Maddox

I INTRODUCED REN to various family members, just as a friend. Nothing felt too formal or awkward, since no one knew what he really was to me. Even I didn’t know what he really was to me. But the light conversation was okay, despite being asked how school was going 500 times.

After lots of talking and snacking on the fancy hors d'oeuvres Missy had spent all day preparing and arranging, my dad walked a few steps up onto the staircase so everyone in the room could see him.

“I’d like to make a toast,” he started, raising a flute of champagne in the air. “And an announcement,” he added.

So this was the thing I’d been dragged here for. The big announcement. It felt in poor taste to announce something depressing like a frightening medical diagnosis in a setting like this, so I doubted it was anything that terrible. Maybe he’d gotten some big promotion at work, or maybe he was selling the house. This was the house where he’d been married to my mom and raised me, after all. Maybe he wanted a fresh start.

“As most of you know, I’ve been seeing this lovely woman here,” he gestured to Missy, who looked shy and nervous to have all the room’s attention on her, but stepped up next to him anyway. “And we’ve been having the time of our lives. She’s a beautiful, intelligent, adventurous person and I am so incredibly honored to announce that we are ready to start the next chapter of our story.”

As he reached the end of that sentence, Missy let out a tiny squeal and held up her hand, showcasing a fat diamond she must have only just put on. The light from the ceiling reflected off it so it sparkled on her slim finger. “We’re getting married!”

Applause and cheers rang out from all sides, but I could only blink and stare. All the noise sounded muffled and in slow motion, like I was suddenly underwater.

“You’re getting remarried!?” I asked incredulously. “To her !?” I’d only met her that day. And my siblings didn’t know her at all. This girl was supposed to be their stepmom? And my mom… Jesus fucking fuck. I was going to be hearing about this until the end of time. Didn’t they fight enough? Was my dad deliberately provoking her or something?

And then the underwater effect was gone and the party went deadly silent. I’d heard the expression about being able to hear a pin drop but it was the first time in my life I’d actually experienced it.

My dad’s smile faded from his face and his brow furrowed as he stared at me. “Yeah, Champ, I am. Do we need to go somewhere and talk?”

“No.” My answer was direct and resolute. There was so much I wanted to say. I wanted to call him an idiot for falling for the routine of some hot, big-boobed blonde, and for not even bothering to tell me or anyone else about her until they were practically married already. But the words wouldn’t come out, and everyone was staring at me. Jerking away from whoever had tried to put their hand on my arm, probably some concerned aunt or something, I rushed to the door, yanking it open and barreling out.

It was pitch black out, with only a few street lamps here and there, but my childhood suburban neighborhood was as familiar to me as the back of my own hand. I ran down several streets, whipping around the signs, on my way to the little forest walking trail that led to a small dog park. It was a quiet neighborhood, so not a soul was out after dark.

When my feet finally hit the dirt of the trail, I stopped to catch my breath. I immediately heard the echo of someone else’s sneakers slapping the pavement as they followed behind me, which I hadn’t noticed before. After a handful of seconds, Ren emerged from the darkness, panting heavily.

“Jesus, Maddy,” he complained, resting his hands on his knees. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t do that anymore.”

“That was only for stuff involving us,” I reminded him, glad he couldn’t see my blush in the dark.

He stepped up closer to me, dropping his palm onto my shoulder. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head. “I… I don’t know. I feel stupid. I don’t know why I’m upset.”

“Okay,” he acknowledged gently. His tone was always like that. Never judging, never making me feel stupid. Even when I deserved it. “Is there somewhere we can sit and talk?”

“Yeah.” The street lamps didn’t extend to the little walking trail, and the moon wasn’t too bright that night, so I reached out to grasp his hand and lead him where I wanted to go.

We settled onto a bench in the little mini-park area, and I sighed heavily, putting my face in my hands. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to,” he said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, nudging me to turn into him. I did, resting my head on him. It immediately occurred to me that what he was doing is what I would have done to cheer up some sad, crying girl. Great. So I was basically Ren’s girlfriend.

