Page 19 of Forever Not Yours

“Don’t you dare come yet,” he warned.

Difficult when just the sound of his voice turned me on. More wetness ran down my dick.

He lifted me up like I weighed nothing, marched me over to the sofa and threw my willing body against the backrest, soft padded leather under my skin, my hips screaming out from the unfamiliar position as he bent my leg up and positioned me like I was just a toy, something he needed, a hole to fuck.

Thank goodness I’d removed my pump before I showered, because here I was, getting flung around and then grabbed and held down.

I was a hole to fuck, and fucked I was, his dick pressing against my opening while I gasped and whinedand shouted as he pushed further, the stretch and sharp pain making my vision fade to all white.

I loved this part, lived for this, when I was stretched apart, used and fucked, his dick pushing inside me as he growled out words I barely understood.

“You want this?”

I did, but my mouth failed to form a reply. I think I nodded and grabbed his hand in mine, held on to those big fingers as he did that final firm push where he was deep inside me, so deep I could feel him everywhere, my body no longer my own. I was his, his to fuck, his to own, his to…

“Gonna make you come now,” he said, the words almost drowned out by the ringing in my ears, the rasping breaths escaping my mouth as he started to move, tearing me apart and making me whole with every firm jerk of his hips, in and out, faster and faster, stronger and closer as his body bent down over mine.

I was about to snap in half from the weight of him, but I would have welcomed every broken bone, the way his breath felt against my back, my skin, my cheeks.

“You’re fucking mine,” he whispered. “Mine.”

I hadn’t even touched my dick, neither had he, but the orgasm he fucked out of me was spectacularly breathtaking and terrifying in one foul go. I couldn’t stop, my body spasming and twitching as he pulled my back up against his chest, my legs wedged against the sofa, my feet sliding on the floor, yet I was held safely in place by his hands, his dick slamming in and out of me.

I had come all over his sofa, white ropes over the grey leather, wet pools in the creases left by the weight of me as he lifted me up, held me, wrapped me up in everything he was.

I was breathing too fast. My chest hurt from the lack of oxygen, but my body was warm, shaking a little from everything.

Sex

Orgasms.

This.

“I need you to hold me,” I whispered. “Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t.”

“You did last time.” I had no idea where the words were coming from. “Aftercareis a thing, Jake.”

He sniffled softly, a small laugh. “I’ve got you.”

He did as well. I had no idea how long we stood there in each other’s arms, my skin prickled with goosebumps and his chin wedged in my neck. He held me and let me breathe, holding me up when I couldn’t make sense of the world.

Nor this, because this? This was insane.

In the end, I had to let him go, leading him back into the bathroom and depositing the two of us in the shower. In a way, I wanted to keep him like this, smelling of me, my cum still insideof him, my sweat on his skin, the taste of him still in my mouth. But hygiene was a thing, and Bastien liked feeling clean.

I snickered. Bastien was a filthy piece of work, and where I hadn’t even known he liked being…fucked…a few days ago, I was cottoning on to him pretty quickly, recognising the small things—sounds I was teasing from him, the way his body reacted when I touched him. I also knew things he didn’t know I knew, things I felt guilty knowing, private matters.

He still wouldn’t speak, just let me slowly soap him down, clean all his dirty places. I took the showerhead off the wall and gently rinsed down between his cheeks. It obviously stung, and a pang of guilt tore through me.

“I need to get proper lube and stuff. Make it more comfortable for you.”

“I like it…” he started, then stopped like he was admitting something bad. I hated that he felt like that, but…fuck. I was a bit of an arsehole here, and I knew it.

“We should have talked about this—”

“A bit late, when you’ve alreadyfucked me raw…twice.”

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