Page 29 of Until He Confesses

“Too close,” I answered. “We’re roommates.”

“Oh,” he said. “Interesting. Glad to know that friendship remained.”

I didn’t miss the underlying accusation or perhaps there was none and that was the way it was going to be with him. I would always doubt his words and behaviors, and this made me even more determined to savor every moment with him tonight because it was no doubt going to be the last.

But before then I had one more question for him.

“Earlier you mentioned the night we met,” I said, and he stared at me for a few seconds and then he nodded.

“Yeah, I wanted to tell you what was going through my mind when I lost myself staring at your lips.”

My attention perked up.

“What was it?” I asked.

He started to rise then and turned with me until I was once again positioned underneath him. And then he grabbed his now hardened cock and positioned it along the folds of my sex. A small gasp tore out of me at the stimulating contact causing me to reach out to my sides to grab ahold of the bed sheets.

He held his dick in place and started to rock his hips until my eyes shuttered closed. I began to whimper and then I heard his deep unhurried voice in my ears.

“I was thinking that your lips were perfect,” he said. “Most probably made to suck my cock.”

My eyes fell open then as I stared at him.

“You were thinking about that back then?”

"Why the hell wouldn’t I have been?” he asked and gave me a hard thrust. Whatever complaints I wanted to make of his vulgar mind toward an innocent sixteen-year-old immediately died on my lips and were wiped away from my mind.

“Are you on birth control,” he asked. “I don’t want to use a condom.”

He kissed me, wet and sloppy, and then nibbled on my bottom lip. I could barely find the strength or coherence to formulate actual words, so I simply nodded.

“And…” he asked as he began to trace the warm kisses down my neck. “Are you clean?”

This too I nodded at, however, he continued to ask. “When was your last test?”

I sighed and managed to lift my hands to slide into his hair and then I grabbed it from the roots so that he could meet my gaze.

“Two years ago,” I said, and his eyes slightly widened. I expected him to keep asking more questions, but he didn’t.

So, I did.

“What about you?”

“I’m clean,” he said and started to kiss me again, but I stopped him.

“And how can I be sure of this?”

“We can go get a test right now.”

I scowled at him but before I could say another word, he entered me.

I gasped my hands instantly grabbing onto his arms for dear life. He was the perfect length, but the years had done something to his girth that had my heart racing.

As always, he took his time and I found my eyes nearly rolling into the back of my head as he slid in.

“Arrgh,” I shuddered at the wonderful tightness and friction as he stretched me tighter than I thought I could go. The result was that he fit perfectly, and he took his time to ensure that he did.

Each time it would seem to me as though it would be too much, I would tighten my hold on his arms, and he would oblige me by slowing down. I appreciated him for it but then on the last thrust he completely ignored any inhibitions I might have had and slammed into me, I cried out, from the force and sweetness of it while he buried his face in my neck. I knew he was every bit as overtaken as I was and for the first few seconds afterward neither of us could move.

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