Page 59 of Breaking You Open

Louis shifts, his softening cock still buried inside me, and I feel some of his cum seep out of my hole and trickle down my thighs. “Of course I would.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“I thought you’d be scared. I thought you’d be scared of…of me.”

I turn around, and his face is shut off from emotion, save for the tenseness of his jaw.

“I’ll never be scared of you, Louis. Not really. I know you won’t hurt me.”

“You don’t know that.” The words wrench out of him with a sincerity that takes me aback.

Is he that scared of hurting me?

Not knowing what to say, I cup his face with both hands. As I slide my fingers through his beard and hair, I realize they’ve both grown longer, and I love how it makes him look even wilder than when we first met.

“Idon’t know that,” he whispers, and I’ve almost forgotten what we were talking about, too distracted by the feel of his beard tickling my knuckles.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, not knowing what else to say, not knowing what else to do other than to reach up and kiss him.

Louis moves his lips hesitantly against mine, with none of his usual hunger. He kisses me as if I’m a small, fragile thing, and for the first time, I understand: Even if I wouldn’t care if he hurts me physically, he’s terrified of the same, which must mean that if I let him hurt me, I’d hurt him too.

Chapter 18

Louis

Ever since the break-in,we’ve barely left the apartment. Maurice sent one of the Black Claws to fix the shattered door and told me to take a few weeks off work. I expected to feel wired and antsy after all we just went through, but somehow, I feel calmer than I have in weeks.

Sparrow spends most of the time sleeping, and even though he might be neglecting his schoolwork, his well-being is more important. Our usual routine looks like this: After breakfast, I crawl back into bed with him, and we spend the rest of the morning snoozing and cuddling. Sometimes I’ll doze off and wake up to his face mere inches away. Our noses brush as he slowly parts his mouth over mine, his small tongue flicking over my lips and begging for entry.

Sometimes he asks me to touch him, and I reach a hand down to grip his swelling cock. “More,” he tells me, and I roll over him, lay my body heavy over his as I grip both our erections in my hand and use the slide of our precum to bring us both to climax. Sparrow looks half-asleep most of the time. His only encouragements are his quiet whines and the occasional buck of his hips. After it’s done, he sighs, cuddles up to me, and goes back to sleep.

Other times, he wakes me up by nudging his ass to my crotch while we’re spooning. After making sure he’s awake, I slick myself up with lube, lift his leg for easier access, and press inside his tight heat. The little whimper he lets out when I breach his hole has me nearly coming on the spot.

“Feels good?” I’ve started to communicate with him more than I would have with lovers in my past. I didn’t use to care so much—sometimes not at all—but now my priority has quickly become to make him feel good while at the same time not overriding his boundaries. I still don’t trust him to tell me if I do, so instead, I overcompensate by asking for his reassurance with every little step I take. “You like that?”

“Mm, yes,” he whispers.

“Tell me how I make you feel.”

“I like…,” he says breathily, struggling to talk through his pleasure but at the same time eager to obey me. “I like feeling you inside. Like feeling you on me. In me. You’re so strong, and so…b-big,” he chokes out.

I spread his legs apart wider by my grip in the crook of his knee. “Touch yourself.”

His hand flies to his cock, and it doesn’t take long before his breath hitches and his body stiffens up. “Oh…I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…Louis!” He whimpers my name as if he’s looking for approval—as if he’s so overwhelmed, he needs my guidance in this.

“Go ahead,” I grunt. “Good boys always come when they’re split open on a big cock.”

That does it. With another squeeze of his hand, he erupts, shooting milky-white drops all over his taut stomach. It goes on and on, seems like it’ll never stop, and as his ass squeezes my cock relentlessly, I can’t hold back anymore; I shoot my release deep into him, stars dancing before my very eyes.

“You liked that?” I ask him once I’ve caught my breath.

“Yeah.” He sounds half-asleep already.

“Anything you didn’t like?”

“No. You’re so good to me, Louis. So good. How about me? How did I do?”

I sigh into his hair. “You’re perfect. Such a good, sweet boy.”

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