Page 90 of Shiver
“Roll over,” I tell him.
Egon grins and does so, sticking his ass in the air. I bite his ass cheek, earning a moan from his mouth. Licking up his crack, he shivers and drops his face into the pillow. I don’t actually plan to mess with his ass a lot. I need to get a ring on his finger. The need to do so is burning hotly inside me.
Then I’ll spill in his ass. No condom. I’ve been waiting for this moment. I’m not sure he even realized I didn’t bring a condom to the bed. Just the lube. We went to the health office a couple weeks ago when we needed a break from studying and had all our health screens run. They came back last week but I kept using condoms.
I’m not sure why. It had been the thought of branding him with my cum inside his body that had sent me panicking so badly that I walked away from him. And now I am almost afraid to do so. Like it is an enormous step I know that when I take it, there will be no going back.
Today is a big day all around. Ring. Bareback. And I’ll officially be meeting his friends.
Lapping at his ass, I work him just enough to get him squirming and moaning loudly. I rub his hole with a slick finger, pressing it inside for only a few seconds. Feeling his ass clench around me. Then I roll him onto his back and slick up my dick.
I grab his hand with mine and lay on top of him, rubbing my dick along his ass until the head of my cock catches on his pretty puckered asshole. I ease my way in, having to readjust a couple times since I am doing this handsfree.
Watching his face is like watching a star falling from the sky. Magical. It fills me with such heat and wonder, I never want to look away. As soon as I am wedged tightly inside his body as far as I can manage, I shift my hand in his and work the ring from my finger to his.
He is moving against me until he feels the warm metal slide into place. His eyes go wide but I don’t let him pull his hand away. I twist our fingers together and press my mouth to his. Egon clings to me as I move inside him. Drawing out this moment until I can’t hold back any longer. His hands on me never stop shaking. His kiss is almost desperate.
Egon wraps his legs around my waist, his heels digging into my ass cheeks, and I stare down at him as my pace becomes punishing. Our eyes never leave the other’s as he moans through his building orgasm. When he finally falls and I hold his writhing body against mine, I let myself go, too. Spilling into his tight ass. Filling his body with a piece of me.
It’s like the moment I found space. Knowing that’s where I belong. That it was my future, and I’d never leave it. I’ll never forget it. Space was always going to exist around me, keeping my love, devotion, and wonder.
Egon surpasses that moment. And filling his ass, feeling his skin against mine as he orgasms around my dick, is the height of perfection.
I lie on top of him, finally letting go of his hand. Egon immediately picks it up to look at the ring. I kiss and suck at his neck while he does, lazily leaving marks all over his skin. When I feel quivers go through his body, I prop myself up to look at him. His eyes are glassy as he turns to look at me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I just—Sometimes I can’t believe this is real. That you really want me.”
“Egon,” I say, pressing my forehead to his.
“No, really. You’re so smart. Gorgeous. You have this alluring, sexy quality about you. How can I ever be enough?”
I close my eyes and kiss him gently before looking back into his eyes. “Need I remind you I’m really not a good person?” He snorts, a quiet, watery laughter filling the room. “You are the kindest person I’ve ever met. The entire reason I ran away—okay, aside from me being a complete dick—was because I knew I’d never be good enough for you. You’re the kind of person that everyone falls in love with. You can have your pick of anyone. You’re sweet; you’re caring; you’re intelligent; you’re a hard worker; you’re a great friend; you’re strong and dedicated to everything you put your mind to. I’mnotthe kind of man who should be at your side. I’m the kind that parents don’t want for their kids, and you’re the complete opposite.”
“You’re being dramatic,” Egon says quietly, tracing a finger over my cheekbone.
“I’m really not. I’m not friendly, not kind, not courteous, not thoughtful.”
“You’re all those things to me,” he argues.
“Because you’re the sun that I’m orbiting around. I will love you until the stars stop burning. You aren’t just my world, Egon Wolf. You’re my entire universe.”
The glossy look in his eyes makes me smile.
“Look,” I say, pulling myself up and shifting so he can see where I added the tattoo. It’s in a place that I can see it every single time I look into the mirror but unless you’re looking for it, it blends in remarkably well with the rest of space. I trace the hockey sticks and his number in the constellations.
His eyes widen, and he sits up. “When did you do that?” he asks, placing his hand over it. Now his eyes aren’t just glassy, but a tear slips down his cheek.
I wipe it away before wrapping my hand around his neck and turning his face up to mine. “When I realized I was in love with you but that you were living your life as you should be without me. I needed something visible to remind myself of the one thing IthoughtI was doing right—letting you go so you could be with the person you were always meant to be with.”
He blinks several more tears and shakes his head. “Rakesh, you were always that person,” he says as he tries not to become emotional. Tries to hold back his tears. “If I’m the universe, you’re everything in it. You can’t have a universe without the stars and the moons and planets and asteroids.” He waved a hand. “You complete me. You make me whole. And when you take all those things away, I’m fucking empty.”
“No more,” I say, pulling him up by my hand still around his neck. Because Egon is still half under me, he scrambles to get his legs under him and onto his knees. “I love you. I will never stop loving you.”
“Be my husband?” he asks. “Marry me?”
I laugh quietly, and nod. “Yes, Egon. The answer is always yes.”
