Chapter 24 #2
I kiss him again as I stroke my fingers down the cleft of his ass, then pause over his hole. It twitches, almost begging for me to push inside.
I know this isn’t the first time he’s been breached.
Three days ago, he found the courage to show me his dildo collection, and he let me play with him until he was sobbing for release.
I know he can take it, but I’m still going to make him work for every inch I give him because I know that’s what he wants.
I know him now—better than I ever thought I could.
He gasps as I slip two fingers in at once, and his hips arch as I thrust forward until the palm of my hand cups his ass. His legs spread a little more, and he humps downward, but this time, he’s nowhere near the bed.
A sob escapes his chest. “Please. Fuck, please, baby. I need…”
I wait, but he doesn’t finish his sentence. I begin to pump my fingers in and out as I climb to my knees, and I rock my hard dick against his hip. “Tell me. Tell me what you need.”
“You,” he gasps, turning his head to face me. His eyes are open, but I’m not convinced he can see me. He looks lost somewhere in the void.
Pressing my free hand to his cheek, I kiss him until he stops trembling, though his hips are still moving in time with my fingers. “Stay with me.”
“I’m with you,” he promises. When I pull all the way back, his eyes are on mine, and I can tell he’s back. “Hi.”
I can’t help a small grin. Leaning in, I kiss him once more, then gently remove my fingers. North whines in displeasure, so I reach between his legs and grip his cock. He gasps, rocking into my fist, but I feel his dick thicken, so I let go before he can bring himself to the edge.
“Fuck. Leo, I’m going to die.”
“You’re not going to die. I will not let that happen.” My words are sharper than I mean them to be, but I can’t help it. It’s a hard trigger, and it happens all the time because it’s how North jokes.
It’s how he exaggerates.
But he’s also aware of it because he stills and quickly turns to me. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry I—”
“No.” I lean in and take him by the chin, kissing him firmly. “I know. It’s okay.” Before he can go on an apology tour, I push on his upper back so his arms collapse, and he hits the pillow. When he’s resting on his chest, I slide behind him and grab the lube.
His entire body goes still, ass in the air, waiting on a knife’s edge. I tear open the condom wrapper, then slick myself with a ton of lube because I know he likes it wet, and then I position myself against him.
“Take a breath,” I order.
He’s been filled before, but never by me. Never by another person’s cock. This is a first, and it’s not everything, but it’s something. It’s a moment I will treasure because he trusts me to do this. To be his first.
To be his forever.
Gripping his hips, I slowly push in. The head of my dick catches on his tight muscles at first, but then he lets out a heavy breath and relaxes, and I slide in an inch.
And then another. I pull back with his next inhale, and as he breathes out, I thrust all the way forward until my hips hit the globes of his ass.
We both go still.
“You’re in me,” he murmurs.
“I am.”
“Fuck,” he sobs. His voice is raspy when he speaks next. “You feel so good.”
“You feel perfect,” I tell him. I lean forward, resting my chest over his back, and I roll my hips. He gasps, his hips moving and searching for the right angle, and I kiss the back of his neck. “You are so good.”
“Leo,” he moans.
Fuck, I love when he says my name like that.
Arching my back, I slide out, then slam back in, and he lets out a shout, his hands scrabbling for purchase as he stretches his arms out in front of him. His back makes a delicious arch, and I run my hand down the center of his spine as I take him in short, heavy, rapid thrusts.
He grunts through them like he can’t help it, like every fuck is stealing his breath, and his face presses into the pillow. I could lose myself like this. I could come and fill him up to the brim if I let myself.
But that’s not what I want. This isn’t for me.
Not entirely.
Reaching down, I wrap my arm around his torso and pull. It takes him a second to understand, but eventually, he sits up all the way, back pressing against my chest. The pose feels odd because he’s so much taller than me, but he feels amazing in my lap as my cock fills him as deep as I can go.
“Oh god. I’m so close,” he grunts. “Shit. Shit. Right there.” He’s gasping now, rolling his hips, letting my cock graze his prostate with every movement.
“Ride me,” I tell him. “Ride my dick.”
He lifts up, then slams back down, and with a shattered moan, he does it again. Then again. Up and down, he bounces, moving harder, faster as I grip his hips and watch the place where we’re connected.
“Uh uh uh,” he pants as he moves even faster.
Taking pity on him, I reach around and grab his dick, then meet his thrusts with my own—harder and quicker than I’ve ever fucked anyone in my life.
“Shiiiiit,” he gasps. His legs spread wide, and it’s only my grip on his hip that’s keeping him upright as I jerk his cock. It’s thick, spilling precome like a fountain, and then I feel him throb hard.
I know what’s coming next.
My arm speeds up, and I press him down, forcing him to take me in hard nudges right to his prostate as he lets go. His head falls back against my shoulder as his arms go limp, and his moan is closer to a whispered sob as his climax rolls through him.
His ass clenches and twitches around me, and I’m nearly so lost in his pleasure that I almost miss my own.
My orgasm is a slow-rolling thunder, starting low and rising through me, transforming into a violent heat that steals my breath.
All I can do is clutch him tight and let myself spill, rope after rope, filling the condom inside of him.
North collapses first, falling onto his face, then rolling onto his side as my dick slips out. I catch the condom before it makes a mess, and I curl up at the edge of the bed, peeling it away and tying it off so I don’t regret it later.
It hits the ground with a dull, wet thud, and North bursts into laughter before wrapping around me and pulling me to his chest.
“I love you so fucking much.”
It’s too easy to twist in his arms and take the kiss I wanted to give him the entire time he was on my dick. His tongue moves slowly as it tangles with mine, and he lets go reluctantly when I pull back to speak.
“I love you too.”
“Is that getting easier?” he asks quietly.
The answer is both yes and no. It’s not as much of a fight, but the fear is still very real. Like if I tempt the universe hard enough and long enough, it’s going to try and ruin me again.
But I know that’s trauma talking. The fear is irrational, and I can’t let it win.
“It doesn’t matter,” I answer. I trace a touch over his jaw, watching his eyelids flutter closed, and he sighs, leaning into my touch. “This is what matters. I love you, and what we have is going to be it for me.”
“Mm. Yes.” He doesn’t open his eyes, but he puckers his lips, and I laugh into the kiss, letting it settle us both until we’re drifting toward a quiet oblivion that I hope will last the night.