Chapter 5 #2
I leaned in, flicking my tongue out to taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. Jeremy’s hands fisted in my hair, a low groan escaping his lips. I took my time, exploring every inch until I finally wrapped my lips around him.
I hollowed my cheeks, drawing him deeper, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. His thighs trembled beneath my palms as I established a rhythm that was slow and worshipful. I took him to the back of my throat, swallowing around him.
His fingers tightened in my hair, then loosened, as if he didn’t want to hurt me. His eyes fluttered closed, his jaw going slack as a ragged “fuck” escaped his lips, followed by a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan.
When his hips began to stutter, I pulled away despite his desperate pleas.
“Not yet,” I whispered, rising to my feet and guiding him to the bed. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
He followed without a word, sinking onto his back, his chest heaving, his cock flushed dark and wet.
The mattress creaked as I joined him, reaching toward the nightstand.
The snap of the lube cap echoed in the silence.
He spread his legs wider as I settled between them, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
I slicked my fingers and circled his hole.
When I slid in, his back arched off the bed, a full-body shiver running through him.
I worked him open slowly, watching his face for every reaction. When I curled my fingers just right, Jeremy’s entire body jolted, and his eyes flew open.
“There?” I whispered, and he nodded, squeezing his eyes shut again just before a strangled sound escaped his throat.
I pressed against that spot again, more deliberately this time, and his hips bucked involuntarily.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Yes, right there.”
I kept my touch where he wanted it, varying the pressure and rhythm until his cock leaked steadily against his stomach.
When I leaned down to lick a bead of pre-cum from the tip while sliding a second finger inside him, Jeremy’s hand shot out to grip my shoulder, his fingernails digging into my skin.
“Harrison,” he rasped. “Please.”
I smiled against his hip, adding a third finger, scissoring them to stretch him further, making sure to keep messaging that spot that made him writhe beneath me.
I added more lube, my eyes never leaving Jeremy’s face, watching for any sign of discomfort. I saw only need and desperation.
I positioned myself at his entrance, wanting to see his face, wanting to watch his eyes as I slid inside him.
But at the last second, Jeremy twisted away, flipping onto his stomach and bracing himself on his forearms.
My chest tightened. He couldn’t face me. Wouldn’t face me.
“Like this,” he growled, glancing over his shoulder. “And don't you dare be gentle.”
I nodded, my throat dry. The covers rustled as I moved closer, one hand steadying his hip where a faded scar curved around the bone. I pressed my cock against his hole, feeling him tense.
“Breathe,” I whispered.
He let out a long, slow exhale, his shoulders dropping as I eased forward, inch by incredible inch, as Jeremy’s body yielded to me. He groaned loudly, his hands fisting the covers, his body taut as a bowstring.
I slid in deeper, Jeremy’s body enveloping me completely. I leaned down, pressing a careful kiss to his shoulder blade, feeling the shiver that ran through him.
I began to move then, my hips pulling back slowly before snapping forward again.
I set a steady rhythm, my body fucking into his.
My hands roamed over his back, his sides, his hips.
He’d urged me not to be gentle, but I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down to drop a line of kisses along his spine.
“Fuck me already,” Jeremy rasped, his voice rough as gravel as he braced his hands on the headboard and pushed back against me.
I drove into him harder, my hips snapping forward with more force.
I reached around, wrapping my slick hand around his cock, stroking him in rhythm with my thrusts, his body tensing as I brought him to the edge.
His back arched, his muscles bunching. A strangled cry was ripped from his throat as his ass clenched around me, desperation evident in every garbled plea for more.
I leaned down, my chest flattening against his back, my lips brushing against his ear. “Let go," I whispered, trying to mask the emotion in my voice. “Let go for me.”
His head shook violently. “Not yet,” he grunted. “Not … fucking … yet.”
I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. I understood his need to hold on, to make this last. If this was the only time I was going to get to do this with him, I needed it to last, too.
I slowed my pace, trading urgency for tenderness, my hands stroking him gently. I peppered kisses along his shoulder blade, the nape of his neck, tasting the salt of his skin, and feeling him soften beneath my lips.
Heat pooled in my belly, a burn that threatened to spill over any second. Every nerve ending buzzed, but I held back, wanting to prolong this—wanting to stay connected to Jeremy for as long as he’d let me.
But Jeremy had other ideas—he pushed back against me, fucking himself on my cock with loud, guttural grunts.
My control snapped.
“That’s it,” I urged, working my hand faster. “Take what you need.”
“Harrison," he groaned, and I felt the spasm roll through his body. "Fuck, I’m gonna …” His ass clamped down around my cock as he convulsed beneath me, hot jets of cum spurting into my palm.
It was enough to send me tumbling over the edge after him.
I thrust deep one final time, sparks erupting behind my eyelids as my orgasm barreled through me and I emptied into him.
I collapsed onto Jeremy’s back, my body slick with sweat, both of us gasping for air. After a moment, I eased out carefully and rolled onto my side, pulling Jeremy with me and praying he wouldn’t fight it.
We lay together in silence, chests rising and falling in unison, the glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows on the frost-streaked window. Outside, the wind howled against the windowpane.
I wanted to say something profound, to put into words the emotions swirling inside me. But I knew that would only break the spell, would only serve to remind us of the reality waiting for us outside this room once the storm blew over and he could trudge back home through the snow.
So I stayed silent, my body wrapped around his, memorizing the feel of him, the scent of him, the sounds he made. The memory of tonight would have to last me a lifetime.
Jeremy’s breathing gradually slowed, the tension in his shoulders melting away with each exhale. The permanent crease between his brows relaxed until he looked eighteen again, free of anger and regret.
I braced for the moment he’d pull away. Instead, he shifted closer, curling one muscular leg over mine and nestling his face against my neck. His beard grazed my collarbone as he burrowed deeper into my side, fitting himself against me like he belonged there.
“I missed you, Harry,” he murmured, his voice already thick with approaching sleep. “So fucking much.”
Harry.
A name he hadn’t called me in years. One that belonged to a boy with skinned knees, secret hideouts, and summer nights that stretched forever.
Something fragile bloomed in my heart. I’d been so certain this was an ending, our final chapter. But maybe, just maybe, we were turning to a new page instead.