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Hangovers definitely get worse with age. That's coming from someone who is twenty-three.

God help me when I'm in my thirties.

My mouth is dry and I'm certain I didn't drink a single drop of water last night. I've only got myself to blame. I shift in the sheets and wince at the pain that lingers between my brows. I haven't plucked up the courage to open my eyes yet. I know I'm going to be blinded by the light when I do.

I continue shuffling, my arms moving around me. The bed is empty.

That has my eyes open. I grunt at the agony inside my head as I glance around the room. Declan's room.

Shit. All the memories come flooding back. My hand raises to rub my eyes, I feel my palm brush against my eyebrow and I hiss. I blink once and then twice, focusing my vision to find a plaster over my skin. Ah, yes. I fell down those stupid stairs.

It certainly wouldn't be the first time.

But right now I'm more concerned about the part that Declan is nowhere to be seen. I frown and lean over to the bedside table and retrieve my phone, I have no messages at all.

I sigh and roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling.

Declan's bed is comfortable. It smells like him. Clean like fresh laundry. It's even better than the spare bedroom. I have to admit. But then again, I'm biassed. I fucking slept in Declan's bed. Together.

After a few moments I roll out of bed slowly and stabilise myself on my feet. There is definitely still a drop of alcohol in my system, my body crying out for some water to dampen my mouth that feels like a thousand razor blades.

I glance over at the en-suite and poke my head inside to find it empty. My brows pinch even more. Where is he?

Instead of scoping out the rest of the house, I close the door and grab a cup before filling it with water and downing the entire thing. Then I empty my bladder because I have no idea how I held so much liquid in my body.

My eyes hesitantly stare at my reflection. Goodness. I look like a hot mess.

I open my mouth to close it. So do my eyes. I lower down to the floor and scout through the cupboards to find a spare toothbrush still in packaging. If I had even an ounce of energy, I'd be celebrating. But I grab it, rip it open and douse the brush in so much toothpaste that I wince when it touches my mouth.

Once my breath tastes better than a night out, I rub my eyes and head back into the bedroom. I don't have the confidence to go downstairs and look for Declan, I'm already embarrassed that he came to pick me up and I fell down a flight of stairs in front of him.

I stare at his bed and crawl back inside. I tug the sheets up to my chin and make sure that my back is facing the door. I could really do with some pancakes and a packet of paracetamol right about now.

It's a desperate want.

My eyes flutter shut and I could do with another three hours of sleep. It's not even late, only past ten o'clock. Declan could be out, doing work. But I'm going to take advantage of his bed and use this opportunity to cover myself in his smell.

As creepy as that sounds.

Fifteen minutes later the door to his bedroom creaks open and I turn rigid. I don't turn around. I don't move. I stare at the wall ahead as I see a shadow cast over it. The door shuts and the sound of something being placed onto the bedside table alerts me.

Then the bed dips and the duvet is pulled back. I feel the warmth of Declan's body instantly. I'm surprised when he settles himself beside me and wraps his arms around me, cuddling my back to his chest.

I'm not sure why I never took Declan for the cuddly type. Sure he likes to flirt but it seems like something that isn't in his nature. It's safe to say that I'm pleasantly surprised.

My lips curl as he wraps his large arms around me and moves me closer to him. His hand latches onto my arm and he traces slow and small shapes across my skin, my eyes flick down to the action and my heart swells.

Then when he presses a kiss to the back of my head, I practically melt.

I can't stop myself from moving in his hold. I have to see his face.

My entire body twists and his arms don't move, they remain clutching me close. I glance up at that handsome face and I tremble against him. Those dark eyes pin me with a stare. I take a sudden breath.

I'll leave you trembling with memories to last a lifetime.

Holy shit. I tried it on with him last night. God, I wanted him so bad.

I still do. If anything it's been amplified by a million.

Declan looks fresh out the shower, smelling divine and delicious. Suddenly I feel self conscious knowing he's staring back at me after my heavy night. Bags are under my eyes and my skin is sickly pale. Yet he's still staring at me like I'm fresh out of a magazine.

