Page 61 of Man On

"Harder," I tell him, and he obliges, looking up at me with astonishment. There's still fear behind his eyes, but it works for me. It makes my balls tighten.

I'd like to shove my cock down his throat and have him suck me like I did him. I wonder if he'd like it as much as I did. His cock is huge. Way longer than mine for sure, and I had trouble taking it at first, but I was getting the hang of it. I liked the way he tasted. I liked the sounds he made when he hit the back of my throat and made me gag. I wanted to savor it. To explore the shape of him and play.

It was over too quickly.

Replacing his hand with mine, I hold his head back and look down at him while jerking myself roughly.

"Close your eyes," I warn him before shooting my load all over his face and neck. Renewed pleasure shoots through my balls when he gasps, his lips opening and catching some cum that splashes over his face. "Oh, fuck," I breathe out as I move in closer, pumping out the last of my release across his chiseled jaw, watching it drip down his neck.

"You're mine now," I whisper. "Not his. Mine."

I'm not sure if I'm talking about his grandfather and the past that haunts him, or Danny, or anyone else. All of the above. For however long it takes to get this out of my system, he is only mine. And by the end of this, we'll both be better able to figure out our shit.

Maybe I’m delirious, but it feels like a perfect plan.

I release my tight hold on his hair and jaw, and swipe my fingers through the mess, pushing it away from his eyes. When he blinks his eyes back open, he looks shell-shocked. Then they move back and forth, rapidly processing everything that just happened.

"Don't," I tell him, running my fingers through his hair and down his neck and over his cheeks, purposefully smearing my cum, rubbing it into his skin without him realizing. I don't know what I'm doing. It feels like I should be touching him, reassuring him, and I also want my cum embedded in his pores. Marking him as mine. "Don't let him take this from you."

Who the fuck am I even talking about? A ghost? God?

It doesn't matter.

Lane's lips part, and I think he's going to speak, but he seems like he thinks better of it. I want him to talk to me, but I'm mesmerized by his lips. Why do I want to kiss him? Is it because he doesn't want me to?

Finally, he speaks, and I try not to hear the pain in his voice.

"I'm going to go take a shower," he says, gently removing my hands from his face.

My lips twist. "You don't want to be covered in my cum all day?"

The way he blinks, and the way the crotch of his pants moves says he likes that idea very much. But he's not ready to submit to that part of himself yet. This was probably a lot. I should give him space to breathe, but I don’t want to lose the connection, either.

Lane doesn't say anything else. He gets up and walks to the bathroom. Thankfully, he doesn't look back to see me still frozen on the ground, having a mini internal crisis. I wish I could make all of his reservations go away. Maybe it’s the post-orgasm high I’m experiencing, but I think we could be on to something great. I feel fucking fantastic, except I wish he could enjoy it, too.

My phone rings, and Dad’s number flashes on the screen. A tiny spark of dread parks itself in the back of my head before I answer. My dad doesn't call often, usually sticking to text or the odd email if he needs to send me something.

"Dad? Is everything okay?"

"Hey, bud. Yeah, everything's fine. I was actually checking in on you two."

"We're good. The storm isn't too bad, but classes are canceled because some roads were blocked, I guess."

"Oh, yeah, okay." His tone is weird and it sets me on edge.

"You weren't calling about the storm?"

"Not really," he says, sounding hesitant. "Where is Lane?"

"He's in the shower."

"Hannah has been trying to call him for almost an hour, she's kind of freaked out about it. Hold on."

I hear him mutter something to Hannah, then I hear her in the background. "Thank God. Does he know?"

"Does he know what?" I ask, letting him know I overheard.

Dad doesn't answer me right away, but continues to talk to Hannah. There's silence for a moment, then a door shutting. A lawnmower runs in the background. He must have gone outside.

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