Page 65 of Only Temporary

I nod eagerly. “Badly. I want to feel you inside me with nothing between us.”

He’s breathing heavily, and for a moment, I think maybe it was too much too fast. But then he surges forward and kisses me hard. “I want that too.” He groans as his hard cock slides against mine, and I arch my back up into him. “I really fucking want that.”

“Me too. I’m negative.”

“I haven’t been with anyone for a while. But last time I was, I was tested, and I’m negative too. I’ve never not used a condom.”

“Okay then, get inside me,” I say with a smile, kissing him hard before I flip over onto all fours, presenting my ass to him, unashamed by how badly I want him. Today was stressful. And it’s time for a little relief before we both have to go back to our lives.

I shudder when I feel his hands move to my ass, splitting me open, and he’s quiet and still for a moment. Making me wiggle and silently beg him to get on with it. What I don’t expect—like not at all—is for the brush of his tongue over my hole.

I jolt with pleasure, his tongue touching every nerve ending and my cock going completely rigid between my thighs and leaking precum. “Oh holy shit. Yes.”

I can feel him smiling against my rim, and if he didn’t swipe his tongue over the puckered flesh right at that moment, I’d have cursed at him for teasing me. But he swirls his tongue over my entrance, eating me out like he’s starving and making me writhe and moan, humping against the bed.

“It’s good. So good. So very good,” I babble, but it’s not the time to be embarrassed.

He reaches for my cock, stroking it as he pushes his stiff tongue into my hole and licking my insides. I swear I nearly blackout from the intense pleasure. My toes curl, and I thrust into his hand. My balls are full and aching.

“Wait. Please. I’m going to come. I want you inside me,” I gasp, kind of hating myself when he pulls his mouth away from my ass, but then I hear the click of the lube and the sound of him slicking his cock before his fingers move to my hole. It’s too good. Too much. And I nearly come when he massages my prostate with two fingers, but then he removes them and replaces it with his thick cock.

We both groan when he’s fully seated, the head of his cock pressing against my prostate. I brace my weight on my arms and roll my hips, begging him to move. He keeps his big hands on my hips, digging into my flesh, and I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow.

I already can’t wait to see them and touch them, knowing how badly he needed me right now.

He starts to pull all the way out and then thrusts into my body, taking me. I push back against him, giving myself over to him completely. He’s pounding my prostate, and it doesn’t take long or any stimulation before I’m coming and screaming his name as my cum sprays all over my comforter.

He tenses, and then I feel the heat of his release deep inside. I don’t want him to leave my body even after he strokes into me three more times and his orgasm fades. I fall into the wet spot and couldn’t care less when he blankets my back and kisses my neck softly.

“You’re perfect.”

“You’re everything,” I say, turning my head and finding his mouth, just as he approaches for a kiss.

I’m in so deep here, and it’s terrifying.

TWENTY-NINE

All the kids are back in school now, and while Kieran still won’t admit he was being bullied, we’ve had some pretty good talks lately, and I think he’ll come to me if it becomes too much.

God, I hope so. I can’t let these kids down. I have four more months before our court date to make me their permanent guardian, and I’m counting down the days. I never thought we’d get this far, but it’s starting to feel a lot less hopeless.

Phillip assures me it’s looking very probable I’ll get custody. And his boss, Margie, apparently agrees, even after all the chaos that happened two weeks ago.

I’ve been meeting Phillip more and more for my lunch breaks—feeling desperate and needy—wanting to be with him all the time. Another reason I can’t wait for this court date. Because even if the kids will probably be a little pissed about the secret, I know they all like Phillip and will eventually be okay with it.

I think they’d be okay knowing now, but Phillip is right about not making them keep this secret for us. It wouldn’t be fair to them. I had him meet me at my house today instead of going to his place because he actually had an appointment before lunch at a house close to mine.

And with the kids back in school, I’m happy to have him in my bed. We tear at each other’s clothes, and as we kiss on my mattress, my need for him ratchets up.

“Miss me?” he asks with a cocky, sly smirk.

“You know I did.” I pull his shirt off over his head and take the moment to drag my fingers over his firm stomach. I want to take my time, but I also want to be inside him right fucking now.

He kisses down my neck, and his hands go to the bottom of my shirt to lift it off, but he freezes. “Did you hear that?”

I stop what I’m doing, listening for any sound but sure he’s just being paranoid. “Nothing.”

I start to work open his pants and kiss him, distracting him, but then I hear it too. My entire body goes rigid just before my bedroom door flies open. “Kellan? What the hell?”

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