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Obediently, I do, swallowing around his perfectly thick cock over and over until the hand in my hair yanks me to a stop.
I whimper, and Elias rubs his hand along my throat.
“You're perfect, Matty. My perfect Princess. My sweetheart.”
His dick leaves my throat, and I gasp in a huge gulp of air just as thick strings of cum shoot across my face, some landing in my open mouth. I stick my tongue out to catch more, to lick at what lands on the corners of my lips and chin.
Even if I can't see the fond look in his eyes, I can feel it in every precise move of his body. How he falls to his own knees in front of me. How he pulls me to him, how he kissesme, how I crumble at the first innocent touch of his fingers to my cheek.
I love him,and the thought is so sudden that a laugh made purely of exasperated breath finds its way into our kiss.
This is who I am: falling off the precipice of budding emotions so hard and fast that it gives me whiplash.
That’s why our argument at Randy’s hurt so badly, because in that instance he rejected a part of me and that had hurt more than any stranger’s comment or ignorance. I can handle people’s gross opinions about my disability or about my transition, but as my feelings have grown stronger, I’ve found with Elias Ineedhis validation, his understanding.
It’s the same hole I fell into with Riley that ultimately led to a spiderweb of heartbreak.
I’m going to give myself to him—what else can I do?—and it’s going to rip open every old wound tying me together. I’ll make the same mistakes, because I care for him. Because I want him to see and hold all of me, and I want him to choose me the same way my heart has decided it wants him.
Even if it breaks me in the end.
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ELIAS
The walkhome couldn’t be any more excruciating. I can’t stop picturing Matty on his knees, letting himself be used—lettingmeuse him.
I hope tonight isn’t one of Cal’s rougher nights, because the need to have Matty in my arms, sprawled across the bed, and panting my name is too strong for me to ignore.
Miya hasn’t texted me back since I asked for an update, and I’m hoping it’s because they’re both asleep and not because Cal is having a meltdown.
“So, I don't want to kill the mood or anything,” I say against the dryness in my throat. “But we should talk about protection, right?”
Matty's heated gaze simmers, replaced by something sweeter. “I'm on PrEP, have the test results on my phone to show I'm negative for all STIs, and I've got condoms in my toy box.”
My mouth drops open, and another shock of jealousy rolls through me. This isn't Matty's first rodeo. Not like it is mine.
“Um.” Words are kind of hard to come by, but Matty'spatient smile slowly unravels the building nerves. “I haven't been tested in a couple of years, but I also haven't slept with anyone. PrEP? That's for protection against HIV right?”
Matty nods and stuffs his hands in his hoodie pocket.My hoodie.
“Why do you have condoms in your toy box?”
He snickers and shoots me a sly look. “Because sometimes I play with my toys real messy and need quick clean up. If you want details, I can pull up some videos later.”
Hot. So fucking hot.
Despite the cold air, perspiration forms on my brow. I clear my throat. “Another question for you.”
“Shoot.”
Thank fuck he's so open and eager with me.
“I get the impression you like to bottom?”
“If me trying to jump on your dick didn't give it away.” He grins, but it flickers. “Unless you want me to fuck you?”
My dick stirs the slightest bit. Huh. Okay. Will have to unpack that later.
