Page 22 of Deader than Dead
“John… John… John…”
Bellamy’s repetition of my name between kisses as he fought to find bare skin beneath my clothes was equal parts arousing and equal parts frustrating, because I needed his hands on my skin as much as he needed to touch me. I ripped my mouth from his, tearing at my clothes like a man possessed. I’d gotten as far as kicking off my shoes and yanking my T-shirt over my head before Bellamy grabbed me, pressing his forehead to mine. “Wait!”
I stilled, every atom of my being attuned to doing exactly what Bellamy said, to being whatever he wanted me to be. If he’d asked me to pull the stars from the sky, I would have found a way to do it, or die trying. If fate had made us the perfect fit, then why had it been so cruel as to keep us apart until now? “What’s wrong?” My question was stupid when everything about this was wrong, even as it was so right.
Bellamy’s eyes were deep pools of green longing as he lifted his forehead from mine to meet my gaze. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into falling into bed with me immediately. I can wait if that’s what you want?” The slight blush was back. “We have the rest of our lives.”
A shard of pain burrowed deep into my chest. If only that were true. I pressed my hand against Bellamy’s heart, his T-shirt having worked itself back down while we were kissing. The heat of the sigil burned fiery hot against my palm. Proof of life. Proof of it only being temporary. With time, it would cool, and his heartbeat would slow. Life would drain from him until there was nothing left but the waxy corpse of our first meeting. We only had tonight. It was now or never. Was it selfish of me to take him to bed, knowing that? But then, why shouldn’t we have one night? Who would it hurt?
“I don’t want to wait,” I said. I stepped back and held out my hand. Bellamy didn’t hesitate for a second before taking it, the smile on his face saying that he wholeheartedly agreed with my decision. I led him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, switching the lamp on by the side of the bed to bathe us in a soft glow. When I turned back to Bellamy, he was studying the room as if he wanted to drink in every detail. I pulled him in for another kiss, this one softer and sweeter, as if the agreement this would happen had taken the needy, desperate edge off proceedings.
I stripped the rest of my clothes off without taking my eyes off him. It must have been nudging five in the morning, but time had become immaterial. I wasn’t going to work tomorrow. Today, I corrected myself. I was due at work in three hours. Cade wouldn’t be happy when I didn’t turn up, but I really didn’t care. I wasn’t even sure I was going back. If there was one thing that tonight had taught me, it was that there were far more important things in life than work. And one of them was standing in front of me, smiling.
Naked, I drove him backward, the two of us tumbling onto the mattress. Between heated kisses, I stripped Bellamy of his shoes and socks, and then his jeans. I left his T-shirt on. Either Bellamy had forgotten about the strange anomaly on his chest, or he was pretending he had. Either way, it seemed better to leave it covered.
Bellamy’s cock was a revelation. Just as hard as mine, with pre-cum already oozing from the tip that I had to sample. He arched his back as I slid my lips over his satiny length and took him deep. He tasted of musk and everything good, my cock begging for attention as I demonstrated the very best of my oral skills, oral skills that if the tiny moans and breathless sobs that escaped his lips were anything to go by, he fully appreciated.
My gag reflex became a thing of little consequence as I wrapped my fingers around his hips and urged him deeper. I wanted him to fuck my throat and make me his. I wanted every inch of him I could get in what little time we had. I might not be able to keep him, but I had a chance to build some memories, no matter how fleeting they might be. At least I would have then and nobody could take them away from me.
Bellamy was close to coming, his muscles trembling and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Would he be able to ejaculate? He cried out as I opened my throat and urged him deeper, finding a previously undiscovered talent for deep-throating. Fingers pulled at my hair, the tiny pin-pricks of pain just adding to the intensity.
A hot flood of liquid bathed my tongue. And even while I swallowed, I marveled at the how. It shouldn’t have been possible. But then, this entire night had been a never-ending merry-go-round of impossibilities. Maybe Crocodile had shot me in the head, and this was the afterlife? If so, there were worse realities to be stuck in.
Bellamy’s chest heaved as I licked him clean before lifting my head to study his flushed face. His eyes were open now, the green gaze on mine already taking on a comfortable familiarity. He stroked his fingers through my hair, the touch easing the slight soreness of the hair follicles he’d nearly pulled out in the throes of passion. “John?”
I smiled. There was something about the way he said my name that made it impossible not to smile. “Yeah?”
“Fuck me.”
I didn’t have to be asked twice, already scrambling for the condoms I kept in the nightstand. Eagerness and anticipation had me making a bigger job out of freeing it from its packet and rolling it over my cock than it needed to be. The lube was easier, Bellamy watching proceedings with a slight smile on his face as I coated the latex. He reached behind his head for the pillow, extracting it and tucking it under his hips to leave himself bare to my gaze as I shuffled between his thighs. Everything about him was so fucking perfect that it took my breath away.
A polite man would have fingered him first. A polite man would have asked what he needed. I wasn’t a polite man. Not in this moment, anyway. I was a desperate man who felt like I’d be the one who died if I didn’t get inside Bellamy in the next thirty seconds. He offered no protest as I lined my cock up with his pretty pink hole.
“God!” I said, the word nowhere near enough to sum up the maelstrom of feelings within me. “So fucking pretty.”
“Do it,” Bellamy urged. “I need it. I need you.”
I pushed forward, his hole stretching to take me as I breached him with the head of my cock. I was gentle, but insistent, slowly working my way inside him until my balls rested against his ass. I kept my hips still, giving him time to adjust, while I gave in to reacquainting myself with the drugging intensity of what kissing him felt like.
Bellamy escalated it before I did, his hips moving in tiny circles that searched for more friction, even as we kissed. I eased out of him almost to the point of separation, then slid back in while my gaze flicked between his face and where we were joined. His cock hardened as I gave him several more thrusts, Bellamy wrapping his hand around it and stroking. The feeling of fucking him was indescribable, like coming home, like the end of a journey I hadn’t realized I’d been on.
I was already close, Bellamy seeming to sense it without me having to say a word, his hand moving faster. That’s how attuned to each other we were. Pleasure built in my balls, our skin turning slippery with sweat. At some point, my hand had crept under Bellamy’s T-shirt, my palm pressed against the sigil just as I’d done this afternoon when I’d drawn it with my blood. Only this time, there was a racing heartbeat beneath my fingertips. And heat. So much heat.
The world blanked out as I came, pleasure replacing all the nerve-endings in my body with something more primal, something that I wanted to hold on to for as long as I could. Bellamy shuddered under me as I returned to reality, the slick trail across his toned abdomen evidence that he’d come again.
He lifted his hand, placing it over mine where it rested over his heart, only the thin fabric of his T-shirt separating us. His heart still pounded. How long would that last? Now that the flush of orgasm was receding, it was all I could think about. How long did I have with him? However long it was, it wouldn’t be long enough.
“John?”
Bellamy’s voice was full of concern.
“Yeah?”
“You’ve gone quiet.”
Extracting my hand from beneath his T-shirt, I dealt with the condom before gathering him to me. “Just thinking.”
“About what?”