“It’s just… I mean, I don’t hate Missy or anything, you know? She seems fine, I guess.”

“But you don’t want your dad to get remarried?”

I felt weak and silly, but having his arms around me felt kind of amazing, I couldn’t help but nuzzle into him more comfortably. As comfortable as we could be on a park bench, anyway. As if he could sense exactly what I wanted, he repositioned himself too, so he could hold me more tightly.

“It’s not that. I don’t care if he gets remarried. It’s not like I expected or wanted my parents back together or anything.”

“You were just… surprised?” He guessed, trying to understand.

“My parents fight all the time, basically anytime they have to see each other. They’re always complaining about the other one, or trying to make the other one look bad. I’m just so fucking sick of being in the middle of it. And now I either have to tell my mom and deal with her throwing a tantrum over it. And if I don’t tell her, and she finds out I was at this stupid fucking party, she’s going to blow up on me for not telling her.”

“Why would she get mad at you?” Ren asked softly.

His hand raised up from where it had been resting on my back to stroke down my hair. I wasn’t so touch-starved anymore, not like I’d been before I’d started fooling around with him all the time, but it still felt so good to be… Comforted? I wasn’t used to this feeling. Guys weren’t supposed to need this. But it seemed like it came second nature for him to give it to me.

“I don’t know. She won’t be mad at me, but I’ll have to hear about it. And the twins, too. It’s not fair that any of us have to be subject to her bitching all the time. And his, too. You haven’t been around long enough to notice, but he’s always bringing up shit about her. I’m just tired of hearing it.”

“I understand,” he murmured. “I’m sorry you have to. Maybe you should talk to them about it.”

“They wouldn’t listen to me.”

“They might. And even if they don’t respond positively right away, at least they’ll know how you feel. You hold your feelings in too much.”

“I do?”

He snorted a little. “Um, yeah, Maddy. You never face anything, you just run away from it when you start to feel too strongly.”

“That makes me sound like a fucking loser.”

“You’re not,” he denied quickly. “You’re, like, my favorite person ever. You just… I know it’s hard for you to feel emotional.”

“Am I really your favorite person ever?” I asked. It was dark, but when I raised my face to look at him, we were so close I could see his features perfectly.

“Yeah. I told you before. I really, really like you. A lot.” We stared at each other for a few moments, the silence broken by dry leaves rustling in the night breeze and crickets and owls in the distance. “But you… I…” He hesitated, shaking his head. “I didn’t say that just so you would say it back or anything, so… I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you have to-”

I wanted to tell him to shut up, but I knew silencing him with a kiss would be way more effective. I swear he had to have taken a class or something on it. The way he manipulated his tongue in my mouth was fucking heavenly. If you’d have ever told me that I would be awkwardly perched on a bench in the middle of the night, with a guy kissing my brains out to the point I could barely think, I would have called you psychotic. But truthfully, there was nowhere else I would have wanted to be in that moment, and definitely no one else I would have wanted to be with.

The shine of headlights pooled over us, flooding us with bright, unforgiving light. We yanked apart, Ren flinging himself to one end of the bench. The chill in the late October air hit all the parts of my body that he’d been pressed against before, and I shivered.

It was my dad’s car, pulling right up to us. He braked and turned the ignition off. Had he seen us making out? I don’t know how he could have missed it, and we’d been directly in the spotlight, everything around us shrouded in darkness. My heart was pounding in my chest as he opened his door and stepped out.

I couldn’t really get a read on his expression, but I noted that his eyes darted between Ren and I for a moment, before settling on me.

“Maddox, we need to talk.” His tone was serious, but I wasn’t sure if it was a I just saw my son making out with a guy tone, or if it was a my son just majorly offended my new fiancée and ruined my expensive party tone.

“I’ll, uh, just go wait over… Somewhere else,” Ren offered awkwardly, and my heart, already beating faster than a rabbit’s, clenched. Would my dad scream at me? Disown me? Or would he just be disappointed?

