Page 101 of Out of the Shadows
My shout fills the room, the whole house, as he finds my gland. I’m sweating and shaking, my breath is fire in my lungs. My leg and arm muscles burn and tremble as I cling on hard to Daniel, who’s a jackhammer between my thighs. He tightens his hold on me.
“I hate you, I hate you so damn much…” I close my eyes and pretend to believe.
Daniel’s answering laugh is low and deep, sending ripples through my body as he fucks me, deeper with every thrust, with every cant of his hips. He holds me tight and I grip him hard. My dick’s crushed between our pounding bodies, the pressure and drag an agonising ecstasy.
His breath comes in erratic, frantic pants. Daniel’s saying something but I can’t hear him against the thunder of my heart. I force open my eyes, and fire ignites in my blood.
Jesus… Our frantic coupling has moved us along the wall. We’re facing the window, beyond which is the darkening winter sky. I don’t know or care if we can be seen, because all I can see is the reflection of us. Daniel pumping into me, and me wrapped around him, bucking my hips to his every thrust.
Daniel’s hips jerk as his rhythm falters; his dick swells as he teeters on the edge of orgasm before, with a strangled cry and a final thrust, he empties himself into me. It’s the signal for my own climax. My hips shudder and I bury my face against his shoulder as I tumble over the edge and coat our already slick and sticky bodies with cum.
My legs unwrap themselves from his hips and Daniel’s softening cock slips from me. I slide down the wall, a boneless, crumpled heap. Daniel collapses next to me. Both of us are panting hard. His eyes are dark and dazed and unfocused, like those of a survivor from some horrible accident, and I know I must look the same.
“Cosmo?” His voice is rough and unsteady. He reaches for me but I shove his hand away.
“No.”
With what little strength I have left, I push myself up and pull on my clothes.
“Don’t go, Cosmo. Please, don’t go. We should talk about—”
“No, I can’t.”Not now, not ever…In this moment I don’t know which it is.
“We can’t leave it like this.”
I look down at him, still on the floor from where he looks up at me with pleading in his eyes. I’ve never seen him so vulnerable. My heart is cracking and breaking and I look away, blinking back my tears.
“I—I have to go. I can’t stay here. I need to think.”
“Cosmo, please—”
But I don’t hear what or if he says anything more as I close the door to the room, then the house, my steps picking up speed until I’m running as I hold on to what’s left of my shattered heart.
