Page 65 of Just Like You
Fingers in his hair.
Breaths. So many breaths. I took them all from him as he tensed up, his pleasure radiating through him, right there and then. His cum landing all over my chest. His voice still echoing in my ears.
My own pleasure was in the end almost too sharp and painful, my head tense and muddled as I filled the condom inside of him. Allowed myself to…let go. Just let him ride me and nothing else.
Just be. Be me.
“I love you,” I said. I meant it. Every bloody word. “I love you. I love this. I love what we have. Please don’t ever take this away from me.”
“Why would I?” He was out of breath, awkwardly slumping down against my chest.
“I love you,” I repeated, letting my fingers stroke through his hair. “Love you. Love you. I just wanted this. I just wanted you, just one more time.”
“You’ve got me. And I hope you don’t think this is the last time, because no. Nope. Not agreeing to that. You’ve got me now, so you’d better keep me. I was promised toast. And I need to get a dressing gown because I can hear that trolley coming down the corridor and there will be a knock on the door any second.”
He got up as I just lay there. Spent and exhausted, all the words having come out of my mouth.
And here he was, now covered in a dressing gown. Throwing a towel at me as he just smiled, in time for that knock to hit the door.
A trolley, just as he’d said. Tea. Toast. The little things I’d chosen for him, the very look on his face as he signed the check and handed the waiter a handful of bills. Organised. Ahead of the game.
Not like me, lying here feeling a little…like I’d said too much.
I sat myself up, wiping my front. Discarding the condom in a tissue on the floor. I’d move it later, but here he was, motioning for me to move up the bed so he could crawl onto my lap.
“Before I start demanding that you pour my tea and butter my toast,” he said with a little smile, straddling my legs and letting me wrap him up. The way I had started to realise we fit the best.
“So you will demand things. Hmmm.” He kissed me. It was silly how happy that made me.
“Yes, I will. But…before we got so rudely interrupted.” Another kiss.
“In a bit, I’m going to take you out to a bar around the corner for a drink. Then we’re going to go to my favourite Brazilian BBQ place and have too much dinner. Lots of nice wine. And then, we’ll come back here and have a decent night’s sleep. Because then tomorrow? We’ll have a brand-new day. And you need to book your flight to come back with me. Because that’s what I want.”
“Okay.” I smiled. I could do that. All of that.
“But…” He grinned. “Most of all, I want to tell you that I bloody love you too, Kieron Andrieu. You stupid, silly, gorgeous man. I do love you. You make me happy. Bloody happy. But before all of that? I think we should have our snack, and then you need to fuck me again. Hard and fast. Just the way I like it.”
“Oh, really?” I had to laugh. His little face.
“I love you,” he repeated. And he looked so happy. So incredibly happy. “Now feed me tea.”
“As Sir wishes,” I deadpanned.
And then I did just that. Because. Well. Shit.
Love. What a bloody song and dance that was, but it did fucking make me happy.
Chapter Nineteen
Julian
Iwill tell you all later, you impatient man. All good here. And I am now besties with Gina DeSanto. Deal with it.
I HATE YOUUUUUU! I thought I was your bestie!
Well, apparently not. Can I be Gina DeSanto’s bestie by proxy? I need to meet her. Don’t you dare not bring me along. We can do lunch! I’ll even dress up nicely. Please. Pretty please, Julian!
Walking around one of the largest cities in the world? It wasn’t always for the faint-hearted, but luckily for bothof us, I knew this area, like I knew most of the cities we flew to. This was what made my job worthwhile, feeling at home wherever I laid my head. I enjoyed the people here, the bustling city with its avenues and greenery, the cheesy balls that I picked up from the little bakery on the corner. The fruit and nibbles I got from the supermarket. And the coffee that was far too strong for my delicate taste buds. Kieron liked it, though, downing his espresso in one, which I tried to do as well, only for the strength of it to make me choke.
