. He has two more he doesn’t know about but will find out right after the ceremony. For now, I need to get him to a better place mentally. I think a little game will ensure he’s happy when I get home later … if not a little frustrated.
Since we’ve started fucking, I’ve noticed that Abel likes a bit of kink, so I think this one will be right up his alley. I text him and ask him to come to my home office. I have a meeting with Quin and Michael later that should last an hour or two, so this little game will make him squirm while I’m gone. It’ll be hot as fuck when I get home.
When I hear a soft knock at the door, I sit up straighter and hide what I have in my hands in the drawer beside me. After I’m sure it’s put away but within reach, I tell him to enter. “There you are,” I purr when I see him. He’s so … mesmerizing. Everything about Abel draws me in. I can’t help but get excited when I see him.
He smiles at me gently and walks quickly across the office until he’s behind the desk, sitting on my lap. He gives me a quick kiss then nuzzles under my neck. “You need me, Sav?” He asks, voice muffled by how he’s tucked into me.
“Always,” I answer him honestly. I’m not sure exactly when that happened, but I can feel the rightness of it. I’ll always need Abel. That solidifies that I want him with me when it’s time for me to go. If he wants to, that is. “But for now, I want you to do something for me.”
Nodding, Abel leans back to look at me. “Anything.”
I pat his hip lightly. “Stand up.” He eyes me warily but does what I say. I maneuver him so he’s standing directly in front of me, his back to me. “Hands on the desk,” I murmur. I see a shudder run through him and he moves his hands, breathing unevenly.
Reaching around, I go for his pants and Abel whimpers, squirming in front of me. I slap his ass roughly and he groans, dropping his head. “Stop moving,” I growl. Him moving that sweet ass in my face makes me want to mount him and fuck him into next week.
He holds himself still and I get his pants undone and slide them down until they’re a few inches under his ass. I glide my hands up his thighs to his soft, round ass and up his back. From there, I put pressure on his back until his chest meets the surface of my desk.
While I reach in the drawer to pull out my supplies, my eyes are glued to Abel’s ass in a pair of red boy shorts. They’re not as skimpy as others I’ve seen him wear, but they mold to his ass perfectly with just a hint of each cheek peeking below the bottom hem. I’m not sure why the plain cotton is sexier than the lace he usually wears, but the more I stare, the harder my dick gets until it’s a painful tent in my pants. “Fuck, Abel,” I murmur, then lean forward and kiss each cheek gently.
This is not the plan. The plan was for me to pull his pants down, do what I need to do and send him on his way. I should have known when it comes to Abel’s ass, I’m not able to think straight. Just a little taste. That will be fine. Then I can continue with the original plan.
I don’t rip these panties. I love how they frame his ass, and I want to see them again so they’re safe from my terrible habit, as Abel calls it. Gently sliding them down his legs, I watch as he tries—and fails—not to wiggle. His butt moves in a gentle sway, hypnotizing me. I lean back and look at his juicy ass that hides that perfect hole between those cheeks. Spreading him open, I watch his puckered opening twitch. I tease him with a finger around his rim and hear Abel let out a small moan. I can’t have him this close and not taste him.
Leaning forward and with the barest flick, I swipe my tongue over his hole. It’s my turn to groan. His taste in my mouth and in my throat is intoxicating. I slide my chair closer to him, spread his cheeks more and feast. I lick and suck at him, teasing his hole, then fuck him with my tongue. I twirl my tongue over every part of him, from his balls to the top of his crease, over and over until he’s putty in my hands.
When he’s begging and whimpering, pushing his ass back to my face, I reach around and give his cock rough tugs. “Come now,” I say against his hole while I eat him out. Two strokes later and Abel is flooding my fist with his climax. I lick him through it, drawing out his release and making him teeter on the edge of pain. When he’s had enough, I pull back, catching him when his legs give out.
Chuckling, I kiss behind his ear while he continues to curse and moan from the aftershocks. After his breathing is almost back to normal, he turns to me with a wry smile. “You called me in here to eat my ass? That’s what you needed me for?”
Barking a laugh, I shake my head. “Can you stand?” He does, though he leans heavily on the desk. This is probably a dick move, but the thought of how keyed up he’ll be for the next few hours has my already stiff dick begging to join the party.
I clean us up with tissues from my desk, then reach beside me, grabbing the lube and purple plug with the flared base I picked up yesterday. I slick it up and put it to Abel’s ass, gently teasing his opening and waiting for him to give me the okay. “God, yesss,” he groans out, pushing back against the plug. I slowly work it into his tongue stretched hole, listening to Abel’s soft moans and deep panting breaths.
When it’s fully seated in him, I give it a slight tug to make sure it’s snug. I kiss each cheek once more, then slap his ass again. Abel squeaks, then jerks. Oh yeah, the plug will have him on edge every time he moves the wrong—or right—way. “I want to fuck you wherever I find you when I get home,” I tell him softly. “I don’t want to wait.” I slide the lube into my pocket, wanting to make sure I have some on hand when I get home.
After dragging up his panties and pants, I turn him around and push him to his knees, undoing my pants quickly. Abel waits eagerly, eyes shining and glued to my hands and the erection tenting my pants. When I have my pants down and my cock out, he dives on it, his warm, soft mouth engulfing my cock head and a few inches of my shaft. I won’t last. I’m already worked up after tonguing his ass.
Holding his head, fingers tangled in his curls, I thrust roughly and quickly into his wet and open mouth. He offers little resistance, hollowing his cheeks to suck me hard, just how I like it. “That’s my good boy. You’re sucking me perfectly, baby. You always suck me so good. Fuck, Abel.Fuck,” I groan. So does Abel, and it sends vibrations through my dick. I shove into his mouth harder, hitting the back of his throat, still surprised when there’s no gag reflex.
Abel fucking hoovers me down, sucking with abandon, moving his head down while I thrust up. The warmth of his mouth travels all over my body, lighting me up and putting me on edge. Taking my balls in his hand, Abel rolls them in his palm, then squeezes, setting off my orgasm. On a growl, I unload down his throat, a tidal wave of my come pumping out of me. Abel swallows rapidly, the contraction of his throat making me shudder with arousal and a need for more. Always more with Abel.