“No,” I said, hating how weak my voice sounded coming out of me. Please don’t leave me. “H-he can stay, right?” I asked, my hand clenching nervously on the worn wood of the bench. I would have given anything to be back in the moment when I’d had Ren’s fingers intertwined in mine, leading him through the dark woods to the little park.

My dad stared at me for a moment, like he didn’t know what he was looking at, before answering. “Sure. That’s fine. If he wants.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Ren echoed. I could practically hear his concern for me dripping from his words. We couldn’t do anything or touch each other, but just the pitch of his voice made me feel marginally better. Safer.

My dad took a deep breath before speaking. “Maddox, I had no idea you’d be so upset about the engagement. Missy told me I should let you know in advance, but I thought it’d be fun to surprise you. I… I really owe you an apology.”

Shocked, I didn’t know what to say. Maybe he hadn’t noticed us as much as I’d thought? We’d pulled away from each other right away, but it had to look strange that we’d been in an embrace like that. Maybe his eyes had been flickered down to his phone or the speedometer or the rearview mirror at the exact right moment, and he hadn’t seen anything.

“Um, no,” I managed to stammer out. My heart didn’t quite feel as though it were going to bust out of my rib cage now. He wasn’t screaming, and didn’t seem angry. “I shouldn’t have run out. I ruined your party. I’m sorry. I just freaked out.”

“Do you think it’s too soon for me to remarry?” He wondered, and I shook my head. “Is it Missy?”

“No,” I answered quickly. “I mean, she seems nice and everything. But… Don’t you think Mom’s going to get pissed?”

“Maddox, I can’t base decisions in my life on whether or not your mother will cop an attitude about it. Otherwise, I’d never leave the house.”

“I know, I’m not telling you to, but… You need to tell her. I don’t want to.”

“I don’t expect you to tell her about any of this. Why would you think that?”

“But if you don’t tell her, when she finds out that I was here and knew about it and didn’t tell her right away, she’ll chew me out.”

He looked thoughtful for a few moments, before sighing. “That’s fine. I’ll let her know as soon as possible. I’m picking Elly and Petyr up next weekend, anyway. Is that soon enough?”

“Yeah, fine. Just… I really, really don’t want to be in the middle of it.”

“That’s understandable.”

We were all quiet for a few moments after that. When I glanced over at Ren, his stare back at me was intense.

“Everyone is worried about you, Maddox. Especially Missy,” my dad informed me.

I groaned, pressing my fingertips into my closed eyes. “Sorry. I fucking suck.”

“Hey,” he chided me. “Language.”

“Sorry.” I’d forgotten I wasn’t by myself in school anymore.

“And you don’t suck.” He obviously didn’t know about the oral fixation I’d developed and how I’d been using Ren’s dick to curb it. “But I definitely got an earful from your aunt.” My dad’s sister was a bit of a firecracker.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you look bad.”

“Not your fault,” he promised me. “Are you ready to go back?”

I wasn’t, not by a long shot, but I nodded slowly.

The rest of the party was kind of miserable. Everyone walked on eggshells around me, especially Missy, who could barely make eye contact with me. I wasn’t used to being looked at like a freak. The sense of relief that coursed through me was indescribable when people finally started leaving and my dad told me Ren and I could go up to my room and hang out and to have a good night.

The moment my bedroom door closed behind us, I collapsed onto my bed, shuddering. “I really, really thought my dad saw us kissing.” The anxiety of that moment came flooding back to me, and I curled into myself.

He sank down onto the bed beside me, petting my shoulder and waist. “I did, too. I’m really sorry, Maddy. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

“No, you should have,” I corrected him. “It was a really, really good kiss. I’m sorry this weekend has turned out to be so insane. I really just wanted to chill out with you.”

“We still can,” he said softly. “And anyway, we have tons of weekends to spend together. If some aren’t that great, we’ll make up for it with the others.”

“You plan on sticking around for tons of weekends, huh?”

He grinned, dropping his head down to plant a kiss on the side of my head, into my hair. “I’m definitely not going anywhere.” He paused, glancing at my door. “Um, is it okay for me to be in here like this? I mean, should I go in the guest room?”

