Page 84 of Last Light

“Oh, fuck, Layne.” His voice is strained, and he’s moved his hands back to grip my ass. “You’re so tight now. You feel so... oh fuck.” His hips have been matching my rhythm, but now they start moving on their own. Bucking up into me with an urgency that proves he’s finally losing control.

“Yeah. Oh yeah. Do it like that. Just like that. Oh God, Travis, I like it like that.” I’m babbling as I arch my back, letting him fuck me from below. I’d normally be embarrassed to be so out of control of my own voice, but I just can’t care about that right now.

Another climax is building inside me, and something else is happening to my heart.

Travis is taking what he needs in me right now, and I want to give it to him.

His fingers dig into my flesh, and his head tosses back and forth on the pillow. “Fuck, Layne. You’re so hot. So good. So good. I ain’t never...”

I want to hear how he’ll finish that sentence, but he never does. It turns into a helpless groan as his pelvis pumps vigorously.

I come again, my cry of release trapped in my throat as my body shakes through the pleasure.

Then he chokes out, “Oh fuck, darlin’. I’m gonna come. Y’need to— I’m gonna—”

He pulls me up so his erection slips out of me. He grips the base of his shaft with one hand and squeezes himself through his release, spurting semen all over my lower belly.

I fall down on top of him, and he wraps his arms around me. We lie tangled together like that for a long time, panting and sweating and clinging and wet and sloppy.

It feels so good.

So real.

His arms finally loosen, and I lift myself up.

We’ve made a real mess. Semen and blood and sweat and who knows what else.

I moan as I stare at the fluids smeared all over both our naked bodies.

Travis chuckles. “Made kinda a mess, didn’t we?”

“Yeah.”

“Pretty damn good.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll get us somethin’ to clean up with.”

“No, you won’t. You have a bad ankle. You’re still going to get coddled. I’ll clean us up.”

Travis doesn’t argue. And I hear his low, satisfied chuckle as I make my way to the bathroom for a towel.

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HALF AN HOUR LATER, I’m climbing down the cellar ladder to look for something for breakfast. I find a pack of prepper oatmeal that looks like it will taste better than the dehydrated eggs, so I go with it and some raisins and brown sugar to mix into it.

Travis is in the bathroom, so I put on some water to boil for the oatmeal. I step outside to check the temperature while I wait.

It’s warm and hazy. Like always.

My eyes fall on a dog dish on the ground outside the back door.

I’m still looking at it when Travis opens the door behind me. “Everythin’ okay?”

“Yeah. I was just looking at that dog dish.”

Travis limps out to stand beside me. “Fella must’ve had a dog.”

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