Chapter 36 #2
My heart stutters and then soars when one of his hands glides forward from my ass, stroking over my hip, slipping around to grasp hold of my shaft.
At the same moment as I suck in a whimpering gasp against his mouth, another of those raw, needy groans spills from him, hungrier and more broken than ever, and instantly, his hand is working over my length, twisting and stroking.
His body is moving now, rocking and thrusting his dick into my hand.
“Sit back,” I gasp into his mouth, giving his shoulders another shove, pushing him down to sit against the headboard as I move with him, straddling his lap once more and pushing his hand away from where he’s still working me over.
A disappointed sound breaks from him, but it only lasts a moment before I’m grabbing his hand and linking our fingers to bring them together around our shafts.
I really had meant to do what I’d said and be the one to get both of us off on my own, but the moment Myles touched me, that had all gone right out the window.
And now that I’ve felt his hand on me just once, like everything else to do with him, I know I’ll never be able to get enough.
Instead of cringing away from me, he wants to touch me.
He—ohmigod—he’s totally getting off on it.
The first touch of Myles’s dick against mine has my toes curling and my body arching into him.
Pleasure snaps through me, racing up my spine and shivering down my limbs as a coil of tension pulls tight just behind my balls.
His hand that’s still cupping my ass convulses, squeezing with delicious pressure just bordering on pain as his cock jerks against mine, spilling a fresh trickle of precum down his crown.
“Oh fuuck, Charlie,” he gasps, and I realize we’re both looking down, foreheads pressed together, watching as our joined hands work over our cocks. “How—” a ragged moan, and I can feel the quiver of his muscles. “—how does this…feel…so good?”
I know exactly what he means. Dripping and slick as our dicks are, it’s not quite enough lube, and there’s still a dry drag of skin on skin, but that does precisely nothing to diminish the fact that nothing has ever felt like this before.
Every tiniest movement has pleasure barreling through me so intensely, so overwhelmingly, that I know I’m never going to last.
But had I ever really expected to? Honestly, it’s a miracle I didn’t just explode the first moment Myles touched me.
“It’s because…it’s…us.” My breath is shallow and choppy, and together, the movement of our hands is jerky and frantic.
Myles moans again, nodding against my forehead. “Us,” he echoes as he shifts restlessly under me.
His hand on my ass slips lower, cupping the fullness of my cheek as his fingers stroke just shy of my crease, and it’s too much for me. My hips snap, thrusting my dick into our combined grasp, dragging it along his shaft.
Next moment, we’re both moving, rocking and rutting against each other. My arm is around Myles’s neck, leveraging us together, clinging to him as I fight to hold back the orgasm that’s building so powerfully in me with every fresh sensation.
“Charlie,” Myles whimpers, eyes falling shut as his cock pulses and swells against mine, the sexiest, most perfect thing I’ve ever felt.
“Ohhh that’s right,” I groan, fingers digging into his shoulder. “Let me…see you come for me, baby.”
The endearment slips unintentionally from my lips, and the next moment, his body tenses, gorgeous muscles straining, shuddering as his dick jerks in our grip.
He sucks in a gasping breath, gripping my ass as he clings to me, and I can’t look away from the ropes of cum bursting from him, hitting my chest, pouring slick and hot over our hands as he quietly moans through his release.
His cum turns the pumps of our hands slick and effortless. Our movements are noisy now, slapping and squelching obscenely until Myles pulls back, dropping his dick and tugging his hand out of mine to take hold of my shaft on his own.
His breath is ragged and shallow and his length still hard and twitching where it rests, sticky and hot against my thigh when my balls give a warning pulse.
“Ohmigod, yesss,” I moan, rocking in his lap, adding the roll of my hips to the gliding of his hand over me. “Make me come, Myles.”
My body has been hovering on the edge so long, the pleasure so intense, that my vision blurs.
My breath catches in my throat as my muscles lock up before all that tension and sensation crashes through me, dragging gasping whimpers from me as Myles surges forward, claiming my lips and holding me tight.
