Page 23 of Top Shelf
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Pretty?”
“You’re a lot of things, Ferris. Do you want to be pretty?” They were just words, after all, and he was so many of them.
Biting his lower lip, he nodded. “I…I like it. It feels…no one’s ever…” He hummed in frustration again, so I cupped his jaw and ran my thumb over his lower lip.
“Well, you are. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I’m…hnng.” There was pain in his eyes, like he was trying to speak and couldn’t. My heart ached for him in a way I understood profoundly. His voice, my knee. We were sometimes betrayed by our bodies, but we could make this work.
“You don’t need to use words right now. Just, I don’t know, bite my tit if I say something that bothers you.”
He burst into laughter as he nodded, squeezing around me, making me see stars. It only took him a second to realize what he was doing to me, and then his smile turned almost sinister. He took a breath, and then his abs twitched, and he did it again.
Deliberately.
Perfectly.
It was like his ass was milking my dick, and I wanted to spill deep inside him. “Fuck. Fuck, baby. I need it. I need you. Fuck me harder.”
He began to bounce harder, faster. His hands pressed to my pecs, he threw his head back as he took me over and over and over. My balls went tight, and sparks erupted the moment Iclosed my eyes. I was going to come. Hard. I was going to blow through the fucking condom if I wasn’t careful.
“Yeah, yes. Yes,” I babbled. “I’m…baby, I’m so close. I can’t…I can’t hold back.”
He hummed to encourage me, squeezing around me again as he dropped into my lap, and I only had time to inhale a single breath before I was letting go. My entire body tensed, then went boneless as I collapsed against the headboard.
I was lost in pleasure, but I could feel Ferris bouncing harder as I throbbed and spilled inside him, my dick kicking against his prostate. He let out a high, tight whine, and then I felt his come hit my chest as he landed forward in the mess.
My breathing hitched in my chest as I tried to regain my senses, and I wrapped my arms tightly around him as he shuddered through the rest of his release.
“Don’t like it,” he muttered.
“That’s what the shower’s for. It’ll take me a minute though, and you’ll be faster if you want to go start it.”
He nodded, but I could sense something a little off as he slid away from me, my dick hitting my stomach with a wet slap. He kept his back to me as he shuffled off, and I knew then I wouldn’t have time to bask in this easy glow.
I managed to get the condom off and get to standing without hurting too much, and I limped into the bathroom in time to find him pressing his head against the wall. Hard. I could hear him grunt with the force.
“Ferris.” I started to reach for him.
He shook his head, and I froze.
“Tell me how I can help.”
He said nothing for so long I started to feel a spark of panic jump up my spine, but before I could break the silence, he turned and looked at me. His forehead was darkly flushed—notquite a bruise, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a mark there tomorrow.
“I’m sorry.”
I blinked at him. “What for?”
“This is…it’s…I’m…” He shook his head and looked like he was holding back tears.
“No. You’re not going to start apologizing for who you are,” I told him gently. I took several steps closer, then reached past him to start the water. The shower was still wet, and the tiles were still a little warm from before, so it wasn’t as much of a shock to step past him and into the stream. “Come on.”
He looked at me for a long time before taking my hand and letting me pull him under the spray.
