I finally had what I’d always needed. I didn’t have to fight. I didn’t have to worry. My ray of sun, my angel with no wings, mysomething more.
It took a minute for me to adjust to the feel of him. A fullness I’d never had before, combined with a rightness I’d never felt. He was still, until I nodded to him. “I’m ready.”
He kissed me again, with fire and passion and enough love for an eternity. And when his lips left mine, he shifted back on his knees, placing his hands right over the painted handprints. I watched as his fingers curled in the exact spots, holding me as if I were precious and fragile. Like I meant the world to him.
I watched as he pulled out slowly, only to use my hips to pull me back onto him. A deep, animalistic groan rumbled from my chest as I threw my head back. The motion caused a tear to fall down my cheek—a tear I hadn’t known I’d shed.
Every breath I took was effortless, my eyes shut from the overwhelming fucking ecstasy. Elio pushed me and pulled me, only to push me and pull me over and over and over, and I was lost in it. Fucking lost in him.
“You feel so fucking good, Cres. Oh my god.” His voice was deep and gravelly, little more than a growl. “Fuck, I had no idea it felt this fucking good.”
I couldn’t do anything except chant his name. When he fell over me, pushing my legs further apart, contorting our bodies together, I was gone. I was so out of my mind, Ialmost exploded the moment he wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking me in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, baby.” My body was moving on its own, chasing the pleasure.
He covered my mouth with his, though it was more like breathing each other’s air and swallowing each other’s moans than kissing at that point. My entire body shifted as he moved his knees, tilting my hips.
I was angled, giving him the perfect access straight to my prostate. “Right there! Right there, right there, right there, yes.” I squirmed against the pillows beneath me, his lips and tongue finding my neck to lave.
The pleasure built, and built, and built, until a final stroke, a final caress of my prostate had every muscle in my body constricting. I gasped, panting and moaning incoherently as my cum shot into his hand and onto my stomach.
Elio was speaking into my ear, but I couldn’t hear him. His thrusts got faster, their coordination uneven and sloppy. He was losing it just as much as I had. I moved my arms up his back, holding just underneath his shoulder blades. I felt his muscles ripple beneath his skin as he thrust into me one final time. A deep moan, long and ragged, left him as he came inside of me. I could feel it—his cock pulsing in me, filling me up just like I’d been craving.
I let go and let him hold me as we both panted through our comedowns. My skin was sticking to his, sweat dripping between our bodies, but neither of us gave a single fuck.
When he slipped out of me, I could feel his cum dribble from my ass. I lifted my arm, letting him lay his head on my chest as I looked around the bed.
Our sheets, once a pristine white, were covered completely in forest-green stains. The paint bottle lay on the floor beside the bed, along with the lube and blankets.
My nose was burning along with my eyes, but I didn’tsniffle, and I didn’t wipe the tears. I refused to hold back anymore. Not with Elio by my side, and in my arms.
Instead, I closed my eyes, feeling the exhaustion in my body. It wasn’t weighted, and it wasn’t deep in my bones like depression was. There was peace in my heart, and happiness lying on my chest.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Moon was chewingon a dill pickle, talking with his mouth disgustingly full. Maybe FaceTiming him wasn’t the best idea. “Well, Mom and Dad were talking about seeing if you two wanted to move down here. Or close by, anyway.”
Crescent and I shared a look before I focused back on the screen, tilting my head. “Why’s that?”
“For starters, you’d be close to us again. And your apartment is pretty damn small. Sorry to burst your bubble, but if Elio keeps painting, you’ll need some more room.” He finally swallowed and wiped his mouth. “But, also, you wouldn’t have to worry about Dipshit causing any problems. You’d be away from him.”
I was already shaking my head. “I don’t think moving out of our home and town just because of one person is the wisest decision.”
He hummed, just before obnoxiously slurping through the straw of his fountain drink. “If I ever see that fucking asshole, so help me, El, I will tear his head clean off.”
“You and me both,” Crescent chimed in.
Moon glared at him before continuing. “But it isn’t just one person, El, it’s your abusive ex-boyfriend. And it’d be okay if it were. You guys don’t have any support or family there.”
“Come on, guys.” I rolled my eyes. “We have our therapists and Sarah—it isn’t like we’re completely without help.”
“Sure, yeah, you guys have that, but think of how fun it’d be to live close to us again. And I wouldn’t have to murder a man in cold blood for fucking with my baby brothers. It’s a win-win situation.”
I furrowed my eyebrows at him. He was shrugging as if that wasn’t one of the worst things he could’ve said. “Stop incriminating yourself for a crime you haven’t, and wouldn’t, commit.”
Crescent was looking off to the side. “I mean, it isn’t a bad idea, but I don’t want to leave the bakery. Or my therapist who I just started working with.”
“Valid point, little bro. Just think about it, okay? I worry about you—both of you.” Moon shifted, his tone going softer. “We all really missed you while you were gone, El. Like, a lot.”
