Page 59 of The Spirit Key
Holy hell! What happened to the sweet nerd I knew?
“I can see the questions in your eyes. Go ahead and ask.”
“You’ve changed so much.”
He shrugged one big shoulder. “I haven’t really. When I met you, it was pure instinct that I had to protect you. I didn’t know why, and when I mentioned it to Mom, she asked me if it was a bad thing that I wanted to look out for a friend. Even as a kid, though, I knew what I was feeling wasn’t friendship. When I got older, we talked about it again, and Mom said to be patient. She said if the stars aligned right, one day you’d understand that the two of us were meant to be together.” He leaned in close and sunk his teeth into my shoulder, eliciting a hissed breath from me. “I love the sounds you make, in case you were wondering.”
“Don’t tease me.” I knew the words would do no good. Tim would do whatever he wanted and expect me to sit there and take it. Which I was totally willing to do, of course.
He tilted his head, and I could feel his breath, hot against my ear. “The day you went under, if they hadn’t stopped me, I would have gone in after you. I would have died with you, because I couldn’t face a world that didn’t have you in it.”
My heart sped up. At eight years old, on some level, Tim knew we were supposed to be together, while I only had an inkling as to my feelings.
“I knew back then that I didn’t want to be around anyone else. My best memories were of you and me, playing in the woods or going swimming or just hanging out.” I chuckled at the memory of us sitting in my room, while Superman dove into the Kryptonian Mangler. “And playing Legos. You always made the best monsters, and you didn’t get upset when I shattered them.”
“Nope. I put them back together for you to do it again. It made you happy, which made me happy. The look of joy on your face brightened my whole world.”
I grabbed his head and kissed him hard. Right then, I would’ve damn well done anything he asked, and I was even willing to try out some that he hadn’t asked for. He was still for a moment, but then his lips parted and he let me take control of the kiss. I stabbed my tongue into his mouth and licked everywhere I could reach. He hummed happily, then grabbed my hair and held me in place while our tongues dueled.
I wanted him. I wanted to do something for him. I dropped to my knees on the hardwood floor and reached for his zipper.
Tim leaned back against the door. He peered down at me and grinned. “Don’t stop now. You can’t leave me hanging.”
I tugged down the zip, then reached in and fished out his cock. I moved closer and inhaled deeply. He was musky, hot, and the scent drove me insane. I licked the head, feeling smug when he sighed and dropped a hand on my head.
“Deeper. Take me all the way.”
Opening my throat, I took him in as far as I could, and he groaned each time I bottomed out. He stroked a hand over my head, urging me down, and I went with it.
“I’m going to let you go at your own pace, but you have to take me all the way down to get me off. Nod if you understand.”
I nodded and hummed my assent, then gripped his hips and yanked him closer.
“You’re so good at that.” Tim sighed. “Play with my balls.”
Happily! I slid my hand back into his pants and clutched the furry orbs, rolling them around in my palm. With my free hand, I unzipped my own pants and released my cock so I could stroke it.
He reached down and grabbed my chin. “Just like that. Deeper again.”
Even when he said he was going to let me go at my own pace, Tim still needed to direct the action. He pushed in all the way and held there for a few seconds. Before I could choke, he drew out.
“Fuck, you do that so good.”
Making him happy touched something down inside me. His mother might have said he was my lock, but the truth of the matter was, Tim was the key to my happiness.
I pulled back, swirling my tongue around the head, then went back down. His breath quickened, and I knew he was close. I went faster, taking him to the base of his cock.
“Gonna come. Swallow me.”
The first shot went straight down my throat, and I pulled back so I could taste him. He was a little sweet, a little bitter, and it was something I wanted to indulge in often. It reminded me of wine, with hints of man and notes of musk, and I knew I could quickly grow addicted to it.
Tim gripped my hair and drew me back and forth, allowing me to take the remaining drops, which I sucked greedily. My orgasm slammed into me, ropes of jism spewing out onto the floor.
Finally spent, Tim slumped back, his chest heaving and sweat glistening. “I have to say, I hope you enjoyed that. We aresogoing to be doing that again. And again.” He bent over and grabbed my arm, then pulled me up. “Let’s take care of you.” He grinned when he noticed my shriveled cock hanging out of my pants and the pool of come cooling on the floor. “I don’t remember giving you permission to touch yourself.”
“You weren’t serious about that, were you?”
He reached over and grabbed my cock, which tried valiantly to rise again. “This is mine. No one else, including you, gets to touch it without my permission. Is that clear enough for you?”