“My dad never comes and checks on me after I go to bed,” I promised him. “I snuck out so many nights for parties and stuff and he had absolutely no idea. We’re totally safe.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, before wiggling down into a lying position beside me, so we were face to face. “That’s good. I really didn’t feel like being alone right now.”

“Yeah, no, I…” I stopped, shaking my head. “I thought I was going to throw up when he pulled up in the car.”

“You did sound really scared,” Ren said. “I felt so bad. I’ve never heard you sound like that before.”

“God,” I grumbled, squeezing my eyes closed. “I always end up looking like such a dork in front of you.”

“What?” He asked in shock, shaking his head. “Maddy, you’re like the coolest guy ever. You never look like a dork to me.”

“You’re just biased. Fully, completely biased.”

“Well… Yeah. That’s definitely true,” he admitted.

With his face so close to mine that I could see the dark specks in his velvety brown eyes, and his soft voice enveloping me, the way he’d made me feel on the bench in the park poured back into me, warming me up from head to toe.

“Ren, can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“Sometimes, lately, I feel like if you weren’t here… I don’t know what I would do. You’re like an anchor for me now. You keep me feeling kind of grounded.” It was so odd, letting that kind of confession come out. But it felt good to be honest about it.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever felt that way about me before,” he responded softly. “I never knew how good it felt to… Be needed, I guess.”

Part of me wanted to deny that I needed him. Because that felt weak and pathetic, but I would have been lying. But I couldn’t bring myself to confirm it out loud either. Everything felt too big, too important, too emotional. It was overwhelming. I hadn’t been looking for anything like this, but I couldn’t get away from it now.

“So… I’m pretty sure I still owe you that favor, from before,” I said. The corner of Ren’s mouth perked up, but his eyes still looked kind of shadowed.

“Are you sure, Maddy? After everything that happened, I don’t really mind if we just, um, delay the favor.”

His sentiment was sweet and caring, the things I loved most about him. It only made me want him more.

“I don’t want to think about that stuff right now,” I told him. “And anyway… I’m okay, because you’re here.”

My words definitely seemed to sway him to the side of not worrying so much, because he slipped his hand under my skull to tilt my head up, and captured my mouth in a firm kiss.

There was something to be said about making out with a guy who could tell exactly what you wanted or needed. Whether it was some superpower that Ren had, or if it was just because I was easy to read, I didn’t care. By the time his tongue was sliding over mine, fucking my mouth in that perfect way, he was on top of me, my thighs clamping around his hips to hold his cock down onto mine.

Everything was welling up in my chest and my throat and behind my eyes. Feelings that I didn’t want to feel, but I didn’t know how to make them go away. Grasping my arms around him, I pulled Ren down into my neck so my mouth was right next to his ear.

“Will you fuck me?” I’d tried to sound confident and sexy, but it came out desperate and needy. I hated that.

Still, I felt his breath rush out against my skin in shock and I swear I could feel his dick swell up, even through his shorts. He raised his face up from my neck to stare down at me. I waited for him to ask me if I was sure, or try to talk me out of it. Instead, he just nodded, panting already like he was out of breath.

“But I don’t have… Anything,” he finished. I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, until he went on. “I didn’t expect you to ask for this, so…”

“I have stuff,” I said, realizing that he meant lube and probably a condom.

“Your dad won’t hear us?” He questioned.

“No way. Their room is all the way across the house.”

His fingers twitched, tightening on my jaw and ear, like the gravity of what I’d asked for had only just hit him.

“Are you nervous?” I asked, only because he looked like he was and if he admitted it then it might help quell the crazy jitters exploding in my stomach.

“So nervous,” he said. Thank god it wasn’t just me. “I don’t want to disappoint you, Maddy.”

“There is no fucking way that’s going to happen,” I assured him, and because I knew he would keep rambling if allowed, I gripped the hem of my shirt, yanking it over my head and tossing it to the side before pulling him back down into a kiss. It was sloppier this time, full of both our desperation and urgency. When he finally pulled his mouth from me, my moan came out more like a whine. But I couldn’t complain when he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside like I had.

