Page 59 of Never Will I Ever

He’s lost all rhythm now, his palm sliding over us in quick, rapid movements. My fingers dig into his hip, the other hand wrapping around the back of his neck, and I drag his mouth back to mine in a searing kiss.

It’s messy, brutal, and wholly fucking addictive.

I hiss in pleasure, my teeth sinking into his lower lip as release barrels down my spine at a break-neck speed. Unable to hold on any longer, I’m shot into the stratosphere while cum spills from my cock, landing on my stomach and chest in a sticky mess.

I gasp, trying to catch my breath while Kaleb continues chasing his own orgasm at a frenzied pace, jacking us from root to tip. He’s all rolling hips and breathless pants, and it’s a sight unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.

“That’s perfect,” he groans while spreading the cum leaked over his fingers down our shafts. “I’m right there too.”

My dick is hyper-sensitive now, with every nerve ending feeling like it’s been hit by a cattle prod, but I don’t dare ask him to stop or release me. Not when he’s this close, teetering on the edge and about to fall into peaceful oblivion.

I feel his cock pulse against mine before another round of cum lands on my torso, mixing with my own release. He works himself through his orgasm, letting out a guttural moan loud enough to wake the dead as his forehead drops to mine.

“Ohholyfuckingshit,” he moans in a single breath, lips mereinches away from mine.

Inches that feel like miles until he closes the distance with a hard, searing kiss.

His movements cease and his hand releases us, but our kiss carries on until he collapses on top of me. He shifts, keeping the majority of his weight on his elbows, and I find myself wishing he wouldn’t. I wanna be pinned down and smothered by him; crushed until I’m nothing more than finely ground powder beneath his body.

Anything to keep me in the moment, to keep the self-loathing from snaking its way in. I can already feel Shame clawing its way out of the darkest recesses of my mind, waiting in the shadows like a viper ready to strike.

I focus on Kaleb’s steady heartbeat against my chest instead, racing the rhythm of my own as we come down from our high in peaceful silence.

Out of nowhere, I’m smacked in the face with something he let slip in the heat of the moment. I’d almost missed it—I think I did when he actually said it—but now…

“You heard me in the shower.”

Kaleb’s body tenses infinitesimally before he pulls back. Two green eyes search my face for a brief second, seemingly gauging what my reaction might be, before he murmurs, “It’s possible, yes.”

I wasn’t expecting him to admit it. Kinda makes me wonder what else I can get him to fess up to. So, with a soft hum, I press further. “And is it also possible that the state I caught you in was because of what you were hearing?”

A sheepish grin pulls at his lips, but what floors me is the way his cheeks and ears tint pink at my statement. I don’t think there’s ever been a moment where I’ve seen Kaleb LaMothe embarrassed, even when he was stark naked and hard in front of me.

Though, apparently, bringing it up is enough to do the trick.

“Like I said. I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t attracted to you.”

A smile threatens to spread over my lips, but I manage to hold it back.

“Technically still are one, Mr. Don’t Come Looking For A Repeat.” I tap my fingers against his side in thought. “Are we still sticking by that threat, by the way?”

After an orgasm like the one I just had, I certainly hope that statement no longer rings true. I don’t think I’ve felt a high like that in my life, and I know I’d love to feel it again.

Disgu—

Kaleb’s laughter cuts through the poisonous thoughts, and he rolls over to his side. My attention shifts along with him, and I find him smirking down at me knowingly.

Smugly, like always. Yet, for the first time, I don’t exactly hate it.

“We’ll see how you feel in the morning, hmm?”

Considering the claws already piercing my mind, I think that’s probably a good idea.

Seventeen

Kaleb

Week Four

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