46. Arik

Ithrust further inside of him. He was so warm and unbelievably tight. I didn't know how my dick would fit, and yet it jerked at the thought.

"I need more." The sound came from his chest, laced with a groan, and he was already reaching between us, hand sliding around my cock.

My breathing hitched as he lined me up, lifting up enough to withdraw my fingers. I grabbed his ass, spreading him. He teased his hole over my head, looking into my eyes. "I've wanted this since the first night we met."

"You're lying." I knew he wasn't.

"I'd never lie to you." He sank down.

I'm pretty sure I blacked out for a second at the immense tightness. Lightning flashed out the window, illuminating his face. His mouth opened in a silent moan. Electricity licked up my spine, creating fire everywhere we touched. Rain pelted into the windows as he took me inch by inch.

I grabbed his face, about to die if I didn't taste him. Bliss shot between us, rocking me to my core. I'd never had sex like this.

"Fuck, you are so thick. I've been imagining how good you'd feel, and I wasn't even close." His tongue was at my lips, delivering his words.

I chased it, returning my own. "You are so tight."

He sat the rest of the way down, and my grip tightened. Our mouths melted together while we rutted, finding a rhythm. His slick tip rubbed against my stomach.

I was wound so tight, I couldn't think straight. But I knew I wanted to feel Varian come. I took him in my fist, stroking eagerly. He rose up in a moan, driving down, pushing my cock deeper. He was stretched with my girth, knees tightening around my thighs.

He rode me like that, keeping me all the way inside.

I burned up, nearly boiling over. Enveloped in the touch and taste of him. In his symphony of sounds. This was how it should be. I was so tied up in our ecstasy I began to fray, coming totally undone.

His lips rested at the cusp of my ear. "Fill me. I want it all."

He rode me through it, taking every bit I had to give and then more. Bucking into my hand until I was raw, and he painted my chest.

He stayed like that for a long time.

Until our sweat cooled and we were sticky.

Another kiss. Slower this time.

We showered, marveling at the space in the giant walk-in.

When we finished drying, Varian grabbed my hand and led me to the door, picking up a blanket on the way.

"Where are we going? Has fucking me exploded your last brain cells?"

"You're good, I'll give you that, but no." He glanced over his shoulder, stepping out onto the back deck, fully nude. "There is a hammock out here under the covered area. Come watch the rain with me."

I would have never even dreamed of going to watch the storm together, let alone naked. But he wrapped the blanket around our shoulders before we got in. We adjusted for a very precarious minute before it settled. He was behind me, lips on my neck, his arm draped over my body.

I'd never been so thoroughly loved and cared for.

I relaxed into his arms as the clouds rolled over the water.

We were quiet for a long time, and I began to wonder whether he'd fallen asleep.

"If I wasn't scared of falling out of a hammock, I'd have my dick between your thighs."

"Are you ready to go again?" I asked, reaching behind me like I could somehow get a hand between us and find his dick in the tangle of us.

His laugh tickled the back of my neck while pressing his cock against the small of my back. "Are you not?"

"I am now." Very fucking gently, I rocked into him.

His groans filled my ears. "We are going to die, but I'm okay with that."

"Careful, slow movements. Do you think you can get off like this?"

"I think you could get me off with a look alone. I get to touch you and I'm coming."

I slid an arm behind me, grabbing whatever part of him I could get to, fingers digging into flesh, encouraging. "I want you to come."

"On your back?"

"On any part of me you want."

He bit the curve of my neck, fucking himself against me. His breath came hot against my neck as he got more forceful. The hammock rocked, but only enough to remind him to be careful.

He hooked his thigh over my hips, cock slipping between my thighs to nudge against my balls. I stroked my cock. His hips tethered to mine, we moved together, losing ourselves to pleasure.

We dozed and then moved inside with the sunrise, cleaning off before falling into bed. We slept tangled together for hours.

I snuck out when the sun was high, making coffee and digging through all the food they'd stocked the house with. I found an assortment of fresh pastries in a box and put them on a tray to bring back to bed.

His gaze lingered where my robe opened when I walked back in.

I'd found it in the closet and only tied the belt loosely. "Good morning."

"Is that for me?"

"It is because I'm the best boyfriend. Breakfast in bed." I set the tray on the nightstand and climbed back into bed.

We drank coffee and ate, not getting out of bed until noon.

"I've never had sex like that," I said as we pulled clothes on to go for a walk.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know how to describe it. It was transcendent. Our connection."

He kissed my temple. "It's unlike any other."

We walked, but not hand in hand. We weren't stupid, but we were close enough our pinkies brushed.

"I've been thinking about coming out."

"What?" He stalled, stopping in his tracks.

I glanced over at him. "I don't want to keep doing this."

"They won't let you. Actually, they explicitly told you not to."

"They can't really stop me. And once the cat is out of the bag, what are they going to do?" A pit formed in my stomach. Why wasn't he happy?

"They can fire you!"

"If they do, they do. We are well known enough that I think we'll be fine."

"And if you're not?"

a pill away from falling apart but one word from making it all work

i'm stuck here while words die on my tongue watching you slip away

what if i made the jump?

would you throw it all away

meet me at the bottom to drown in hell?