Page 94 of True Sight
“Knees up,” I bark after crawling in after him and positioning myself in front of him. Coating myself in the slippery liquid, I rest a hand on his knee and move to level myself with his hips. His cock is standing at attention, eagerly awaiting the release I’m about to give him. He watches me as I move closer and start to play with him.
“Please don’t make me wait,” he begs. His head presses into the pillows, crushing his eyes closed as I touch him.
“You want me to fuck you?” I growl, leaning over him and biting his earlobe. “You want me to stretch you and fill you up?”
“Yes,” he sighs. “Please.”
The sound of his plea is all I need to hear. Pressing up, I push his knees into his chest and tease his hole with myfinger. He shudders at my touch and watches as I line up my hips.
“Okay?” I ask like I do every time, wanting one final confirmation that he wants what I’m about to give him. He nods quickly with a look of need painted across his face. Then, slowly but smoothly, I push myself inside of him. He moans and presses his head into the pillows as I sink myself further inside of him, inch by inch.
“You’re such a good boy, taking me so well,” I praise, pressing his knees back a little more and stretching him even further. His breath quickens and his head snaps up to watch as I sink myself deeper.
“You feel so good inside of me,” he moans. Then, he wraps his hands around his knees and pulls them even further apart. Holding them apart and giving me even easier access, I press myself all the way in. “Jesus, I love the way you fuck me.”
“Good.” I lean over and growl close to his lips, “Because I love fucking you like this.”
Over and over again I push and pull myself in and out of him, spreading him wide and making him writhe underneath me. His cheeks flush as I fill him and sweat starts to collect across my brow as I sink my hips into him.
“Harder,” he says so quietly I think it is a sigh instead of a request. “Fuck me harder,” he says again, this time more clearly than before. Giving him what he needs, I increase the forcefulness of my hips. With his legs spread, I reach to grab his cock and play with him as I fuck his ass.
“God, yes,” he groans, watching my hand as it jerks him off. “Fuck me harder.” The neediness of his voice as he begs again sends me somewhere I’ve never been before. Ecstasy fills my body as I pump him off and fuck him harder at his request. The tightness of his hole around me brings mecloser to the edge and before long I can feel myself starting to come.
“Tell me who’s you are,” I demand, needing to hear him say it.
“I’m yours, love. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” he repeats over and over, the words quickly morphing into pleas as I feel him coming closer to his own finish. Our eyes meet and for a moment we become one before we both lose it completely. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I’m overtaken and he moans so loudly I’m sure the neighbors can hear. His release shoots all over my hand and chest as I finish inside of him. I continue to work him until he’s shaking so hard he’s pushing my hand away out of need. Slowly, I pull out of him and fall to his side. After a moment to catch our breath, he presses his lips to my shoulder and I open my eyes to look at him. His cheeks are flushed and a tired smile is etched into his face.
“I’m yours,” he says again, this time with more conviction in his voice.
“And I’m yours,” I repeat back, knowing deep in my bones how true my words are. He leans over to kiss me and when my eyes meet his again, I know it’s true.
My heart belongs to Henry and I’ve never been happier that it is.
36
HENRY
Iwake up early the next day, draped over his chest like a weighted blanket. He’s sound asleep, breathing deeply in a slow, almost melodic way. He slept through the night like he has the last several times we stayed over together. Each new nightmare free night makes me happier than the last. I hate seeing him so afraid and while I know there’s only so much I can do to help him, I would still trade almost anything to make them go away for good. As I lay next to him, I think about our time together. How we started off as strangers and quickly turned into something more. How, from the first time I saw him, I felt this pull to him that was natural and undeniable. Even if he was a major arse when we first encountered one another in the parking lot. He was closed off, reserved, and cold but overtime he’s opened up and shown another side of him that’s thoughtful, charming, and alluring to be around.
He’s smart and quick witted and while he may have his faults, so do I. We compliment each other in that way, just two people who are working to be better after life put us through the ringer. Not wanting to ruin the quiet comfort ofthe morning, I burrow myself closer to him and he instinctively reacts to my touch by pulling the covers higher onto us and wrapping his arm around my back. I kiss his chest and smile before wrapping my arm tighter around him and close my eyes again, soaking in the safety of his touch.
An hour or so later, I wake up again to find that the sun is breaking through the curtains of his bedroom, casting a light across the room and making it feel cozy and warm. We’re still wrapped around one another, both of us refusing to let go of the other even while we sleep. I tilt my head up and study his face, taking in all of his handsome features. How his jaw swoops in on a curve and the fullness of his eyebrows. A few scraggly hairs jet out this way and that, refusing to be tamed and lie flat. I smile to myself and think about how much I love his crazy eyebrows. Of how much I love him.
I’ve known for weeks that I love him. Ever since I went to London and he was the only thing I could talk about, I knew I loved him. Even Ellie knew I was in love with him and told me as such as she drunkenly stumbled down the sidewalk during her hen party.
‘You, Henry Wanker, are in love with Conrad. Everyone, my friend is in love with an American boy!’she shouted before I could hush her. A few people hooted at us as we stumbled down the street, making a scene like we always do when we’re together. The next day at her wedding, we shared a dance and she pulled me close, whispering into my ear.
“I’m so happy for you, pet. You’re the most deserving man I know and I cannot wait to meet your American boy.” She winked at me as she pulled away and kissed me on the cheek before her new husband cut in and swept her away.
I smile at the memory of my best friend and her insistence of meeting him one day. My hope is that once thestudio is open and running efficiently, she can come for a visit and we can all share a meal or two. Just the thought of it makes my insides buzz. He stirs next to me, taking a deep inhale and blinking his eyes open slowly. He runs his hand along my back and stretches for a moment before reaching down to kiss me on the top of my head. I reciprocate by kissing his chest again even though I don’t think he remembers the one from an hour ago.
“Morning, sweets,” he greets, his voice still groggy and waking up.
“Morning, handsome.” The term of endearment earns me a smile which I reach up to trace with my index finger. He pretends to bite it before turning his head towards me, eyes closed, and pushes his lips towards me, silently asking for a kiss. I lift myself up and meet his lips with my own.
“How’d you sleep?” he mumbles, settling in and holding onto me tighter.
“Pretty good, which is to be expected after last night. You wore me out,” I tease with a smirk.
