Page 62 of Lust

He gulps and takes a breath before his gaze meets mine.

“I don’t know if what you did is the reason for all this, but knowing how painful it is to lose someone you love, if I thought there was a chance to keep my mom or dad around for a minute longer, I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same. Maybe it’s selfish. Maybe it’s wrong. But fuck, we’re only human. Your dad wasn’t right about you. And I can see how fucking wrong he is when I look at you.”

His expression relaxes, and I feel his tension easing as he feels my support.

I move close, until I can feel his breath against my lips. I don’t just want him to see and hear my words, I want him to feel them in his fucking soul.

As I kiss him softly, there’s a vibration in my lips. His tongue slips into my mouth, and he hooks his arm around me, tugging me close as he takes out all his pain on our kiss.

I draw him back onto the bed, our lips parting only long enough so we can get positioned, him lying on top of me, his arms hooked around my neck. His warm tears slip onto my face as we thrust our hard cocks into each other.

I just want to relieve all the tension from that conversation, not just for myself, but for him. I want to help him escape, the way he helped me on the dance floor.

When his lips finally pull away from mine, he kisses down a familiar path to my throat, his tongue and teeth worshipping my flesh.

A powerful desire moves through me. It’s not as painful as it usually is. It feels…inevitable.

“Yes,” he whispers into my neck. “Yes, I’ll fuck you, Luke.”

I roll my head back as his assurance has my nerves on edge, eagerly anticipating this desire that’s plagued me since the seed was first planted weeks ago…since it became not just a fantasy, but an obsession.

His lips travel down my throat, to my chest. He explores my body with his mouth, tongue, and teeth as he makes his way down to my shorts, pulling them back to expose my stiff cock.

He rubs his face against it, teasing the head with his tongue before growling. He pries himself back, rising onto his knees. “These shorts are hot, but right now, they’re pissing me off.” Like the expert fuckboy he is, he tends to my shoes and socks first, tossing them off the bed before grabbing either side of my shorts and pulling them down my legs. Only then do I notice he’s already kicked off his shoes—when the fuck did that happen?

He gets my shorts off, then tosses them aside before removing his socks and sliding his shorts down. After he gets them off, he reaches into a pocket and retrieves two packets.

“Did you know this was gonna happen?” I ask.

A smile plays across his face. It’s like I’ve helped him shake those dark thoughts off, and I see the Brad I was so desperate to get back. Not the guilt-ridden kid, beaten down by his father’s cruelty, but the confident guy I’ve come to know.

“You think I’d let myself get anywhere near you without being prepared?” he asks, and my cheeks warm. “I’ve been carrying around a condom since you first wanted my dick in you. And a little packet of lube I got from the clinic ’cause I’m thoughtful like that.”

I grab the strap of my wings. “We should take these off.”

He shakes his head. “Uh-uh. You’re hotter with them on.”

He wears a cocky smile, and I must admit, I’d rather him keep his on too, so I leave them.

He tosses the condom and lube on the sheets at my side before crawling back over me. He puts his weight on me, his lips returning to mine, our cocks beside each other as we find our way back into our familiar pattern of thrusts.

“Oh, Luke, I’m gonna take so much pleasure being inside you,” he whispers, and the heat in my face intensifies. He nibbles at my jaw before he says, “You mind if I try something?”

“Huh?”

“It involves using my powers.”

I tense up. “I’m not sure that’s smart. Should you be fucking with this stuff?”

“The power around us is here whether we do anything with it or not. It’s not harmful in and of itself, and messing with it won’t affect the Rift. Trying to mess with the Rift itself is what’s dangerous. Does that make sense? Once you get a better grasp of the Rift, you won’t be afraid of it or the Guides. At least, not find them a threat or the cause of any of the shit we’re dealing with.”

Given what he shared earlier, I have a better understanding of why he’s confident that using their powers isn’t what freed this monster, but it’s all so new and strange, it’s hard not to be frightened of it.

He quiets. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I say, shocked by how quickly I answer him.

He smiles. “You’ll like it.”

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