I ran my fingers up his firm stomach, his lean muscles clenching and quivering as I passed over them. My cock jumped, twitching in its confined space in my boxers as the realization of just how attracted to him I was hit me full force. His eyes raked over me, and it was like I could physically feel his gaze scraping over my skin.

Nerves bloomed in me, spreading out to all my limbs like a grove of wild vines as he dragged my zipper down, gripping my pants to slide them down my thighs, the drag of the fabric over my cock making me shudder. I’d been naked in front of him dozens of times, so this shouldn’t have felt new or scary. And yet…

“You’re really incredible,” Ren mumbled, lowering himself back down, where he started this slow, thorough exploration of my body. His tongue flicked at my nipple, circling it slowly, until I was whimpering and rifling my fingers through his black locks of hair to press him closer. I thought about how I’d done this to girls, but I don’t even think they’d made noises as whiny as I sounded. So fucking embarrassing.

And then he was moving lower and lower, dipping the tip of his tongue into my navel and then the lines of my abs, which felt weirdly hot, like he was worshiping my whole body. By the time he made it down to my cock, I was already digging my fingers into my bedspread and holding back the urge to roll my hips up into him. There was no way in hell I was going to last through all this and getting fucked. I’d probably come the second he put his finger in me. Or the second his tongue touched my cock.

“Ren,” I panted. “I don’t think I can last until…” The words clogged in my throat. “Until you’re fucking me.” I forced the words out, and hoped he couldn’t tell how saying them out loud sent shivers coursing through me.

He paused his reverent kissing and licking and nipping of my thigh to raise his head and look at me. His expression was kind of amused at my urgent tone, but his eyes were so dark, like pools of black in the dim lighting of my bedroom.

“I know that, Maddy. I won’t make you wait that long,” he promised. “Is there, um, anything I shouldn’t do? Anything you don’t want?” He added, when he saw my look of confusion.

“I don’t think so. I’ll let you know.” I was pretty sure there wasn’t anything he could do to me that I wouldn’t like. Or at least, there hadn’t been anything so far.

“Okay,” he said agreeably, before reaching down and grasping my stiff length without warning. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily. After so much teasing, the sudden contact on my swollen cock was unbelievable. It seemed like he’d only just realized that I was suffering and needed to come, like he’d lost himself in my body.

I groaned, all my muscles tensing up when he circled my head with his tongue, drawing me into his mouth in one smooth motion after that. Fuck, he’d gotten so good at this. The wet heat and suction was almost too much, I felt like I was unraveling and melting all at once. His palms slid up my thighs to clamp on my hip bones as he sucked me, probably to keep me from choking him if I bucked up too suddenly. I was kind of bad about doing that, but I couldn’t help it.

Taking me all the way to the back of his throat, he let out this sexy groan. It vibrated down my shaft, and I almost came just from that. But he was fucking amazing at drawing it out when he was giving me head, probably because I hated coming so fast and having it end so soon. He knew exactly how to keep me on the edge, at least for a bit, so I could enjoy all the incredible sensations of his tongue and his perfect mouth. But after too many times of him alternating between deep throating me and suckling my head, I could feel it gathering in my spine.

“Ren, I’m close.” He didn’t stop or even slow down at my words, just letting my orgasm wash over me in crashing waves of sensation and swallowing everything I gave him like a champ. My balls drew up tight to my body and I moaned, barely cognizant of the fact that we were in my dad’s house.

When I came down into consciousness again, Ren was watching me intently. He’d somehow wriggled out of his shorts without me noticing, so that really deliciously thick cock was on full display, the head swollen and dark and glistening with how turned on he was. Saliva pooled in my mouth at the thought of it filling me up, and I had to hold back a whimper.

“Lube and stuff is in the drawer,” I said, my jelly-filled muscles barely able to support my weight as I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him dig around. He extracted a half-full bottle of lube and a small box of condoms.

“Did you just buy these?” He wondered, jostling the little box in his hand.

“No,” I answered, immediately understanding why he was asking. A hot blush rose up to the surface of my skin and spread. I’d kind of been hoping to avoid this conversation. “I bought them forever ago.”

