Chapter 29 #3
“Did you just punish me?”I pant. He doesn’t answer, but his hand smooths over my hot, achy skin.
My cock is so hard, it hurts as it weeps against my stomach.
“Jesus, Michaels,” I whine. “I really want you inside me. Please. I need to come.” I don’t recognize the reddened, tear-stained face and lust-drunk blue eyes I see in the mirror.
I’m such a fucking mess for this man right now.
I watch Michaels’s reflection as he takes another generous pump from the lotion bottle and slides his lubed hand along his length, giving it a few firm strokes. Then he leans over my body again and the head of his cock nudges my hole.
I brace myself for the burn. Michaels eases in slowly, stopping with each push to allow me to adjust as he stretches me impossibly wide. While it does burn like last time, when he wraps one of his hands around my cock and strokes at the same time, I’m overwhelmed with white-hot pleasure.
“Bastian,” Michaels pants. “You feel…” His entire body is shaking, and he lets out a low moan once he’s fully seated inside me. “Are you okay?” I nod mutely, more hot tears blurring my vision. “I’m going to move now, but I’ll stop if you need me to, okay?”
I nod again.
And then he pulls out in one steady motion and slides back in. I squirm and whimper beneath him as he starts to move faster.
He reaches for one of my hands and guides it to my dick. I take over stroking, and both of his hands grasp my waist tightly as he starts to pound my ass. Stars flash before my eyes every time he hits that spot inside me.
Our skin is slippery with lotion and sweat, and we’re both grunting and moaning loud enough that I’m sure someone will hear us, but it feels too fucking good to care anymore.
His control slips. His movements become more erratic.
And then I’m done for. The orgasm hits me suddenly and with stunning strength, and I choke back a scream as it breaks over me in waves, ricocheting off every nerve in my body.
Michaels grips my hips, his fingers bruising my skin. “I’m coming, baby,” he groans and thrusts deep.
I’m so full, it feels like he might break me in half. Ropes of my own release erupt onto my abs and the counter and the mirror, and I feel Michaels’s warmth filling me.
Our tired bodies stick together as we come down from the high, and Michaels’s arms wrap around my waist and hold me steady. We stand like that for several minutes, the silence in the bathroom deafening.
“We should probably get back to the party,” Michaels finally says breathlessly.
I nod in agreement, and we clean up and fumble awkwardly for our clothing.
This bathroom isn’t particularly large, so filling it with two grown men, one being a former hockey player, is cramped at best. I manage to pull on my boxers and jeans, but as I reach for my flannel, Michaels bends over, knocking me backward into the tub.
He turns around as he pulls his shirt over his head and starts giggling when he sees me sprawled on my ass. I reach forward and yank his wrist, and he falls on top of me with a surprised yelp.
He straddles my hips and slams his hands against the tiled wall on either side of my head as I shake with laughter. “You think that’s funny?”
“I do,” I say with a shit-eating grin.
He leans forward, and just as our lips brush, there’s a loud knock at the door. Michaels jumps, his head swinging around, and we both freeze.
“Are you guys okay?” Fi’s muffled voice comes from the other side, and we glance at each other and relax.
I clear my throat. “What makes you think there’s two of us in here?”
“I’m not drunk, and I’m not an idiot, Sebastian Conner.” That was definitely Charlie’s voice.
Busted.
“Hope you were serious about coming out,” Michaels says with a smirk as he climbs off me. “Because I think we just outed ourselves to your stepsister.”
“Yeah…”
We stand and finish adjusting our clothing and hair.
I look over at Michaels, who somehow looks as calm and collected as he did before he ravaged my body. “How do I look?” I ask with a nervous swallow.
“Like I just fucked you senseless,” Michaels quips, and I glare at him as he opens the door.
The girls are waiting outside expectantly. Charlie’s eyes narrow as she looks me up and down. “Did you have something you want to share, Seb?”
“I…” My throat closes when I try to speak, but Michaels slides his hand gently into mine.
“Give us a second, ladies?” Michaels asks with his charming half smile.
Charlie gives us a curious look, but nods. He pulls me down the hallway, but just before we reach the dining room, he stops and puts his hands on my cheeks. “Are you ready for this? You don’t have to come out if you’re not ready. Your sister will understand. Fi and I will understand.”
I hang my head and lick my lips, feeling out of my element. “I’m not even bi, I don’t think,” I murmur. “I’m demi? Or maybe I’m pan, like Fi.”
“Baby, demisexual is still queer. And as someone who’s struggled to hide my sexuality from my family because they were ashamed of me, I think you’re really lucky to have these people.
Marcus and Charlie are not going to judge you, Bastian.
No one here will. They all love you.” He smiles kindly.
“But if you’re not ready, they’ll understand that too. ”
I look over at Fi and Charlie and nod my head for them to follow, and we all rejoin the group.