Page 27 of Just Like You
My cock deep inside his willing hole. His perfect arse under my hands as I just panted.
Fuck.
Him. Me.
My Julian.
Mine. Fucking all mine.
I pulled out and then slammed back in as he shouted nonsense. His head now to the side, his arm furiously jerking himself off.
“Don’t be a wimp, Kieron. Fuck me!”
At this point? I didn’t care if we had an audience. Or if someone walked by as I proudly followed his orders.
I fucked him. Hard and fast and with sweat running down my forehead, my brain so deep in fog I couldn’t even figure out how to breathe. Strangled gasps coming from my mouth as he roared underneath me, his body shaking and spasming as I simply…fell.
I think that was the moment I realised I was in far too deep. That this? Something like this?
I’d never wanted it. Nor had I understood it when people talked about falling. In lust. In desire. In need.
In comfort. I couldn’t choose what this was, but the orgasm that claimed me was bewildering to the max. I fell, and he caught me,turning around in my arms and letting me just hold him. Or maybe he held me. Arms everywhere, my face in his neck. Those lips on him kissing my head as his fingers combed through my hair. He’d orgasmed this time, the proof of it right there, cold under my hip. I didn’t mind. It made me happy. Proud. That I could fuck that right out of him, and he still lay here with his lips against my skin. My temple against his mouth.
“Stay with me. Have a rest,” he whispered.
A rest? I never had much of a rest. I slept at night and worked during the day. I worked out and sometimes socialised and then I… rest? I didn’t do rest.
“I want this,” I said, weakly. “I want all of this.”
“The glamorous lifestyle of a senior flight attendant?” he sassed.
“No.” I smiled. “You and me.”
“You’ve got me for the next four days. That not enough?”
“No.” I wasn’t lying. That was the truth.
“You’ll be glad to see the back of me when you get home.”
“I’m going to prove you wrong,” I replied sternly. “Because…”
“Because what, Kieron?”
“You’re…” I was so stupid. So very, very stupid. “Mine,” I said.
He laughed and kissed my head.
“My mum used to say that. That I was the only thing in the world that would always belong to her. She was a single mum. No ideawho my dad is, but it didn’t matter. She raised me well and taught me to be strong and independent. Here I am.”
“She must be very proud of you.”
“She was. Died two years ago. Breast cancer.”
I had to pause my ever-running mouth. Swallow down a shit load of triggers, right there.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“It’s alright. Life, isn’t it? We can’t hold on to everything, and that’s how she saw it. I would always be hers, whatever happened, and I know that. She was my mum and always will be. Even if she’s not here.” His voice sounded drowsy. Worn out.
