Page 76 of Out of the Shadows
“Fuck, Daniel, oh Christ, oh…” His voice is a million miles away as it fades to nothing because all I can hear is the thump of my heart and the tumult of blood surging through my veins.
Cosmo’s cock is a prisoner between us, rubbing on my belly, hot and wet with his arousal. My climax is rising, there’s nothing I can do to stop it from thundering towards me, a raging storm on the horizon and ready to break. I shift and palm him in my hand and all it takes is a hard squeeze and he’s shouting and writhing and crying as he erupts into my hand, coating me with sticky warm cum.
My rhythm, rough as it was, completely collapses as my body jerks and then stills as white lights burst behind my clamped together eyelids, the violent birth of a new galaxy. I cry out god alone knows what as I come, pumping into the condom buried deep inside Cosmo. Wave after wave after wave, my orgasm is a stormy sea, but little by little the storm calms, leaving me weak and shaky and fighting for breath.
Cosmo’s leg slip from my shoulders. I’m dimly aware I’m pinning him down, but I can’t move, and as I lay on top of him, he brushes his fingers through my sweat soaked hair. His touch is sure and confident, but gentle too, and his rhythmic stroke begins to calm my wild heart. As the fog begins to clear, I roll off him and onto my back, throwing my arm across my eyes and blocking out bright sunlight streaming in through the open curtains.
The bed shifts and moments later there’s a rush of water before the mattress dips, signalling his return. His deft hand removes the condom.Christ, I should have done…but the thought melts away as a warm, damp flannel sweeps its way across my groin before I’m patted dry with a towel. He’s looking after me, making sure I’m all right, and beneath the shield of my arm I squeeze my eyes tight.
“Daniel?” There’s hesitancy in the way he says my name, and in the soft touch of his hand against my chest. I pull my arm away and look up at him. “Are you okay? You seem…”
Distant? Closed off? He doesn’t deserve that, and I sit up and face him. He’s staring at me through wide eyes, eyes that are so often coolly unreadable but which now have a glimmer of fear in them, as he chews down on his lower lip so hard I fear he’ll puncture the skin and taste blood.
“Are you okay? You – you don’t regret it do you?” There’s a tremble in his voice, and I feel sick it’s me who’s put it there.
“No. Never.”
I shake my head hard. In all honesty, I don’t know what I’m feeling. Everything’s a jumble of knotted up emotions, but one thing Idon’tfeel is regret.
I cup his face between my hands, and brush my thumbs across his cheekbones.
“No, I don’t regret anything. Kissing and touching, fooling around…” My eyes drop for a moment before I look up at him once more. “That’s one thing bu—”
“But what?” The fear still burns in his eyes and I intend to douse it for good.
“This, what we’ve just done. Me inside you.” Heat rises in my face. How can the words feel awkward after what we’ve just shared? I swallow, before I carry on. “That’s different, that’s a whole new level. It’s like burning bridges. There’s no going back.”
He says nothing for a moment, only stares at me. When he does speak, his words are quiet.
“And would you want to go back?”
I shake my head. “No. Never.”
They’re the most honest and truthful and heartfelt words I have ever said. I draw him closer, brushing my lips across his.
“Never,” I whisper, as I kiss him.