“But you haven’t opened them yet?”

“I haven’t used one yet.”

Ren frowned, his dark brows furrowing together. “That’s not really a healthy habit to be into, Maddy.”

I groaned lightly, pressing my palms into my eyes. Why did he insist on discussing everything ? “I haven’t used one because I’ve never done this.”

“You mean with another guy?”

“With anyone, period.”

“So you’re a virgin?” His elated tone only intensified my embarrassment. By a lot.

“Can you not say it like that?” I complained, wanting to sink into the bed and disappear.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m some princess you just found locked away in a tower and your prize is deflowering me.”

He had to bite down on his lip to keep from laughing at my analogy, but he couldn’t hide that ridiculously cute grin. “It’s just nice. I thought you’d been with a lot of girls.”

“No. And why does it matter, anyway?” I griped. “Even if I had been with girls, it’s not like I would have ever had a cock up my ass. So nothing’s changed.”

He tilted his head, watching me intently, those gorgeous brown eyes still dancing with amusement and happiness. “For a virgin, you sure have a dirty mouth.”

“Stop calling me that,” I ordered, between my clenched teeth.

“I’m just saying it while I can,” he said, ripping open the cardboard box and extracting a foil packet before letting the box drop back into the drawer. “Because in a couple of minutes, it’s not going to apply any longer.”

The muscles in my stomach clenched at his statement, and my cock twitched with excitement at the prospect.

“Okay, well, stop talking about it and do it.”

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, popping the cap on the lube with his thumb and drizzling it over his fingers. His authoritative tone entered my ears and flew straight to the base of my cock, my thighs instantly parting as much as I could stand. I was pretty sure I knew what to expect next, since I’d fingered myself a bunch of times in my quest for bottom experience, though I was hoping it would be better if another person was doing it.

My breath caught in my throat when his fingers, all slippery from the lube, slid over me, teasing and stroking and lighting my nerve endings on fire. I’d always just gotten straight to it. I’d never really explored down there. But with only his fingertips, Ren was waking up sensations I’d had no idea even existed. Stroking little circles over my hole and taint with his fingers, he gently rolled my sac in his palm.

“You’re really, really amazing, Maddy.”

My head fell back on the pillow as his motions and words sent electricity spiraling through my blood. When his finger finally breached me, slowly and gently, my abdomen tensed. Reminding myself to breathe and relax, that I’d taken way more than a finger before, I blew out a slow breath.

“This okay?” He asked, eyes searching my face for discomfort.

“It’s good,” I said honestly. “Keep going. I want more. I want you.”

He nodded, lowering his eyes back down to my body. The pressure of his finger magnified as he slipped another in, stroking my inner walls and spreading cool lube inside me. When he hooked them, dragging up toward my abdomen, a strangled gasp tumbled out of my mouth and all my muscles clenched.

“Oh,” he said, sounding surprised. “That was easy. I thought finding it would be hard.”

Only Ren Suzuki could voice such an observation out loud, knuckle deep in my hole, and not be embarrassed about it.

“Keep going,” I repeated, my own voice nearly making me cringe with how desperate I sounded. The slick drag of his fingers was good, but I was aching with need for more.

I didn’t know how much time passed, but by the time he rolled the condom on, I was quivering and shaking. The fat head of his cock lit me up like a Christmas tree when he pressed it against my hole, giving me a pleading look.

“Is it okay?”

“Yes, yes, it’s okay,” I panted out. It felt fucking unreal and he hadn’t even started yet.

With his eyes locked on mine, so dark and intense that it made my heart flutter in my chest, he slowly pushed inside, popping through the tight ring, my muscles stretching to accommodate his girth. Fuck, he was so big. The pressure was unbelievable as he slowly inched his way in, my thighs clenching and relaxing every few seconds, my balls tightening up into the base of my cock with every tense throb.

“Oh my god ,” I moaned, more like a cry, when his head nudged my prostate. Sensation flooded through me, every cell in my body sparking like a lit match. It was so much better than the dildo, not even fairly comparable. His cock was so hot, like a burning spear piercing through me in the best way.