"I made you a coffee," he says deeply. "I thought you might need it after how eventful last night was."

My eyes flick between his frantically. "T-Thank you," my voice falters.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, stroking back pieces of my hair.

My entire body quakes at the gentle touch. I couldn't have embarrassed myself that much last night if he's back in bed, cuddling me. Drunk Luca definitely resembles the old Luca and it didn't quite push him away. Yet.

"Oh ummm," I mumble after I realise I've been staring and not speaking. "My head hurts a little but I'm okay. Better than I should."

The corners of his lips twitch. "You were quite something."

My eyes flutter shut with embarrassment. "Please don't remind me, please don't tell me anything I said or did. I'm mortified enough."

He chuckles gently and it coaxes my eyes open. "You were fine," he reassures me. "But I'll keep the memories to myself."

I breathe out through my nose sharply. "Thank you."

Now that I'm staring at him, his lips in particular. I can't stop thinking about his hot words last night. When I fuck you... I'm shaking now. He wants to fuck me? Holy shit. My cheeks burn with redness to the point that it aches.

"What are you thinking about?" Declan asks deeply.

My head is already shaking. "You don't want to know." I admit before tucking my chin beneath the covers

His eyes darken suddenly and the bed feels like a thousand degrees. I'm so glad he can't read my mind right now because I am taking a one way ticket to hell. "Oh," he rasps. "I think I do."

I'm hyperventilating. I can't catch my breath.

He leans closer and I can feel his breath on my lips, the fresh smell of pressed coffee and even that sensation has my core tensing. Since when did coffee breath turn me on? Oh right, when it belongs to Declan. Of course.

That's when I notice the hand that is currently clutching my back, starts to move lower. My eyes bulge out of my head at the bold action but I have to admit I'm loving it. Even if I'm crapping my pants about the whole situation.

Sucking his dick in the cafe made me feel empowered because I was the one in charge but now I'm being lasered down by Declan's dark stare, his hands wandering wherever they please. I know I'm not the one in control and I have no idea what's about to happen.

His large hand pushes me forward until I gasp, our chests flush against one another. I glance down at his jaw to find it tense and I'm no longer alive right now. "Tell me," he urges. "I want to know."

My head shakes slowly. "I can't."

"Why?"

"Because I'm embarrassed," I blurt.

We hold each other's stare for a few moments too long which is a big mistake because my cock throbs inside my boxers. Declan's hand is now tracing shapes between the hem of my t-shirt and my boxers on my lower back. It feels so good that it almost brings tears to my eyes.

"Mmm," he murmurs whilst his eyes flash a new emotion in my direction. "Are you thinking about last night?"

"Yes."

"Are you thinking about what I said I'd do to you?"

My entire mouth is stripped dry. Yet I can't take my eyes off him. "Yes."

The corner of his lip quirks and he flashes me a smile, a sliver of his white teeth gleaming at me. "I thought so," he grumbles deeply and his voice has goosebumps rising on my skin. "The blush is a dead giveaway."

Damn it.

Declan's eyes flick over my face, still a ghost of a smirk on his lips. He dips his head closer and his lips brush mine but it's not a committed kiss, more of a tease that leaves me physically breathless. "Do you want me to touch you?" His voice is still but confident.

The graze of his lips against mine has set an entire fire loose on my face. How did I have so much confidence last night? Oh yes, alcohol.

My throat tenses as I swallow. Of course I want him to touch me but I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't fucking nervous. I'm actually shaking down to my core.

"Is that a yes..." he trails off and brushes our lips once more. "Or a no?"

"Yes," my voice is strangled.

His mouth slants to the side in a successfilled smile. "I thought so."

When his hand moves from my back to the front of my chest, he bunches up my t-shirt and I begin to panic. I grip his wrist tightly and he stares back at me with concern. "I-I don't want to take it off," I admit quietly.

Declan's eyes falter for a second but he doesn't press. "Okay," he nods. "I won't take it off."

Sucking down a silent breath of relief, he pushes down the fabric but finds a sliver of skin just above my boxers. I stare up into his eyes as he brushes my skin slowly and sensually. I gasp at the sensation and he's barely even touched me.

