Page 112 of The Cult

I watched his lips move, forming the syllables of my name. The sound had never been sweeter. “Again.”

“Tobias.” Abel ran his hand across my abdomen, up to my ink-covered chest, and down to my tattooed arms. He kissed my neck while whispering, “Tobias.” Then his lips found my right cheek. “Tobias.” He planted another soft kiss on my left cheek next. “Tobias.”

My heart was full, overwhelmed by the thought of happiness. I pulled my shirt off before grabbing the back of his neck. I leaned in and brought our mouths together. My hands were busy peeling away the towel wrapped around his waist. “I wanna feel you inside me,” I said when we parted for some air.

“What?” Abel studied me, shock plastered on his face.

“You. Inside me.” I caressed his cheeks with my knuckles. “All of you.” This was uncharted territory for me, but there was one thing I knew for certain: I wanted Abel to be the first and last man to touch me that way.

“But you’ve never done it,” he said. Abel swallowed hard, his eyes burning with passion.

“I want to with you—and only you.” I smiled—another wonderful thing Abel had showed me how to do. As I reflected on my life, I realized I could count on one hand the number of times I’d genuinely smiled, and the last time felt like forever ago.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I nodded and loosened the string of my sweatpants, letting them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them, leaving them gathered around my ankles. “I trust you.” I reached for his hand, kissed his knuckles, then guided him to my cock. “Ohhh,” I gasped when he wrapped his hand around it.

“I’ll make you feel good.” He licked my neck, while his palm slid up and down my dick, playing with the small barbel under the head of my shaft.

I would let go of all the control; no tricks, only a connection to fill the longing in my heart. Tonight, I’d succumb to my body aching for Abel. I’d let myself fall for him again. Just like yesterday and the day before. I’d continue to fall for him tomorrow and until there were no more days to live. You’d never have to forget your past to have a future with me, he’d said. Abel didn’t know how much I needed to hear that. I used to think that it was one or the other. The past or the future. I didn’t have to choose.

I stepped backward until my legs brushed the foot of the bed. I sat down and looked up at the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. I tossed the bottle of lube to the foot of the bed and cherished the perfect man standing in front of me. Abel and I were two shattered pieces, yet somehow our broken parts formed a bond stronger than the scars that once defined us.

“Thank you for saving me,” Abel said.

I shook my head gently. “No, you saved me,” I said. That was the honest-to-goodness truth. Abel was my savior.

I kissed his stomach, tracing the ridges of his abs with my pierced tongue. I cupped his ass cheeks and pulled his crotch closer to my face. His scent never failed to intoxicate me.

Abel played with my lips, running his thumb around them, guiding my mouth open.

I took a deep breath and swallowed before steering his cock into my mouth. His hard dick continued to swell. I hollowed my cheeks to make room for his girth. I gagged when his head hit my tonsils, my upper body convulsing.

He tried to pull out, but I stopped him, pulling his hips deeper instead.

Tears welled as I choked, but I didn’t falter; I continued swallowing him until my throat got used to his length. A gurgling sound left my mouth when Abel was balls deep in me. I pulled him out of my mouth completely, and his cock bobbed with my spit.

I took another deep breath before taking him back in with a slurp.

“Your mouth feels so good,” Abel mumbled when I played with the head of his shaft with the metal orb in my tongue. His legs trembled when I rolled the small globe around the ridges of his swollen tip. “Tobias …” he moaned. His voice was music to my ears. He gripped my shoulders, stopping me from servicing his dick. “Slow down or I’ll bust a nut right now.”

Not wanting the moment to end too soon—even though I knew Abel could go multiple times—I freed his swollen dick. I wiped the drool all over my face and spread my legs wider.

Abel kneeled in front of me, grinning. “My turn,” he said. He held my balls with his hand while he lined my cock to his mouth. His tongue licked the small barbell under my shaft, teasing. He brushed his cheek against the length of my dick while stroking the side of it with a feather-like touch.

“You’re not gonna make me beg, are you?” I asked, fighting the urge to drag Abel by the head down to my cock.

“Maybe,” Abel teased.

“Suck me, baby,” I begged.

“Baby,” he repeated. “I love the sound of that.” Abel tugged my balls then wrapped his lips around my dick.

I palmed the back of his bobbing head, watching as my cock disappeared into his talented mouth.

Abel lifted my legs off the floor, planting my feet on the bed.

My body tensed, feeling exposed in a vulnerable position. This was Abel and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, I reminded myself. I loosened my tense shoulders and leaned back. I propped my body up with my elbows—I needed to see his face.

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