Page 59 of Nothing to Fear
Go.”
He punctuates each word with a hard thrust, the heavy head of his cock rubbing against my overly sensitive prostate every time he drags out. My dick bobs between my legs, heavy, throbbing, leaking precum from the tip onto the hallowed ground of the cemetery.
“Say it!” Asher demands, my fingers diggingharder into the ground as he pumps rapidly into my ass. He’s never fucked me so fast before, and I’m two seconds away from screaming so loud the dead under us will awaken.
“I love you! Fuck, Asher! I love you!” I yell just as he pulls me up against him, my back flush against his chest. His arm wraps around my waist, reaching between my legs and gripping my cock. The touch has my legs shaking further, spiraling closer and closer to release, and he starts to brutally stroke me in time with his thrusts.
“You’re going to come right here with my cock buried in your ass, and then I’m going to fill you up until my cum is leaking out of you.”
“Asher . . .” I whine, my arm snaking behind me and reaching the back of his neck. His mouth crashes against the space where my neck and shoulder meet, his teeth sinking into my flesh.
I explode.
Pain mingles with pleasure in a sexy mix that sends me over the edge into pure bliss. My cock throbs against his talented hand, squirting ropes of pearly white cum onto the ground below us.
“Good. Fucking. Boy,” he growls, and I swear to fucking god, I almost black out. My ass clenches around his length, making his hips stutter.
“You gonna take it all, baby?”
“Yes! Fill me up, Asher!”
And god, does he. Asher comes with a dark, primal cry, my name on his lips as he presses deep inside my body, his dick jerking as he fills me with so much cum, I feel it leaking out around him.
Asher pants against my shoulder where his head rests, his soft lips kissing a trail across my skin. Heat fights with the chill in the air, and my body shiversuncontrollably.
“I mean it, Silas. You’re mine and I’m yours.”
“I know. I mean it, too.”
Asher and I dress, pulling our clothes up over dirt and crushed leaves. We’re a mess, especially me, as his cum starts to seep from my ass. After we’ve righted ourselves the best we can, I take Asher’s hand and pull his body into mine for warmth. The mask has long fallen away, leaving him in just his jeans and black sweatshirt. His black hair looks ethereal out here in the dead of night, with the full harvest moon shining down on us.
We stand there together, wind brushing over our skin, leaves dancing at our feet, fear completely melting away, a sense of peace settling deep into my bones.
This is exactly where we’re supposed to be.
Epilogue
SILAS
“Silas Edgar Blackwood.” My father, President Blackwood, calls my name through the microphone, and I step forward like I’m walking through a dream. The tassel of my cap swings back and forth like a pendulum as I walk across the large stage. The applause is thundering, like a storm crashing along the shore. Everything blurs around me while I look at the students back in their seats, sitting behind my dad, the professors, and the staff. My eyes find him right away, just as they always have.
Asher is standing, his smile wide and full, as he cheers and claps for me, just as I did for him. I blow him a kiss, his face heating to a pretty crimson that makes my heart beat rapidly in my chest.
I accept my diploma from my father, shaking his hand firmly and smiling for the camera. The leather feels foreign in my hand, a small piece of paper awarding me the degree I’ve worked hard to receive. It shows that I completed my required coursework, but it doesn’t know the sweat, tears, and heart Ihad to put into it to get here. A place I wouldn’t be standing if it weren’t for Asher.
He stood behind me every step through our senior year, pushing me, challenging me, never letting failure become an option. I wanted this for both of us. To prove to both of us that I could catch up, that I could be better than the slacker jock he once thought I was. Even if my nickname has stayed.
After the ceremony, I rush through the crowd of students and families, looking for a head of the deepest black I’ve ever seen. I’m pulled farther and farther away, ravens croaking overhead as the warm spring air makes my skin balmy underneath the heavy weight of my velvet robe.
I enter the library, my dress shoes clapping against the old stone floors until I reach the theology wing. I move on autopilot, my body knowing exactly where my man is. I take my last trip down the narrow spiral staircase, winding deeper under the school as I go.
Just as expected, I find Asher in the archway of the archives, leaning against the old stone wall, his arms crossed over his chest, feet crossed at his ankles. He’s the epitome of calm and collected. My opposite in most things.
“I always imagined this day. Graduating at the top of my class from the prestigious Corvus College. For so long, I believed nothing was going to top this feeling. Standing there in front of my peers, knowing that I did it.”
“I’m proud of you, Asher. You’ve worked so hard.”
His resulting smile is soft, his lips curving up on one side.
