Page 35 of Don't Scare Me, My Love

I couldn’t see the smile on his face, but I knew it was there.

“How can you fuck for so long without cumming yourself?” I asked, completely out of breath.

“I could have cum. I didn’t want to. This is way too much fun not to savor it.”

He fucked me for at least another ten minutes before pulling his dick out of me without a warning.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

My muscles were so relaxed that it took me a moment to do so. But as soon as I was on my back, he pushed my legs up and his dick in, fixing his gaze on me.

“Even better,” he said, leaning down to kiss me. “Do you like to be kissed when you cum?”

I wasn’t sure if my answer would make him give me exactly that or the opposite, but I went with the truth. “Cumming while being fucked and kissed is awesome.”

He grinned, leaving it open for now how he would handle that information. He pushed himself back up, holding my legs high as he thrust his dick in and out of me. Every muscle in his body moved with his hips. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back into his neck as he let out a loud moan.

His hands ran down my chest and stomach, wrapping around my cock. He moved my foreskin back and forth as if to announce that he wanted us to cum together—and hell, I was ready. He leaned forward and hovered his face over me.

“Cum for me, Nicholas,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to mine. His hips thrust as hard as they could. His hands flashed up and down my cock.

I moaned with his tongue in my throat, and as I shot my load all over my stomach, he broke free from the kiss, leaned his forehead against mine, and pushed himself deep into me. His cock throbbed as he came. We moaned and groaned into each other’s ears, almost as if we were singing together.

Slowly, he moved his hips again, kissing me one last time before he pulled his dick out and collapsed on the bed next to me, panting.

“Didn’t you want to… continue fucking me after you came?” I asked.

“Are you kidding me? I’m over thirty. I’m glad I lasted this long,” he laughed, and I joined in.

“I feel you,” I replied, reaching over to put my hand on his chest. For a minute, we lay next to each other, naked, surrounded by the mountains in that little town no one had ever heard of.

“Nicholas?” Jason whispered, breaking the silence.

“Yeah?”

“I’m only asking because I don’t want to assume anything…” He turned his head to me. “You’re going to spend the night, aren’t you?”

“If that’s okay?”

“It’s cold out there.” He wrapped his arms around my shoulder, pulling me in close. “Not that you’ll freeze to death.”

“Only little deaths allowed in your house, huh?”

“Exactly.”

SEVEN

ONE BLOODY YEAR

JASON

After our dateat the bonfire, we didn’t even try to pretend that nothing had happened. The next day, we shared a ride to the gas station. During our shift, we couldn’t take our eyes off each other, but somehow, we kept our hands and mouths to ourselves—at least until we got back to the hotel. Needless to say, he stayed another night. And another.

Seven days later, I told him to bring his stuff in because I couldn’t stand watching him go out to his car whenever he needed a change of clothes.

We both didn’t realize it at the time, but that was when he moved in. It just felt natural. No discussion necessary. As if there was no other way.

Days turned into weeks.

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