Page 25 of Screens Apart

“Fuck, I love your ass,” I said, giving a couple of slow, experimental thrusts, watching Simon’s face for any sign of discomfort. But he just moaned, pushing back onto me, his spent cock twitching against his hip.

I pushed on the back of his thighs, bending them over him, driving my cock in deeper as I began to fuck him faster and harder, chasing my own release. Simon gasped underneath me, urging me on as he clutched at the bedsheets.

“Oh, yes. Fuck yes. Just like that.” He writhed underneath me, totally lost in his own pleasure. I was almost surprised, since he’d come twice already, that he was so receptive to me fucking him. “Fuck yes, I love your cock.”

“Yeah?” I groaned out, feeling the familiar burn of my oncoming orgasm. “Love me fucking you like this? Such a little slut for me, aren’t you, Simon? Love my cock inside you.”

“Yeah, such a slut for you,” he groaned. “Love it when you fuck me.”

I leant down, taking his lips in a rough kiss, plunging my tongue into his mouth and swallowing his moans.

“G-gonna come,” I whispered between kisses.

“Fuck yeah, fill me up. Please.” His words were the final straw, and I came with a deep grunt, emptying into the condom as my orgasm burnt through me. It felt like a million firecrackers exploding and firing through my nerves, an intense pleasure that was almost too much.

I collapsed onto the bed next to him, probably grinning stupidly, but too happy and sated to care.

“That was incredible,” Simon said, and I looked over to see him smiling at me. He looked even more debauched now, with his lips red and swollen where I’d kissed him.

“Fuck yeah it was.” I took a deep breath, chuckling for no reason. “Give me one second and I’ll get those cuffs off you.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got it.” There was a soft clinking and the sound of buckles opening. “These are really comfy,” Simon said, examining them. “We’ll have to use them again.”

“Fucking hell, Simon. Don’t say that! You’re killing me.” I laughed, sitting up and pulling the condom off, reaching for a tissue to wrap it in. “Was that okay though? Seriously.”

“Seriously, it was… incredible.” Simon leant over, kissing me gently. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“Um, you spent a fucking fortune on me today, and I got, like, two amazing orgasms. I think I need to say thank you.”

“Fine,” I said, rolling my eyes and pulling him into my arms. We were both sweaty and sticky, and we should probably clean up soon, especially because I wanted to make sure Simon got something to eat and drink as soon as possible. I didn’t even know what time it was.

Shit, Steve would probably be back soon… if he wasn’t back already. Bollocks.

“If you’re worrying about Steve, don’t. He had some American Football try-out this evening for that team he was talking about last week. He won’t be back till like nine at the earliest.” Simon smiled at me, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “He put it in the group chat earlier.”

“You know I never fucking read that.”

“I know. That’s why I mentioned it. You looked like you’d seen a ghost.” He laughed and snuggled closer into me. I pressed a kiss to his temple, stroking his hair.

Whatever this was, it wasn’t casual anymore… I just didn’t know what it was. It felt like it was bordering on a relationship. That was the question though—did I want a relationship with Simon?

Yes. Yes, I thought I did.

For once in my life, that idea didn’t terrify me as much as it should have or had in the past. But I wasn’t sure what that meant. I just knew I didn’t really want to think too much about it. Answering a hypothetical question in my brain was one thing; acting on the answer was another.

“Come on, we need to get cleaned up and get some food,” I said finally. “I’ll cook something after we’ve grabbed showers. Are you okay with stir fry?”

“That’s fine. You could always join me you know?”

“I’m not trying that again. It was a bloody disaster last time we tried it. I’m gonna use mine while you use the hall bathroom.” We’d finally attempted to squeeze the two of us into the bath for a shower last weekend. Not only had I frozen to death like Simon had predicted, but I’d nearly fallen out of the shower trying to change places with him. A broken leg was the last thing I needed.

“Fine.” Simon rolled his eyes cheekily, giving me a last kiss before he rolled off the bed.

I watched him go, my chest full of warmth and affection. Simon was the most fucking amazing man I’d ever met, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to go much longer without telling him. I just had no idea how to do that.

I needed help.

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