Ex-Daredevil by Zoe Lee

Chapter 39

Gavin

Late in the afternoon, Eliott and I were finally alone at his house.

Our house.

My heart had been racing off and on all day, the most nerve-wracking rush of adrenaline and joy I’d ever felt in my life, even more than BASE jumping or scuba diving near sharks. For most people, that physical reaction was a sign of danger or panic, a biological warning system. But for me, it was a sign that I was right where I wanted to be, right where I should be, because complacency was my enemy. There had been big breakthrough moments with Eliott, like the first time he’d bottomed, and little moments, like when he brought me socks because my feet were cold. In those moments, I’d wondered, was this it? Had we learned each other so well that there wouldn’t be any more surprises?

But I’d never wondered for long, because Eliott had bottomless thoughts, a trillion intriguing and sweet and sad nooks and crannies that I loved exploring. I had always been confident that I was interesting, but it had always been anchored in the interesting things I did, like whitewater rafting or working for Barley. Before Eliott, no one else had been interested in who I was. He wanted to know what I was thinking and where those thoughts came from, and he loved when I led him through the leaps and curlicues of my experiences.

So this was exactly where I was supposed to be, and I wanted to tell him again, now that we were alone and my belongings were at least stacked neatly in the right rooms.

We were on the couch, Eliott kicked back with his feet on the coffee table, me lying with my head cradled on his thighs. We were discussing where to hang my art and photos and whose set of dishes should be the everyday ones. They were topics I would have considered as exciting as death a year ago, but they made me soar with happiness now.

“Eliott,” I said, wiggling so I could meet his curious gaze.

“You don’t like my idea for a new his-and-his medicine cabinet?” he asked mildly.

I tilted my head back into his touch when he started to gently detangle my hair tie so he could rub my head and slide his fingers through my hair. “No, I’m super into that. I just wanted to say,” I began, not nervous but with the same thrill I got before I leaped off a cliff.

But into the space where I was trying to… I wasn’t even sure, sum up everything I felt and everything I wanted, Eliott curled down and kissed my lips sideways, then my chin.

“We’ll have to properly christen the place too,” he murmured, angling his head sharply so our eyes could meet. “Every room, every piece of furniture. Sturdy piece of furniture,” he amended quickly, rattling the delicate table next to his end of the couch to demonstrate.

“I’m trying to be romantic,” I complained, but I knew I didn’t look mad about it.

His eyebrows raised to provoke me, but he relented. “Go ahead then, woo me.”

“I just need you to know,” I blurted out, woozy from not dressing it up this time, “I’m just… really glad you do accept me. And so happy that you love me too.”

My ribs were vibrating with nerves, but Eliott only nodded slowly and swept one hand in a firm, settling touch from my hip up to my heart. “It’s a gift and I’ll never forget it.”

I gulped and threatened my eyes with hot pokers if they didn’t quit watering.

“And also,” he went on, a glint coming into his eyes, “I knew you made up that excuse about needing your skydiving gear back from me the night you called me out of the blue.”

Gasping in outrage, I wriggled around until I could plop myself onto his lap.

“Admit it,” he taunted, his fingers wedging into my tight leggings and trailing over my ass in another kind of taunt. “Admit you couldn’t get me out of your head after we met.”

“Met,” I mocked with a wicked grin, grinding down onto his growing erection as subtly as one can grind, “I admit I wanted to go a second and possibly third round with you, yes.”

“Please.” He shifted a bit, and then somehow was hauling me into his arms and hauling himself up off the couch at the same time, with barely a grunt. “You fell in love at first sight, just as much a daredevil in love as you are with skydiving. You just didn’t know it yet.”

I nipped sharply along his throat, then nearly split my lip on my own teeth when he lost his grip at the sensation and sent us careening into the bathroom door frame.

Once I I got my feet on the ground, I dragged him into the shower, heedless of our clothes, and cranked on the water, laughing madly while he shrieked, “Gavin! Nooo!”

“Come on, baby, peel us out of these soaked clothes and let’s go two rounds.”

“If I slip and fall trying to get these skintight leggings off you,” he threatened as he tugged them down my waist and thighs, “I’m never negotiating on a whirlpool tub.”

That had me snickering, but I also swatted his hands away. “Safety first, Eliott!” I chastised him as if it had all been my idea. He relaxed back under the spray while I peeled my clothes the rest of the way off, then his, before I tossed them all out into the sink.

I loved his taste and how he gave up his mouth so sweetly in between taking my mouth so sweetly, and the dance was a blast, to advance and be pushed back, to see who would lead and who would top. But today, we kissed lazily, tired and a little sore from the move and unpacking, the warm water soothing, and slicked our hands over each other.

When the mood changed, it was a long, slow roll into pure desire, our every move timed for maximum effect, our thighs interlocked and our cocks trapped deliciously together between our stomachs. Eliott gripped the back of my neck and pushed me with inexorable, beautiful control into the shower wall, ravaging my mouth and moaning.

My hand flung out blindly until I found a bottle, then I aimed and squeezed it, hissing in relief when cool, slippery gel splattered our torsos and made its way onto our cocks.

“You’re not putting those dragonfly curtains up in the bedroom,” Eliott proclaimed while he pried our bodies apart just enough to get a strong hand around us both.

“Your curtains are beige,” I sneered, but also moaned, as I shuttled my hips, glorying in the way my tip felt bumping over his. “I can never fall asleep, there’s too much light.”

His hand tightened and sped up, making the water splash onto the bottom of the tub rhythmically, and he managed to counter, “Dragonflies’ dicks have barbs, it’s a hard no.”

“Why do you—ohh holy hell, yes, please don’t sto—”

Garbled pleas echoed in the shower, competing with the loud water, and I shuddered, clutching his shoulders like he was the only thing holding me together. Once it was too much for my softening cock to keep being stroked, he used his hold on my neck to urge me to my knees. I bared my throat while I got my fingers between his cheeks to tease his hole, and as soon as I dipped in it, he made an impatient, pained noise and blew over his hand.

Looking up at him, I let the water rinse away our come and said, “I will concede dragonflies don’t belong on our curtains, if you prove the barbed dick thing to me.”

“Thank you, I’ll prove it as soon as I can feel my fingers again.”

With a soft laugh, I climbed to my feet carefully and licked his chin. “Can’t wait.” I winked at him and added as I turned off the shower, “Can’t have round two otherwise.”

“Not easily,” he mused, handing me a towel.

“You’re thinking about your rope, aren’t you?” I laughed as we left the bathroom, which was as hot as a sauna since we’d been way too distracted to turn on the fan.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teased, then sauntered off.

Grinning, I sauntered right on after his glorious ass.