Page 50 of Phobia
It didn’t take long for the waves of pleasure to build in my balls before finally exploding in white bursts along my abs.
I clenched around him as my orgasm tore through me and Larkin gave a strangled cry before his hips slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing inside. Sweaty though we were, he pressed his forehead to mine and his breath came in soft exhales across my skin.
“Now that was hot,” I said, like a blissed-out moron.
He laughed and pulled back so he could look at me, though my legs were wrapped around his waist, keeping him and the mess inside. “You know I love you, right?”
“Yeah, I know that.”
“No, I mean Iloveyou, Jamie. Like, I’minlove with you, too. I just couldn’t see it before. Or maybe I did and I didn’t want to admit it.”
“So what changed?” I traced my finger along the crease between his eyebrows. I didn’t want to doubt him, and I sure as shit didn’t want to ruin this moment, but I couldn’t shake the feeling there was still something he wasn’t telling me.
“Nothing. And everything. I guess the thought of losing you scared me. But also realizing I’d do anything for you. I mean, anything. Good or bad. And I’ve always felt that way. I thought that’s what friends were supposed to do, but you’re so much more than that. You’ve always been so much more than that.”
“You’re an idiot,” I said with a smile. “And apparently a sappy idiot.”
He scoffed and made a face at me. “You’re sappy too. You still have this thing, for Christ’s sake.” He reached past me and unearthed Mr. Goose from beneath the pillow I was laying on. “I’m surprised it’s held up as long as it has.”
“Be careful with him!” I reached for the stuffed goose but Larkin sat up with it quickly, inspecting one of the wings. The fuzziness had worn off over the years from me holding it in that one spot, rubbing the plush material until I fell asleep.
“Why do you still have this thing?” he asked, genuine curiosity beneath the humor in his eyes.
“Because it’s yours,” I answered simply. “And apparently Iama sappy idiot, ok?”
“Told you.” He smirked.
“Yeah, yeah.” I took Mr. Goose from him gently and set him on the pillow, away from any lube or remnants of cum. “Where did you get him from, anyway? You never told me.”
The light dimmed in his eyes. While he didn’t look away, it did take him a moment to answer. “The cop who found me. He had it in his squad and gave it to me, told me it would keep me safe. Apparently geese are mean as shit, so he said it would chase the monsters away.”
“Geese are mean? I hadnoidea,” I said as sarcastically as I could, pressing my thumb against the dark bruise on his wrist.
“Ow! Jesus! Yes!” He yanked his hand away with a laugh, rubbing the goose bite gingerly. “And apparently they don’t like being tackled while they’re sleeping.”
“Can’t imagine why.” I chuckled and slid off the bed, patting his knee. “We should probably get in the shower. And we definitely need a new blanket in here.”
“We’re not going to go again?”
I blinked at him, pausing in mid-step. “What?”
“I don’t have much of a refractory period.” He raked his teeth over his lower lip and scooted closer, drawing the tip of one finger along my shaft and making me shiver. “Doesn’t look like you do either.”
“Trying to make up for lost time?”
“Something like that.”
“Mhmm. Well, unless you’re going to try bottoming, stud, my ass has a refractory period, especially after all that.”
“Ok.” He didn’t even blink. I did, though. Repeatedly.
“Ok? What do you mean ‘ok’?”
“Ok, I’ll bottom. I’ve never done it but you made it look good, so let’s give it a whirl.”
“A half hour ago you were straight. Now you want to bottom?”
“A half hour ago I was pretending to be someone else because I thought that’s what I needed to do to get through life. Now, I don’t care about that. All I care about is you. About us. And if you want to top, I’ll bottom. If you want to bottom, I’ll top. If you say you never want to have sex again, I’ll cry, but I’ll deal with it. I’ll do whatever you want me to, just as long as you’re with me.”
