Chapter 38 #2
Everything in me throbs with it—unfinished, aching, too much and not enough all at once. My chest rises and falls in uneven bursts as I struggle to pull air back into my lungs, my body still wound tight even as the moment slips just out of reach.
For a second, I can’t do anything but lie there, trembling.
“Troy…” I manage weakly, my voice wrecked.
My arm falls across my face, my breath still uneven as I try to steady it. I can feel my heartbeat everywhere—my chest, my throat, even my toes.
I swallow hard, blinking up at the ceiling as I try to come back to myself. My thoughts feel slow, like they’re wading through syrup, every nerve still buzzing in the aftermath. It’s overwhelming—but not in a bad way. Just… a lot.
Troy’s fingers suddenly twitch inside me, curling at just the right angle to brush my prostate.
“You can give me one more, can’t you?” he asks, pushing them deeper. “Get yourself to the edge one last time, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I whimper, thrashing helplessly against the mattress. He fucks me with his fingers, watching me with a burning intensity, his brown eyes fixed on my face as if he can’t look away.
It’s too much. I squeeze my eyes shut, rocking down against his hand, needing more.
When his fingertips brush that sensitive spot inside me, a sharp wave of pleasure crashes through my body. He keeps stroking it, steady and unrelenting, setting a rhythm that makes my toes curl. The sound that tears from my throat barely sounds human—a choked, guttural moan of primal need.
My cock twitches, flushed and leaking, precome dripping down my shaft. I swear, if Troy keeps milking my prostate like this, I might come without ever touching my dick.
“Don’t come,” he growls, reading my thoughts. “You won’t come until I’m inside you, baby.”
My hips buck helplessly as I chase the fading edge of pleasure, even though I know it’s pointless. I can’t stop—my body is moving on its own. I’m right there, teetering on the brink, when he pulls his fingers out in one smooth, devastating motion.
A broken sob tears out of me. “F-fuck!” I hiccup, tears spilling hot down my cheeks before I even realize they’ve started.
Troy shushes me gently, his hands rubbing slow, soothing circles over my trembling thighs. “I’m so proud of you, baby,” he murmurs, his voice soft with praise, sending a rush of warmth fluttering through my chest. “You’re such a good boy, Ash. Goddamn perfection.”
He says it like he means it—like he truly believes it. Like I’m good enough for him. The sincerity in his voice only makes the tears come harder, my lip wobbling as I try and fail to steady myself.
“I’m gonna take care of you now,” he promises, hovering over me as he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. “You’ve been so good for me.”
My head is foggy as I reach behind my knees, drawing my legs closer to my chest. I don’t even care how wanton or desperate I must look. I just need to feel him, to stay wrapped up in this bliss.
He pushes his underwear down and frees himself, his hand wrapping around his length. I lick my lips at the sight, aching with the need to feel him.
He shifts over me, guiding his cock toward my entrance. His tip presses at my slick hole, my body tensing before the head pops past the first ring of muscle. He caresses my face, his eyes searching mine for discomfort as he gradually eases forward.
“Troy,” I whine, my fingers clutching at his shoulder with my good hand, my casted arm useless at my side.
“Shh,” he hushes, brushing damp hair from my forehead. “I’ve got you, baby.”
He takes his time, moving slowly until he’s fully settled, his body flush against mine. The fullness makes me sigh with relief.
He looks down at me, his brown eyes warm like amber in the lamplight. Something deeper than desire flickers there. We just breathe together for a moment, caught in the quiet.
“I love you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose.
A breath slips out of me, lighter now. “I love you too.”
He rests his forehead against mine as he begins to move, slow at first. “I’m gonna reward you for being so good for me.”
His hips punch forward, nearly knocking the air from my lungs. He thrusts into me hard and deep, pushing my legs back even further. The sound of slapping skin fills the room, his headboard knocking against the wall.
Sweat beads along my hairline, dripping down my face. I rock against him desperately, needing to feel him even deeper. My fingernails scrape down his back hard enough to leave marks.
“My good boy,” Troy growls in my ear, pummeling into me. “Come for me.”
That’s all it takes.
Everything snaps at once, the tension breaking as I come undone, my body going rigid as his name tears from my throat. Hot ropes of come unravel between our chests, my cock spasming. My hold tightens on him as I shake with pleasure, clinging to him like I can’t get close enough.
I barely register Troy chasing his own release, rolling his hips until his head thumps against my shoulder and he spills hot and wet inside me.
It takes a moment, but eventually the buzz dulls, the intensity easing as my brain comes back online. Troy’s collapsed on top of me, but the weight isn’t crushing—it’s comforting, like a warm blanket. My hand traces lazily across his back, his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck.
For a while, neither of us moves. We just breathe.
Eventually, he shifts, pressing a soft kiss to my skin before carefully pulling out of me. The loss of him leaves me blinking up at the ceiling, limbs loose and boneless, my body still humming faintly.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmurs.
I barely manage a tired hum in response as he disappears into the bathroom.
The quiet stretches for a minute or two, the distant sound of running water filling the space. I stare at nothing, feeling floaty, like I’m suspended somewhere between awake and asleep.
When he returns, he’s carrying a damp cloth. Cryptid follows him back into the room, purring happily as he settles on his usual spot at the foot of the bed.
“Hey,” he says gently, brushing his fingers along my side to get my attention.
I blink up at him, still a little dazed, and let him take care of me. His touch is gentle as he cleans me up, making sure I’m comfortable before taking care of himself just as quickly. It’s simple and intimate in a way that makes my heart clench.
When he’s done, he tosses the cloth aside and slides back into bed beside me, pulling the covers up. Then he tugs me into him, wrapping me up against his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I go easily, settling against him, my head tucked beneath his chin.
It should feel ridiculous.
I’m not small by any means. I’m a six-foot-two giant being held by a much smaller man.
But instead of embarrassment, something warm unfurls in my chest.
I love this.
The way he holds me like I’m something worth protecting. Like I matter. Like I’m safe here.
His hand lifts to cradle the back of my head, fingers threading gently through my hair as he presses a kiss to the crown.
“I’m so damn lucky to have you,” he whispers.
My throat tightens, but I don’t pull away.
“You were so good tonight,” he continues softly. “So strong. So brave. And you’re smart as hell, you know that? Don’t let anyone make you think otherwise.”
I let out a quiet breath, my fingers tightening around his soft belly.
For the first time… I think I believe him.
The thought settles deep, sinking into places that have been empty for a long time.
His hand keeps moving through my hair, slow and steady, his heartbeat a quiet rhythm beneath my ear. And somewhere between one breath and the next, wrapped up safely in his arms, I drift off to sleep.