His head moves closer but he still doesn't kiss me. He teases me with those delicious lips, trailing them down my cheek and my chin, over my lips. "Declan," I whimper pathetically. I have no idea why I say his name aloud.

"Patience," he whispers before leaving a delicate kiss on the corner of my mouth.

I attempt to lean into it but he moves back. My lips tremble. I already know that my cock is rock hard and he's touching the bottom of my stomach. I'm a fucking mess. A mess for him and right now I'm not even ashamed about it.

Considering I've been with men before, dabbled in foreplay. But holy hell, he's not even touched my cock and this feels better than any foreplay I've ever had. It feels real, it feels honest, it feels like he genuinely cares about getting me set up and ready.

Then he slips his finger inside the waistline of my boxers. I choke out a moan because it feels electric. He's still smirking at me, watching me carefully as I fall apart at the hands of him.

"So responsive," he purrs in my ear. "I wonder what you're like when I've got my fingers deep inside your ass."

I gasp so loudly that I almost scream. He did not just say that to me. He did not.

Declan's eyes find mine again. My cock twitches and it rubs his stomach without permission. "Looks like you'd like that, huh?"

"Please touch me," I murmur pathetically.

His eyes flare. "I am touching you."

"More," I rasp, pleading with my eyes. "More. Please."

Declan's low rasp of a grunt floats over my body like smooth chocolate. "Because you asked so nicely," his voice drops a few octaves and it makes me shiver.

This time his entire hand slips inside my boxers and I cling onto his shoulders for support. I throw my head back when the tips of his fingers run down the length of my cock. I'm so hard that I'm slightly concerned for my wellbeing.

"Mmm," he presses a kiss to my jaw. "Fuck. Do I turn you on this much, Luca?"

My eyes screw shut at his words. Then he wraps his entire fist around my throbbing cock, a moan falls from the back of my throat as he grips me with purpose. "Look at me," he orders and I snap my hazy eyes open to him. "Do not look away from me."

The authoritative tone in his voice almost makes me want to disobey him to find out what he'll do if I don't abide by his rules. But right now, I'm stuck in a trance. Practically lost in his eyes as he begins to stroke me.

"Declan," I whimper as he reaches the tip and pays it attention. "That feels so fucking good."

His eyes are so dark that I'm struggling to find his actual pupils. Fuck. He's enjoying this. He loves me being at his mercy. So do I.

My fingernails dig into his biceps but he doesn't flinch, if anything it makes him stroke me harder, faster. I'm a moaning mess in his arms, flinching and rolling as he pins me down with his weight and keeps me still.

Pleasure builds fast. I knew I would never be able to last long, not when his hands are made of absolute magic and he has a teasing, torturous mouth.

"Ohhh fuck," I cry aloud. "Oh God, I'm so close. Declan–"

He buries his head in my neck and nips at the skin. "Well enjoy it," he rasps as he strokes me harder, his thumb grazing my sensitive spot. "Because next time I won't be so nice."

My throat clenches. "W-What do you mean?"

I'm physically on the verge of an orgasm. Tears swell in my eyes at the heavy pressure.

"Next time," he growls quietly. "You're going to have to earn your orgasms."

Fuck. Cum shoots everywhere as he fists my cock and brings me to the most beautiful, earth shattering climax that I have ever experienced. I'm pretty sure at one point I evaporate from my body and I see myself in the bed. My entire mind is a mess.

Declan holds me tight, he lets me ride out the orgasm as I begin to thrust into his fist as if he would rip that pleasure away from me. My body fizzes and I slump into the pillow, my head falling like dead weight.

"Holy shit," I mumble.

He peels his hand from my boxers and I take a peek of my cum coating his hand. The vision makes my cock throb again and I can't believe I came that hard.

Declan smirks down at me. "I meant what I said," he says as he stands from the bed and walks to his en-suite. "You got lucky today."

My eyes follow him until he disappears and the sound of the tap echoes into the room.

I'm still catching my breath, dazed from his statement.

You're going to have to earn your orgasms.

Shit.

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