Page 325 of Rage

"We'll get you a bigger size for next time," I tell him. "And a lot more lube." I chuckle, but he doesn't say anything or move. He just sits there, frozen, holding the base of his cock while I suit it up. He hasn't said a word in a few minutes.

"Are you okay?" I ask. "We can stop. You don't have to do anything you're not ready for." He swallows and averts his eyes, cheeks growing red. I know Adam well enough to know what that means.

"Adam," I say, tipping his chin to make him look at me. "Whatever it is, you can say it. You can tell me anything, and I won't judge you."

"No, it's okay," he says, shaking his head. "I'm just, uh—nothing. We're good. I'm good. I'm ready."

"Adam."

"It's stupid."

"I don't care."

"I—it's just—do we need this?" He looks down at his sheathed cock.

The sausage is straining in the casing, to say the least. I know it would feel so much better without it, but I didn't want to assume anything. Hell, the only reason I have a condom and one packet of lube is because I happen to always keep one in my wallet. Better safe than sorry.

"It's not like I can get you pregnant," he says, blushing furiously now. I can't help but laugh a little.

"No, you can't knock me up. But there are other things to protect against." I give him a thoughtful look. "I've been tested recently, all negative. I've never had sex without a condom."

"I'd never ask you to do something you don't want?—"

Without another thought, I run my hand up his length, rolling the condom back up his shaft and then throwing it over my shoulder. It hits the door with a slight splat. Adam's lips twitch, and the tension bleeds from his shoulders.

"You're sure?" he asks, laughter in his voice.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Sweet, sweet boy," I say, crawling into his lap and palming his cock. I spread the rest of the lube over him with a firm stroke before lining him up.

Resting my forehead on his, our mouths a breath apart, I whisper the God's honest truth. "There's nothing more in this world I want to feel than you inside me, hot and bare. I want to feel every single millimeter of your skin," I say, losing my breath as I push myself down just enough to feel the blunt head of his cock start to breach me.

Adam sucks in a breath as I expel mine, a low moan escaping from my chest as I take him into my body. The farther down I sink, the wider I'm stretched, the more I feel like I'm being filled with more than just Adam's cock. By the time I've sunk all the way down, the cheeks of my ass meeting his pelvis, I'm pretty sure I'm having a legitimate religious experience. Adam's mouth has dropped open, head tipped back, eyes clenched shut. A drop of sweat, or maybe a tear, rolls from the corner of his eye. Leaning forward, I trail kisses up his neck and jaw. He meets my lips and kisses me deeply, meaningfully, and I taste salt.

I pull back to look into his eyes, smiling softly. With my eyes locked on his, I lift myself up and sink down again. And again. Slowly. Again. Soft sounds of pleasure and heavy breathsbuild with the tempo of our lovemaking. Because that's what we're doing, I realize with a tightening in my chest that steals my breath on a cry of pleasure. This isn't any kind of sex I've ever had before. This isn't at all what I thought the outcome of ruining Adam Havre would be. He's ruined me instead. Ruined me by loving me.

Adam says my name like a prayer, his arms tightening around my waist. Warmth explodes deep inside me. I grind down on Adam's cock as he jerks up, burying his hot cum inside me. The friction of his cock pegging my prostate and my cock rubbing between us sets me off, and I spurt all over us both. I keep rocking in his lap, keep kissing him between whispers at how good he was, how good he makes me feel, how much I love feeling him inside me. Until finally I collapse against him, my face tucked into his neck and his arms tightly around me. Eventually, I know I'm going to have to pull off of him. My ass is already aching, but I don't want to lose the contact, and I think he doesn't either. He's holding me around my middle, much like he did when we were sleeping, clutching me to his chest.

I pull back enough to look at him, noticing the wet tracks on his cheeks. Running my thumbs under his eyes, I give him a questioning look.

"I didn't know it would be like that."

"Like what?"

Did he feel that the way I did? Like he was meeting God?

"I didn't know it would be beautiful."

I nod, dropping my lips to his and wrapping my legs around him tightly, hugging him with my whole body. We kiss until I'm squirming involuntarily. Adam rolls us so he's laying over me, the move so sexy my cock gives a valiant twitch despite the ache. I groan softly as Adam slowly pulls out of me, looking down at where we're joined as his cock slips from my ass. A trickle ofwetness follows, and Adam's pupils dilate so much I can barely see the color in his irises.

"Please tell me we can do that again," he whispers huskily, and I gasp as his fingers swipe against the mess. I moan when he massages my hole with his fingers, gently pushing his cum back inside me.

"As many times as you want, for the rest of our lives," I promise him. The declaration slips out of me without permission, but I'm not sorry. Not when Adam lays behind me and pulls me into his big, warm body. Not when he makes me believe that everything, whatever may come, will be okay.

No matter how this started, despite my many sins, I found my way to heaven. And his name is Adam. Sweet, beautiful, strong, amazing Adam.

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