He froze, panting. “S-should I stop here?” He asked, sounding agonized, like if I told him to stop there he would have done it, but it might have killed him.

“Fuck no,” I answered. “It’s so good.” I suddenly wanted him on top of me, crushing me down to the mattress, so I could wrap my arms around him. When I reached out for him, he instantly knew what I wanted, lowering himself down to line his body up with mine. The change in angle had him rubbing against that perfect, mind-bending spot again, dragging more moans out of me that I couldn’t hold back.

Hooking my thighs up around him, I nudged him deeper and deeper into my body, the overwhelming pressure of his size fading into an indescribable sensation. When he bottomed out, and I could feel his balls, full and heavy, pressed against my ass, I shivered. I’d actually taken the whole thing inside, first try.

“Maddy,” he panted against my neck. He sounded drunk, like in an altered mental state. “You’re so tight and so hot. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

His words, incredibly embarrassing but also incredibly vulnerable, hit me straight in the chest like a battering ram. The culmination of every kind word he’d ever spoken to me, every time he’d ever shown me grace and patience for acting like a moron, and every comforting gesture he’d given to me exploded inside me like dynamite, and I suddenly felt frantic. Frantic to come, and frantic to make him come.

“Fuck,” I mumbled out, because it’s all I could say, dragging his face down to mine and thrusting my tongue into his mouth. Tearing my hands down to his back, I dug my nails into his skin, urging him to move.

When he finally dragged his cock out, just enough that it could grind against my prostate as he pushed back in, we both moaned into each other’s mouths. It wasn’t graceful or considerate, the way our hips slapped together, too fast and urgent. I dug my heels into his lower back every time he withdrew, unable to stand even that instant of emptiness.

Sweat slicked over both of us as his thrusts intensified, fucking me so hard into the mattress that it almost knocked my headboard against the wall.

The sensation of my prostate being hammered combined with the way my cock, leaking and throbbing between our abdomens, was being ground against with every pump of his hips, felt like it could drive me insane. I was so hard it was almost painful, the need to come so intense I wanted to scream. He reached between us, taking it in his hand and fisting it to the pace of our fucking. It only took a few pumps before every fiber of my being was solely focused in my cock.

“ Ren ,” I sobbed out his name, the only warning I could give that I was coming. The intensity was staggering, taking over my whole body so I could feel it vibrating through my abs, my thighs, my shoulders. Everywhere. Come splashed up out of my cock to pepper both our chests, my hole spasming and clenching around him.

His mouth dropped open, the sexiest groan ever pouring out as he stiffened, fingers digging bruises into my hips as he came, burrowing so deep in me that I could feel him in my stomach.

When he finally went limp, collapsing on me like a stone, I raised a weak and shaky hand to pet over his damp hair. We were sweaty and sticky and disgusting but I didn’t have any inclination to move yet. I could still feel his dick twitching and throbbing inside me, a sign that he’d come really, really hard. I had a pretty good hunch that I’d be sore as fuck tomorrow, but it was definitely worth it.

“Hey, so, um…” Of course he would be the one to talk first. I’d barely even caught my breath. “Did that count as my favor?”

A small laugh burst out of me, despite that my lungs were working overtime to get me caught back up. “I think I liked it a little too much for it to be a favor for you, so we’ll say I still owe you one.”

“Oh, good,” he sighed contentedly, nuzzling his face into my neck. He was definitely a cuddler.

“Did you have something in mind?” I wondered. My muscles were limp and felt wonderfully used, like I’d just had the world’s most gratifying workout.

“We can talk about it when we get back,” he said.

“Yeah, okay.”

I hadn’t even thought of what things would be like when we got back to school. I couldn’t even bring myself to think about what it would be like in the morning, when we’d have to eat breakfast with my dad and Missy.

For just a little while, I wanted to stay in this gossamer bubble, where the only thing that existed was Ren and I, and there were no parental issues and no swim team and no one to judge us. And for that moment, things felt really perfect.