Chapter 32 #3
Without a word between us, only harsh breathing and need, I press back inside him. Our skin steams as the cold rain hits our hot bodies, but our shivers have nothing to do with the temperature.
Tommy shouts with pleasure as this new angle lets me fuck into him just right.
His knees shake and I tighten my grip on his neck, taking advantage of his weakness to put pressure on his throat.
He moans, turns his head and bites my bicep.
I retaliate with my teeth in his shoulder, and he yelps, cussing and trembling on my dick.
Thunder crashes, rolling through the air so hard I feel it in my lungs.
Tommy braces one hand against the wall and I cover it with mine, my fingers on top of his. He makes a weak noise of pleasure in response to the intimate, non-sexual touch. Or maybe it’s in response to the way I’m fucking him.
His other hand goes to his cock, and I love that he’s feeling far gone enough that he’s mindlessly getting himself off, not worried about whether or not he’ll perform, or whether or not this is right or wrong.
I change my grip to cut off his air, put my all into proving with my body that I’ll always pass this test, always give him what he needs.
Tommy’s head hangs and I take advantage of his exposed shoulders to leave more bite marks, more hickeys. He’s trembling so hard in my arms he’s practically vibrating. I finally let him breathe, and his heaving gasp for air is shaky and uninhibited.
“Young-gi!” He cries my name in that almost-frightened way he does when he’s about to cum, like he’s shocked and scared by the idea of it.
“You can call me Daddy when I’m correcting you,” I growl into his ear.
“Because that’s what this is. You thought I wasn’t going to keep you?
Didn’t want you? That I’d be scared off by some mess?
I’ll burn this whole city to the ground, go on the run with you forever, live a double life or a million lives, if it means keeping you.
Do you hear me, young man? You’re mine.”
“D-daddy,” he moans, his body going weak as his pleasure builds and builds. I’m fucking him like an animal in the rain, taking him, marking him, but he needs this as much as I do.
“This has to be love,” I tell him.
He clenches down on my dick when he cums, so perfect and so tight that he pulls me unwillingly into my own orgasm. I wanted this to last longer, wanted to fuck him until the rain stopped, but he feels too good.
I groan around a mouthful of his shoulder, and almost stumble as Tommy goes limp and lets me hold him up, both of us breathing like we finished a marathon.
Gently, after we have some time to come down, I pull out of his body. He spins and presses his shoulders into the brick wall, rain pelting his beautiful face as he looks up at me.
I toss my condom somewhere onto the roof, uncaring, and Tommy follows it with his gaze. Then, unexpectedly, a smile appears on his face and he laughs. Laughs so hard he holds his naked stomach. Laughs so hard some of the water on his face might be from tears.
Feeling satisfied and mystified and enraptured, I wrap myself around him, feel his laugh through my skin.
“Come on,” he finally chuckles, wiping at his face -uselessly considering the downpour. His teeth are starting to chatter, and without our rigorous activity, we’re both finally feeling the chill.
His hands are shaky and almost shy when he pulls me back under the bell tower roof. His clothes are so soaked that he needs help pulling them on, which makes me smile. Mine are mostly still on, but my shirt buttons are done for, so all I can do is tuck my dick back into my pants and zip up.
“How are we going to get out of here?” Tommy asks me, pointing to the door leading back to the church. He chuckles again. “We won’t exactly be keeping a low profile like this.”
He’s right, of course. His white shirt is indecently see-through, and my teeth marks are all over his neck.
His lips are swollen from our kisses and his gaze has that sweet-boy haze he gets after I manage to break through his chaos.
I’m not letting anyone else see him this way, that’s for fucking sure.
“Same way the brothers did.” I guide him to the emergency stairwell off to one side of the building. We make the climb down in silence, the afterglow making it feel comfortable and pleasant instead of charged with tension like I’ve been feeling the past two days.
The city streets are barren in this rain.
Anyone brave enough to be out in it is hidden under low umbrellas or running to try and get out of the rain.
No one pays us any mind as we take a long way back to where I know my car is waiting, avoiding the front of the church so no fundraiser attendees happen to see us.
Before long, I have Tommy bundled into the limo, the driver up front remaining silent about the water dripping onto the leather. It’s my car, so I’ll ruin it if I want. I’d ruin a thousand cars to live tonight all over again.
“Contact Yosef,” I order the driver before we pull away from the curb. “Tell him to watch Kira, and let her know that Tommy and I had to leave early. She can stay as long as she remains near him.”
“Yes, sir.”
Tommy sighs and leans against me, shivering, so I turn on the heat and set it to full blast.
The rain pounding against the windows as we drive, the low-level noise of the windshield wipers, the blurry city lights; it all reminds me of our drive to the fundraiser, barely two hours ago. It reminds me of my worries, and I realize–
“You love me,” I say again, like a lightbulb turning on in my mind.
Tommy stiffens and tries to pull away, but he doesn’t safe word when I keep him held close. In fact, after a few seconds of struggling, he relaxes into my hold.
“You said it back,” he accuses defensively.
“I did.”
He freezes, whips his head up to look at me. His wet eyelashes blink in surprise.
So beautiful.
“You did,” he says again.
“I did.”
We stare at each other, until finally he puts his head back on my shoulder.
“Good,” he huffs, sounding appeased. And I spend the rest of the ride home with a smile on my lips that won’t go away, like the lingering feeling of a kiss.