“The thought alone is enough to kill me. Now, hold your hand right there, pretty boy. I’m gonna fuck it.”
I stay exactly where he puts me, his hand cupping the other side of his shaft so he’s caged tight between us. His breathing turns ragged, desperate as he thrusts his hips.
“Now kiss me,” he orders.
I lean in and give him a soft kiss, but Skip isn’t having softness. He drags me down by the back of the head and devours my mouth, tongue fucking my mouth just as his dick fucks into our hands. It’s messy, frantic, and overwhelming.
I don’t know how long it lasts. However long it is, it’s not long enough.
Suddenly, Skip grunts, low and brutal, and heat splashes across my neck, chin, and cheek.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I should’ve turned the lights on. I want toseemy mark on your skin.”
My lips throb from the assault. My dick’s harder than it has ever been, and my whole body trembles as his hand moves up, fingers spreading his release across my skin like he’s claiming me inch by inch.
Then he cups my jaw gently…so gently…and rubs his thumb across my swollen lips.
“Lick them,” he whispers. “Taste how sexy you fucking are. Taste what you did to me. Tasteme,Eli.”
And of course… I do.
And, oh, help me, he tastes good.
Skip inhales sharply. “I can feel your need, baby.”
I shake my head weakly. “I’m not ready,” I whisper. “No one’s ever touched me before. I need to make sure my body can handle it.”
“How does your body react when you pleasure yourself?” he asks, voice low with curiosity but gentle. “Do you ever faint?”
My face burns. “I don’t know. I’ve never… allowed myself to do that.”
Everything goes still.
Skip doesn’t breathe. He doesn’t so much asmovefor a full five seconds.
“Are you telling me…” he says slowly, “that you’ve never had an orgasm before?”
“I’ve been too afraid,” I admit. “I know that when my body shuts down that I’m usually back up in less than a minute. But, what if the intensity of it is so massive that something different happens?”
“Do people with your condition have sex?”
“Yeah,” I say. “But for people who have severe cases like mine, it’s common for an episode to happen right after orgasm.”
I take a deep breath and try to explain the best way I can.
“I’m about to get real nerdy on you,” I say. “So, buckle up. Okay, think of it like this. During orgasm, the body’s senses are heightened, and everything switches into overdrive. That’s the sympathetic system…or thegas pedal.Heart racing, adrenaline pumping, nerves firing like crazy.” Skip’s fingers trace slow circles on my lower back, grounding me. He doesn’t interrupt, which somehow makes this harder and easier at the same time. I take a breath and keep going.
“But right after that high point, the body hits the parasympathetic phase…or, the brake. It’s supposed to calm you down. For most people, it’s gentle. Normal. But for me? My brake slams hard. Too hard. My blood pressure drops too fast, and my brain basically says, ‘Nope,’ and shuts off.”
My voice cracks a little, but I force myself to keep talking.
“That’s why I’ve never… you know. I’ve never let myself get close to that point. I’m scared. Because losing consciousness inthe middle of something that’s supposed to be good? That just sounds humiliating. And dangerous.”
Skip’s hand moves up my spine. I breathe against his chest, the dark room wrapping around us like a blanket.
“I’ve seen you pass out,” Skip murmurs, voice low and steady, like he’s talking straight into the parts of me that never calm. “I know your body crashes sometimes.”
“I know.” My fingers curl against his chest. “But that’s different. That’s me fainting because I’m scared or stressed, or I forgot to eat. This would be… I don’t know. More personal. More intense. And I’m terrified of waking up disoriented. Or hurting myself. Or…”
