Page 37 of Just Like You
“So, I’m not the only one who has trouble going for more than a couple of minutes.”
“I didn’t even get your dick inside of me! I feel cheated!”
I was shouting, my hand still holding on to my spent dick, like I was trying to reprimand it for its behaviour. I was better than this. And what the hell? And I sighed in relief as he pulled the dildo out and put it on the bed. On a towel. Like he’d prepared all this. Oh Kieron.
“I know you’re all sensitive down there, but I’m going to fuck you now. You’re all loose and relaxed; a few good thrusts, and then I’m going to come inside of you.”
“Ki.”
“Yes.”
“Are you on PreP and all that? Anything I should know?”
“We’re not going raw. No, Julian. I don’t want to risk anything.”
“I’m… I’m not…”
“I don’t care. I’m not putting you at risk. One day, maybe. But not now.”
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” I asked as he expertly rolled a condom on.
“No. I’m negative and tested, and I do look after my health. I’m on PreP. I’m not an idiot.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
“Here we go.”
He wasn’t kidding, and my arse was loose and ready, but I was so over-sensitised that even my nipples hurt. The lovely breeze from the ceiling fan was suddenly too much. The heat everywhere as he slowly filled me up. Him. Inside me, taking up every millimetre of space. Full. Stretched. My mouth gasping for breath as he finally bottomed out.
His arms on either side of my head as he leaned down.
“Not going to kiss you. My mouth has been up your arse.”
“I don’t care,” I mumbled as I pulled him in. Kissed the taste of me straight out of his mouth. Dirty. Bloody dirty, but at that moment? I needed this. I needed my legs to clasp around his waist, his thrusts into me sudden and violent, and the sounds that were coming out of my mouth?
I was lost. So bloody lost in everything that this was. The feeling of being so incredibly owned. Loved. I used that word in my head because it belonged there. I could feel it, and I could feel a future that I didn’t want, and I knew, with everything that I was, that this would one day end.
In two days.
Because we would fly back home and I would return to my life, and he would go back to work, and there were no guarantees that if, andIFwas a big thing here, I agreed to see him again, that anything would be as good as this.
His mouth fused with mine. His cock ramming inside me as he tried to scream into my mouth. I could feel it, the way his body tensed up and where everything stopped. Just for a few seconds, as he filled the condom inside of me.
I wanted him.
That was terrifying because I’d been here before. I’d had all these feelings, and they had never led anywhere but to a place I didn’t want to revisit.
Heartbreak. Sadness. Longing. Wondering what had gone wrong. Blaming myself.
The end. It was nowhere I wanted to ever be again. Yet here I was, and Kieron Andrieu would take my poor heart and smash it into pieces if I didn’t put a stop to this.
“You’re everything,” he whispered, his nose against mine. Our eyes closed. His breathing too fast. Mine too deep.
“Ki,” I said. I had no more words.
“Julian,” he whispered.
