22. Echo

22

Echo

" Y ou called me Coen."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I felt like I was losing you, and I really, really didn't want you to stop."

"You weren't losing me. I might have been losing myself."

"Is that worse?"

"No. It's—it doesn't matter. You brought me back."

"Because I called you Coen?"

"Because you' re you ."

"What was all that shit about hurting me, anyway? You have done this before, right? You told me you had."

"I have. But it was a long time ago."

"The guy in college? Elke told me about him. Some asshole who broke your heart."

"Yes. Him. He liked telling me when I hurt him."

"That's fucked up. You know that's fucked up, right?"

"Is it?"

"You didn't hurt me, Coen. I've never come so hard in my life. Am I gonna be sore tomorrow? Yeah. Was it worth it? Hell yes. Do I want to do it again before we leave this room? At least twice."

"Savage. I've come twice tonight already. Have mercy on an old man."

"Fuck that. If my ass can take it, so can your cock. Let's do it in the shower."

"That was the last condom."

"Jesus. You only brought two? Next time, I'm in charge of packing."

"I might not survive that."

"You're too young to die by orgasm. And anyway, there are worse ways to go. "

"Mmm. Echo?"

"Yeah?"

"What do we need to do to do it without the condom?"

I can't breathe.

"You want to fuck me bareback?"

"Well, yes. If it's safe. If you want to."

Form words, Echo.

"When was the last time you were tested?"

"About four years ago, when Lara and I were talking about having a kid."

"And you were clear?"

"We both were."

"I was tested right before I was supposed to leave for Tilburg. And I haven't been with anyone but you since." Fuck. The stupid party. "One guy." I don't know why I feel guilty. Byrd wasn't even on my radar back then.

"Did you use a condom?"

"Always." Always . "I can go to the clinic tomorrow."

"Okay."

"You like the idea, don't you?" I sure as hell fucking do. What's happening to me?

"Of taking you to the clinic?"

"Of fucking me raw and filling me up with your cum."

"Yes."

Fuck, his voice at that octave should be illegal.

"Who knew you had a breeding kink?"

"A what?"

"Oh my god, how are you such a baby bi and still so ridiculously phenomenal in bed?"

"I'm not phenomenal at anything. You're just easy to get off."

"Are you calling me a slut?"

"What? No! "

"Pretty sure you just called me ‘easy.'"

"I meant easy for me . Shit. Echo, I like doing the things you like done to you, so I pay attention. I've always been paying attention. It's not magic, it's—"

Love .

"It feels like magic to me."