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I stick a second finger inside and bite back a moan when I scissor them open like I’ve done to him, stretching myself.
“Fuck,” Jeremy mumbles, his pupils blown wide.
I add a third finger with a needy whimper and then start to move them slowly, in and out.
Jeremy grabs the lube from where I dropped it on the bed and squeezes a generous amount on his cock before giving it several firm pumps. Then, he removes my hand and leans over me, his hands caging my body.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says huskily, his hot breath warm on my face. “You say stop, we stop. Agreed?”
“Yes,” I croak. “Fuck me.”
Jeremy lines himself up, and I feel his mushroomed tip nudging my entrance. “Beg for me, Marcus.”
I squirm beneath him, trying to rut my cock against his abs. “Please,” I say, my voice higher than usual. “Please, fuck me, Jer.”
Jeremy pushes inside me, and while it does burn, it’s not unpleasant, just more like an achy intrusion. He hisses as he eases his way inside me, and I writhe and groan, fiery pain quickly morphing into hot pleasure.
He bottoms out, his hips meeting my ass, and holds still while I adjust to the stretch. Sweat beads on my forehead as I take in the feeling of him filling me. Then he pulls back slowly and pushes into me again, this time nailing my prostate.
I arch up against him with a guttural cry. “Fuck!”
Jeremy freezes, shaking, panting hard. He brings a hand to my damp brow and looks at me with concern. “Was that a good fuck or a bad one?”
“Good,” I moan. “So good. Please, move again.”
He takes a breath and starts to pull out before pushing back into me. Then he brings his mouth to mine, his kiss loaded with so many unspoken emotions. He swallows my noises as I lose my mind while his cock pumps in a steady rhythm. When I reach for my length, he slaps my hand away and wraps his fingers around me. My dick has never been this hard, and it’s leaking precum everywhere like a fucking faucet.
“Jer,” I whimper. “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” he says breathlessly.
His thrusts are still measured, as if he’s savoring the feel of me, and it’s so intimate.
We’re not fucking right now. We’re making love.
“Shit, shit, shit! Jeremy—” And then I come, my cock pulsing between us while Jeremy milks the orgasm from me. It’s so intense, each pump of his cock against my prostate sending wave after blissful wave crashing through my whole body in what feels like slow motion.
Then Jeremy comes, moaning my name and holding himself deep, and the warm rush of his release fills me as his hands grip my hips painfully hard. He collapses onto my chest, and I shiver when he starts to trace lazy circles in my chest hair.
After a minute, I feel him soften in my body and he pulls out. The loss feels big, like something important is missing. Jeremy climbs off me and scampers to the bathroom, returning with a cloth to clean us up.
I watch him while he wipes his cock, wincing as he drags the material over his sensitive head, and then he moves to me, swiping the cum from my pubes and the soft trail of hair on my stomach. He’s so fucking beautiful with his cheeks flushed red and his hair sticking out at odd angles.
He’s starlight personified. Beautiful and pure and perfect.
I have to swallow around the lump in my throat.
With Jeremy, I’m so relaxed. So safe.
But I can’t help the feeling of dread deep down in my gut that says I’ll ruin him. Even if it’s an accident. Even if my father is the cause. If it’s Ryan.
I’ll be his downfall. It’ll be all my fault.
If I lose him again, I won’t survive.
CHAPTER THIRTY
MARCUS
