Page 173 of Seasons of Love
I pull out a little, and his ass follows my dick.
“Nuh-uh. I’m in charge here. You made the request, so you’re going to get what I’m giving you.”
“Fuck yes, Milo. Please.”
I wrap my arm around his waist to keep him steady, and he presses his hands against the wall.
This is the most desperate, animalistic sex of my life. Anyone passing by his house will probably hear us through the door, but I don’t care.
I fuck him as hard and fast as I can until I’m on the crest of my own orgasm. Our breathing is labored like we’re running a marathon neither of us trained for.
When Ellis pushes his ass back at the same time as I thrust farther inside him, I can tell he’s getting close.
I’m about to reach for his cock when he shouts my name, and I feel warm cum hit my hand. This is the fucking train ride of my life, and I’m about to crash right now.
A few more thrusts into him, and I’m coming, pushing him until he’s flush against the wall.
I can’t move. I don’t want to. My forehead rests against the back of his neck.
He’s silent. Too silent.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask.
He hisses when I withdraw my deflating cock and then pulls his pants up before turning around.
My chest is pounding, and I’m scared I’ve done something wrong. That I was too much, too rough.
He turns around slowly. When his eyes meet mine, I’m already in too much panic to be able to read him.
“No,” he says, almost as a whisper. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“Talk to me, Ellis.”
His eyes turn shiny and a tear falls.
“This is my fault,” he says.
“I don’t understand, baby. Please tell me what’s wrong.” I cradle his face and clean the stray tears with my thumbs.
“I went and did what I promised myself I wouldn’t do again.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ve fallen for you, Milo. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
I hold him in my arms as more tears fall.
There may be a reason he’s breaking down over this, but he doesn’t realize he’s just saved me. He’s done what no other man I’ve been with has done before. He’s made me feel like I’m worth loving.
I don’t think he’s ready to hear it back, even though it’s on the tip of my tongue. Somehow, I don’t think he’d believe it.
“Come on. Let’s have a shower and go to bed. I can still stay the night, can’t I?”
He nods.
I grab the clothes from the floor and take him upstairs.
Once in his bathroom, I help him get fully undressed and turn the water on in the shower.
