Page 16 of Antidote

He lets go first, gazing into my eyes and down at my swollen lips with a heaving chest. I feel the exact same—short of breath. Like, I might just pass out. His are the best kisses of my fucking life—and I’ve been kissing girls for years. Yet none of them have made me feel like this. As if he’s my oxygen and I’m not getting enough to survive.

“That’s your reason,” I say, sounding breathless as fuck. “Now cancel the fucking date.”

Ollie frowns, but I don't reject him when he comes back and presses another soft kiss to my lips. I give in, switching my hands from his face to the back of his neck, holding him to me.

“Okay.” He breathes, then clears his throat. “I’ll cancel.”

That makes me smile, and I wrap my arms around his waist and do what I’ve been wanting to do.

I kiss him.

Again.

18 YEARS OLD

As the door opens, my room is pitch black, and the light from the Jack-and-Jill bathroom streams in, giving it a soft glow. Just as quickly, though, Hunter closes the door behind him. I close my eyes tightly as his footsteps get closer, but I let out a deep sigh when he pulls the covers back and his warm body joins mine on the bed.

“I missed you,” he murmurs against my ear, kissing my temple. I feel him slide something under the pillow, but then he’s turning me onto my back, and I let him. My legs spread of their own accord, and he fits perfectly between them. “Did you miss me too?”

“You know I did.”

“Say it.”

“I missed you,” I whimper as he takes my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs.

“I want to try something.” Hunter’s voice breaks, and he clears his throat. “I need to know something.”

“What?”

Hunter rocks against me slowly, his dick against mine, and I gasp. A little moan slips past his lips, and a sharp inhale follows the sound. My jaw drops when he continues, and I don’t know if it’s from the shock of what he’s doing or the pleasure I feel zapping through my body. I want to question it—we haven’t done anything more than kiss, except when he hooks his fingers into my pants and tugs a little, I forget myself.

“Okay,” I whisper.

I begin to push my boxers down, and he does the same, then smashes his lips against mine. We’re all tongues, teeth, and hands—all over each other. Suddenly, both of our boxers are gone, and I’m breathing hard, partly because he’s got me worked up and also because I know our parents could knock on that door at any moment, even if it’s the middle of the night. That’s why we have to stay as quiet as possible—which lately has been harder and harder to do.

I feel like I’ve run a marathon, and my breath echoes almost as loud as the beats of my heart. Hunter sits back on his haunches, looking like a sculpted god with his abs on full display, the prominent V pointing right where I want to touch. Before I can open my mouth and tell him just that, his hand wraps around my hard cock and squeezes lightly. He strokes it slowly, all the way up to the tip, then spreads the pre-cum there, making me moan long and low.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans softly. “You’re so wet for me.”

Hunter continues to stroke me, using my pre-cum to lubricate me, and then suddenly stops. I frown, but then he’s reaching under the pillow and uncapping a bottle of lube. He lathers two fingers with it, then smiles at me. Without questioning him, I let my legs fall open. We’ve never done this before, never even talked about it.

When the hell did he get the lube, anyway?

“Ollie?” he asks softly. “Do you want me here?” His finger rubs against my asshole, and I gasp when he slips his fingertip in.

“Y-yes.”

I take a deep breath and will myself to relax. When his finger breaches me, trying to force itself through my ring of muscle, I bear down and whimper. “G-god,” I whisper, trying to get used to the intrusion.

His finger thrusts in and out slowly, and he wraps his opposite hand around my cock and tugs on it, jerking it up and down to the rhythm of his finger. It’s enough to drive me wild. “That’s it, Ollie,” he whispers, and I groan. “You want more?”

“Yes!” Another finger breaches me, and the feeling of being impossibly full takes over. He thrusts them in and out slowly, then all the way up to the knuckle. Hunter’s fingers move faster, and soon enough, I’m biting my lip to keep the sounds in. That is until he reaches a spot inside of me that makes me light up from the inside out. “Ohmyfuckinggod!” I cry out, and he shushes me. “Right there, please, God.”

“Here?” Hunter asks, swiping over my prostate again.

“Y-y-yes,” I moan, and Hunter grins. My legs are numb from the pleasure, and Hunter lets go of my dick for a second, then grabs the bottle of lube again.

“Your hand, Ollie.” I extend my hand for him and he puts some of the lube on it, the liquid cold. “Now fuck your hand and bite the pillow.”

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