Page 25 of Blurred Boundaries

My own cock is leaking angrily, but I can’t deny how much fun this is. I’m enjoying how much control I have over every reaction he gives me. “You didn’t turn on the vibration when you used it?” I ask, pushing to see how far he’ll go.

He shakes his head quickly, breath still rough. “Fuck me already, you little shit.”

I grin at that. “Since you asked so nicely.”

I remove the still vibrating plug carefully, because if I press the button again it’ll only increase the intensity, and I’m not sure he can take more right now. I long press the button for about three seconds until it switches off, tossing the plug inside the bowl of water Mike has by the bed. I pick up the lube where I dropped it on the bed. I dribble it on my cock and then position myself at his hole. He keeps eye contact with me, his chest rising and falling faster now. He stops stroking himself as I start pushing into his tight heat. His greedy hole draw me in inch by inch until I’m fully inside him. We both groan when I bottom out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Fuck . . . so tight,” I rasp. I hold myself from thrusting for a second. “You take me so well.”

He groans again, and I can already see the sheen of sweat forming on his forehead as he adjusts to having me inside him. I take the time to look at him, cataloguing his face and features. He’s truly the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. His dreadlocks are fanned out on the pillow, framing his face in a way that makes it hard to look anywhere else. I swear I could come just from the sight of him, with my cock buried deep inside him. He reaches up, his hand finding my face, dragging me down until our mouths meet again. I can tell he’s getting impatient, so I don’t make him wait any longer.

I start moving, thrusting into him and losing myself in him. It doesn’t take long for my thrusts to go from soft and slow to hard and fast, my cock hitting his prostate with every pass. Mike turns into a trembling mess beneath me. He’s spewing profanities without holding back—I do, too, the words muffled between our joined mouths as we keep kissing.

Shit, I’m so close. But I need him to come first because I already know once I blow my load, my hand is going to turn useless, and I won’t be able to jerk him off properly.

I wrench my mouth away from his. I don’t miss the way he whines when I pull out. I gesture for him to lift his legs towards his chest, guiding him into position before placing my hands on hips. I push back inside him, already needing his heat to engulf my cock. I start thrusting straightaway, deeper and harder. I lean down, moving my mouth to his ear, biting at the sensitive part.

“Come for me, Muffin,” I rasp, my voice hoarse as I lick along the curve of his outer ear.

My thrusts are starting to lose rhythm, hips snapping into him frantically; the sweet melody of skin meeting skin and the creak of the bed beneath us fills the room. And just when I think coming before him is inevitable, his hole squeezes my cock, hard. It almost sends me over the edge instantly as he comes with a long, drawn-out moan. I pull out of him, rip the condom off and toss it aside, my focus fixed on his used hole. I stroke myself once, twice, and then I’m coming, painting his hole with my cum; some wayward spurt lands on his chest and mixes with his release.

He watches me, and the look on his face is something I can only describe as heated. “We shouldn’t use a condom next time,” he says, his voice still a little breathless.

“I’m actually on PrEP,” I tell him.

“That’s good. Maybe I can get on it too.” He stands up from the bed. We head to the bathroom together, cleaning up, disposing of the condom, and taking care of the butt plug.

I hold it up, turning it in my hand, a mischievous glint in my eyes as I look at him. “I have plans for you with this.”

The expression on his face tells me everything I need to know. He’s curious. Still, he asks, “Should I be afraid?”

I smile again, a little more knowing this time, and I shrug. We head to the kitchen, finally ready to eat.

After dinner, we move around in his apartment together, clearing up plates, washing dishes, neither of us really saying much; we don’t need to because there’s something comfortable about the silence. We change his sheets, the fresh fabric smoothing out beneath our hands as we work side by side, occasionally brushing against each other. When we settle into bed, the earlier urgency has softened into something more tender.

Sleeping beside him shouldn’t mean so much, but when his arms come around me and he places one of his legs between mine, something in me eases in a way I can’t explain. It’s the same feeling I had the first night we spent together; a sense that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be, even if I don’t understand it yet.

And lying here, wrapped up in him, I realise it’s not just a feeling I enjoy.

It’s one I don’t want to lose.

17

TAJ

—That’s What I Want

by Lil Nas X

I leave Mike’s house the next day and go back home to prepare for my exams, even though a part of me would rather stay right where I am.

He’s so strict about it. Every time I visit him, he just sends me back home to study. No amount of whining or begging on my part ever seems to faze him. He listens, smiles, sometimes he even kisses me like he’s considering it, but in the end, he still sends me away.

The only relief he gives me is phone sex, which helps, but it’s nothing compared to being inside him, or his mouth, or his fist. You get the gist. So, I do what he wants and focus, because if that’s the condition, then I’m going to meet it. I make sure to be exceptional in his course, putting in more effort than my other courses so he isn’t disappointed in me.

And now, exams are over and I can’t wait to get my hands on him again.

Done with exams.