Chapter Seventeen #4
“Fuck the deal.” My fingers rush through my hair in an attempt to compose myself. “We’re alone in this cell, Byron. We both want to feel good, and you said it yourself… You hook up in here to pass the time. Pass the time with me . I promise, baby, it’ll give you what you need.”
His flushed face is painted with frustration. “Oh yea? And what do I need? ”
“A release.” I give him a pointed look. “To clear your head and drain your fucking balls. Why are you making this a bigger deal than it has to be?”
He’s chewing vigorously on his lower lip, warring with himself. Not nearly as appalled as I’m sure he’d like to be. I snatch his hand, and he lets me, eyes wide. Holding his gaze, I extend my tongue to lick a purposeful line up his index finger. And then I suck it into my mouth.
“ Mmff .” He shifts, watching me intently with a blaze in his eyes as I suck suggestively on his finger, barely a breath separating our mouths.
Byron looks astonished, and terrified, and so fucking turned on. No more dancing around this. I want to fuck him, in one way or another, and I know he wants it too, evident when he parts his lips and eases them up to mine.
Pulling his finger out of my mouth, I push it up to his. And to my own shock and awe, he sucks it between his lips. Sucking his own finger, with me guiding him.
“Byron…” I whimper, and his lashes flutter. “You are so fucking hot. Look at you, love… so unbelievably sexy, my cock is aching .”
He groans softly, whining while he sucks hungrily on his finger as if imagining it’s a cock. Maybe mine…
Tugging the finger out by his hand, I lick up the length of it again, this time not stopping until I’m flicking his bottom lip with my tongue. Then biting it.
“ Fuck , what are we doing?” he mewls, fisting my shirt with his free hand.
“Who cares,” I rush out, shoving him onto his back and crawling over him. “Stop thinking.”
“’Kay…” he sighs as he arches up to me, gaze lidded and hungry. “Please touch my dick.”
“’Kay,” I growl, reaching between his legs. His cock is full, hard and huge , and now I’m massaging that , palming it over his pants until he’s quaking. “Baby, you’re so fucking big.”
“ Uhh , shit… I think I just came a little,” he whimpers, and I chuckle breathlessly onto his mouth. “This is so hot… Why is this so hot??”
“What did I say about the thinking?”
“Sorry,” he rasps with his fists in my hair.
“Be a good boy and rub that big cock on me, Raphael,” I breathe, thrusting between his legs.
Like the other night while we were fighting, only so much better.
Deeper, hotter, greedier . His long, rock-solid dick is trapped between us while we move together, grinding, working our hips to dry-fuck like it’s going out of style.
I can’t even fathom how phenomenal it feels as my hands glide around to possessively palm and squeeze his ass.
“ Ohhfuckyeaa …” He shivers.
“You like that?” I growl, head floating off my body. “My hands on you…”
He nods fast, tightening all over.
“God, Byron… Let me fuck you, baby. I want to get you soaking wet and slide in you so deep …”
And suddenly, he’s shuddering. “Mmfffuuck… Oh fuck, Trev… Trevel .”
Is he… coming??
I think he’s coming!
Bloody hell… now I’m coming.
Out of bloody nowhere , my balls burst, and I shoot all over the inside of my pants while clutching Byron’s trembling body. Holding his hips, I press my throbbing cock into his ass so that I can come on him through our clothes. Even like this, it’s pure euphoria.
“Baby, I’m coming for you,” I whisper, inhaling his ragged breaths.
“Jesus Christ, oh my God…”
“ Ohh … Mmm, tell me about it.”
Fluttering down from the most unexpected mutual orgasms ever, we’re both panting like we just swam ten laps. Lips together, brushing. It’s nothing short of astonishing.
“So ridiculous.” Byron rests his forehead on mine. “That was like… some high school shit. How the hell did that even happen??”
“I don’t know, but I think I wet your pants through my pants.” I chuckle.
He snorts, then exhales a jittery breath. “I’m all sticky…”
“I think you’re perfect…” I sigh dreamily.
Pulling back, he locks his eyes on mine, staring as if he’s trying to find answers in my irises. I highly doubt that’s what he’ll find…
“We’re just friends… Okay?” he says softly. Not angry, or even scared anymore.
It almost sounds like he’s saying it because he thinks he’s supposed to.
I’m taken aback by that comment, though I’m not sure why either. And because I don’t have the brain capacity for anything else right now, I simply nod. “Of course. What else would we be?”
He bites his lip. “It’s just… a release. Like you said.”
“Right.”
Seemingly placated by my response, his fingers brush tenderly through my hair. An affectionate gesture that swells my heart until it aches.
“Thank you for… inviting me over.”
I blink at him, lips curving. “My pleasure.”
Peeling off of each other, we both stand slowly, exchanging timid glances while adjusting our cum-stained clothes.
“Hey, Trevel…?” he calls out, uncharacteristically soft, and I glance up.
“Yea?”
He shifts. “My favorite actor is Jared Leto. I can’t even look at frosted animal crackers because once when I was a kid, I ate too many of them and threw up…” I chuckle, and he bites his lip. “And I really… hated what we just did.”
The timid look on his face is killing me in the best way. I take a step forward, needing to kiss him at least once because, fuck me , he probably tastes like candy. But footsteps approaching shut it down before I can get to him. Byron backs away fast, clearing his throat.
And although I’m not ready to give him back, I have no choice but to let him fight me…
For now.