Page 55 of The Reaper

I raised an eyebrow. “After you,” I said, motioning to the house.

His lips were on mine the second he closed the door. We kissed like we were submerged in water and our tongues were oxygen.

Heath pulled back. “Does breaking in here and stalking me get you off?” he asked. “Of course, I know you’ve been here.” He yanked my neck, my lips colliding with his mouth, tasting blood.

I ripped his shirt off, buttons flying, revealing his impeccable chest. I lowered my face and nipped at one nipple while my hand pinched the other. I slid off his shirt and jacket, my jacket, and continued my tease.

He moaned.

“You love that, don’t you?” I looked up and met his glassy eyes. His hands caressed my jaw before he pulled me in for a deep kiss. I ground my hips against his. I pulled back from the kiss, undoing his belt.

He slid his shoes off and let his pants drop to the floor. “You’re so sexy,” he said, running his hand along the length of my cock before unbuttoning my jeans.

I held his hand before he was able to undress me fully. “Bed. Now,” I ordered. “Ass up.”

“You are a tease, Archer,” he said, rushing to his bedroom.

I followed, and as instructed, he was on all fours on the bed, ass up, ready for my cock.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head before stepping out of my pants. I retrieved a condom and lube from my pocket, ripped the foil wrapper and slid the condom on, dripping lube on my shaft. I gave my cock one more stroke before lining it up with his hole.

He opened wide and let me feed him. I stared down at his opening and marveled as I watched the full length effortlessly slide inside him.

“Oh, that feels amazing,” he moaned, his voice muffled by the comforter.

“It feels fucking amazing to be inside you, Heath. Fucking insane.”

He grunted in response as our bodies pumped and writhed. We were two hungry guys chasing our release. Heath let out a guttural moan, toes curling as I felt my load getting ready to explode. He grabbed my ass and pulled me hard. I was balls deep in his ass when I spilled my cum into the condom. It’d come out of nowhere. So hard and fast that I saw spots. I reached for Heath’s dick and started jacking him off as I continued to nail him.

He stiffened. “Oh god!” he screamed, his cock twitching in my grip right before he flooded the sheet with his seed. We were both breathing heavily and fell onto our backs, side by side. Heath moved closer, resting his head on my chest. His hands caressed my face, my arms, my pecs. The tenderness was foreign, but I succumbed to his touch. I let him place me under his spell, and the momentary bliss was replaced by an overwhelming longing I had suppressed and ignored.

I felt like I had a giant ulcer in my stomach, or I was having a heart attack. Whatever it was, I was fucking sick.

“Where did you go? You’ve been quiet.” Heath must’ve sensed my uneasiness. He looked at my face, his brows furrowing. “What’s wrong?”

“Move,” I said, pushing him away and running to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me. The urge to vomit had me bracing my hands on the cool porcelain sink. Dry heaving, nothing came out of my mouth but air and spit. My heart raced and I could barely breathe.

Heath knocked on the door. “Archer, are you okay?” The shadows of his feet darkened the sliver of space between the floor and the door. “Open up.”

“Go away,” I coughed. The absurdity of my demand didn’t register until I realized that I was the intruder. I splashed cold water on my face but it didn’t cool the burning spots where he’d touched me, kissed me.

“Archer, please!” His knocking became louder.

I turned, yanking the door open. I needed to get the fuck out of here.

“What happened?” Heath asked.

I paced his bedroom, my hands pulling my hair. Somewhere during our fuck fest it had started raining, and the pounding of my heart matched the tempo of the drops tapping the window. I was going crazy. I needed my old life back.

“Archer.” He stood in front of me and placed his hands on my shoulders. “What happened?”

I swatted his hands away and moved as far as I could from him until my back was against the wall. “You fucking happened.”

He tried to grab me, but I raised my hand, stopping him.

“Don’t,” I barked. I picked up my scattered clothes, then hurriedly put them on. “I have to go.”

“What’s going on?” Heath wrapped himself in his robe, yanking my shirt from my hand to get my attention.

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