Page 153 of The Prodigal Son

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter with my head hanging back. He feels so good, all tight and warm and perfect. I manage to hold out longer than I expect to.

Isaac’s eyes find mine as he moves on top of me. My fingers dig into his hips while his claw at my chest. I can’t breathe or move or speak. I’m being swept up in a landslide of pleasure.

“You feel so good,” he cries out as he moves. His cock bounces with his body, so I reach up and squeeze it in my fist. He lets out a whimpering sound, and it sends me over the edge.

“I’m coming,” I say before the wind is knocked out of me by a torrential wave of euphoria.

“Fill me up,” he says with a raspy growl as he continues to bounce on my cock. The sensation steals my breath as I drive my hips upward into Isaac. My cock pulses as my balls empty inside him. Judging by the length and intensity of the orgasm, I know it’s a lot. The idea of my cum leaking out of him only adds to the pleasure of my climax.

My body collapses against the bed. I’m still buried deep inside him as he replaces my hand with his and strokes his cock with vigor while staring into my eyes.

It only takes him a moment before his own climax hits him for the second time tonight. He groans loudly with what’s left of his voice after a long night of performing. Warm, wet jets of his release land on my chest. I wear them like a badge of honor.

When he eventually lifts up, I make him do it slowly so I can watch it drip down his leg.

“I know we should clean up, but I don’t want to,” I say as I grin lazily up at him.

“You want to just lie in bed and cover each other with cum?”

I pretend to contemplate this. “Yeah, I think I do.”

He falls onto his back beside me and stares up at the ceiling. “Fine. Give me fifteen minutes.”

The sun blazes through the crevice between the curtains in Isaac’s room. I know it’s long been up because it was rising by the time Isaac and I fell asleep.

I’ve never fucked so much in my life. Before last night, I didn’t even know I was capable of three orgasms in one session, but he proved it to me. My muscles feel like gelatin when I roll over in the bed and spoon my body around his.

He gently stirs as I kiss the back of his neck.

“What time is it?” he murmurs sleepily.

“Doesn’t matter.”

Isaac lets out a humming sound as he falls back to sleep. Seeing him so content and comfortable is all I need. I plant a kiss on his cheek before getting out of bed. I slip on a pair of his boxer briefs because he loves it so much, and because I don’t have any here,yet.

I take my phone and head downstairs. I brew a pot of coffee while watching the footage of our kiss last night from nearly every angle in the stadium. I don’t even see the trolls in the comments, although they’re there. I’m too focused on all of the kind comments. People were ready to see love displayed like this. They needed it.

Fearless, shameless, proud, uninhibited love. Regardless of gender, age or background. Just love.

It dawns on me that somewhere, Derek is seeing this, and his reaction to it doesn’t affect me at all. He could try and retaliate, but there’s nothing he could do that could hurt me now. Tarnish my name. Take my job. Spread lies and rumors. I don’t care.

I was afraid for so long of letting this happen that I never bothered to look on the other side and see how free I could feel. Iwould have lived in that closet forever because I was terrified of what the church would say or how my life would change. I had no idea it could be this good.

I finally asked God for strength I should have begged for ages ago. If I had listened to him, rather than all of them, I would have known in my youth that God’s love is unconditional. That is what we preach because that is what we feel. That is what we know.

Everything else is just noise.

I pour myself a cup of coffee and I take it to the back patio. Sitting outside, I close my eyes and I say a silent prayer in my mind. It’s nothing eloquent. Just a moment of gratitude. For this life. For this love. For this mercy.

“Oh, Abigail can FaceTime me now, and she likes to FaceTime when she’s supposed to be asleep in bed, so that’s been fun. I won’t tell on her, of course.”

I chuckle as I lean back on the couch with my feet in Isaac’s lap. He’s reading me updates from the note app on his phone.

“What do you guys talk about?”

He shrugs. “She mostly tells me about the drama in her class, but it’s third-grade drama, which is cute.”

“That is cute.”

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