“I need you,” he says, and before I
can stop him, he’s on his knees, taking me into his mouth. His
tongue swirls down my length and I thrust into him, grab fists full
of his long bangs, push into him as far as I can go, over and over
again. His hands are the supports that keep me standing, the world
beneath me, it’s only him, and he does such wicked things with his
tongue and lips, licking me like I’m all he’s ever wanted and
sucking, humming, kneading until I come. That’s when I melt into
his arms, trembling against him, spent. His lips find mine in the
darkness and he tastes so sweet, his mouth alive with my juices,
his hands smoothing my fevered skin, my fluttering stomach. “I love
you,” he tells me, like he always does when he takes me into
him.
I kiss the words away. We don’t have much
time and I don’t want to waste it.
* * * *
Ellington is waiting for us when I lead
Dylan out of the serviceway. He’s giddy and breathless and can’t