The next thing I’m aware of is the warm, perfect heaviness of my body draped against Myles’s.
He’s leaning back against the headboard now, holding me with one arm around my waist. His other hand is stroking through my hair.
Both our chests are heaving, and between us I can feel the sticky wetness of our combined releases.
When I lift my head from his shoulder, the breathless smile he greets me with is totally dazzling.
Warmth and joy bloom in my heart as I wrap my heavy, limp arms around his neck, nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder, closer than ever. My fingers trace patterns over his skin, and he sighs heavily, bringing his cheek down to rest on the top of my head.
“Your hands feel so good on me,” he whispers after a moment. “I can’t get enough of you touching me. I know we need to clean up,” his arm around my waist tightens, like he’s already trying to stop me from going, “but just stay a minute, okay? I’m not ready to let you go.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” I press a kiss to his collarbone, and he sighs again, leaning farther back against the headboard as I melt into him.
I’m not sure how long goes by before he whispers against my hair, “We have to talk about that.”
That warmth and happiness seep out of my heart as quickly as they’d come, because he doesn’t need to explain for me to know what he means. “I know.”
“Are you worried we’re making a mistake?”
It would be so easy to read anything into what he’s just said, but he’s holding me so close, stroking his fingers through my hair so softly, I know there’s only one thing he can mean.
“You mean is us being together like this now going to make it hurt more when we both leave this summer?” That’s what I say at least. Thank goodness, because what I don’t say is too much.
Do we actually have to leave? Couldn’t we both just…stay?
The thing is, Myles hates being trapped in Riverside.
He loves the forests and the river, but he spent his whole life itching to be out of here.
He’s made travel his life, and the only reason he came back here is because fixing up and selling his dad’s house will give him the resources to make that chosen life easier.
Nothing in the world could make me ask him to give that up.
Me though? I loved Riverside growing up, and I love it even more now.
I love that I recognize everyone, by sight at least, if not name.
I love that, even though my little rental is right on the highway, long minutes can go by without a single car passing.
I love my students, and I love that they know they matter to me.
Maybe I don’t know the forests as well as Myles does, but I love being surrounded by them. I love the sound of the river and the smell of the trees. They make me think of…him.
Which is why, when he goes, I can’t stay.
Especially not now.
Riverside without Myles when he was my unrequited love and long-lost best friend was always going to hurt enough.
I’d known this, and I’d come anyway. But Riverside without Myles now that I know how his lips feel on my skin and what he looks like coming apart in my arms; now that I know, if it weren’t for our inevitable separation, we could have a chance at a real future together, would shatter my heart in ways that could never be fixed.
“Do you think it will?”
I lift my head from his shoulder and meet his eyes.
“It’s going to hurt whatever we do in the meantime, Myles.
But I’ve spent the last ten and a half years missing you like a piece of me torn from my heart, and as long as you promise not to disappear from my life again, nothing is ever going to hurt like that. ”
His face crumples softly at the brutal honesty in my words.
“You know I forgive you,” I unlink one of my arms from around his neck to cup his cheek in my hand.
“You know I understand now. What I’m telling you is that I trust you, Myles.
However much it hurts when we leave here, I trust you to stay in my life, even though I know things between us will have to change again. ”
The softness and affection that wash over his face at those simple words means everything, and even though part of my heart is already breaking a little, the sight of him looking at me the way he is right now makes me feel more right and whole than I’ve ever felt before.
“I just want to be with you,” I whisper. “And I’d rather have all of you for only a few months than never at all, no matter how much it hurts when it ends. If you feel differently though—”
He’s shaking his head, both hands cupping my face.
“I don’t.” He leans in, brushing a sweet kiss over my lips.
“I’ve always needed you, and I’m not giving you up until I have to.
And Charlie,” his eyes scan my face, so serious, it’s like he’s trying to use them to pour the honesty of his words straight into my heart, “you will never lose me. I don’t know what our future looks like, but I promise you, I will never disappear from your life again. ”