“God, yes,” I moan.
He hasn’t done that before, usually pulling out and bringing us both to orgasm together, but all I want right nowis for him to fuck me until he comes. His thrusts get more erratic, the noises escaping him sound almost feral.
I reach a hand beneath me to my dick, and it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to hit, spilling my cum all over the sheets. He must feel it too, because he quickly follows, calling my name as he does, pulling my ass into him while he fills me. I collapse forward onto my pillow, wanting to roll over, but he grips my hips and stops me.
“Don’t move, baby. Stay just as you are.”
“What?” I’m exhausted and can barely hold myself upright.
“I like seeing you full of my cum,” he murmurs, “if any escapes I want to push it back in.”
One of his fingers pushes into me and I gasp around him.
“Stephen,” I whimper.
He moans at the sound. “You’ve just had my big cock inside you and now you’re whimpering around my finger.”
“I’m… se… sensitive.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
He’s pressing against my prostate, which is already overstimulated from his dick; my mind feels like it’s going to explode, it’s too good… but the thought of him stopping… “No, no, please don’t stop.”
“Good boy,” he murmurs.
I can’t even tell what he’s doing, my head is spinning, I can feel him inside me and all around me, pressing me in the most sensitive places, my vision blurring.
“Stop,” I manage to whimper, and he pulls out, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me upright so I’m leaning back against his chest.
His cum leaks out of me but I try and ignore it, letting myself be held by him.
“Sorry…” I murmur, “that was too intense.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he whispers. “I only ever want to make you feel good, and if it ever goes past that point I need you to tell me so I can stop. Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
“Water, please.”
He gets me a bottle of water and helps me clean up, before carrying me over to his bed and wrapping us in his covers. As usual we fall asleep in each other’s arms, but that word keeps bouncing around in my head… roommate.
Chapter 16
Donovan
Icanbarelysitstill in the taxi, the feeling of wanting to vomit sits high in my stomach. The entire train journey was spent with my head against the glass, trying to keep my head cool instead of sweating with nerves. In a few hours, my whole world might implode. But I’ve got Stephen, Jamie, and Max on standby; the knowledge that I can go back to all of them giving me the boost I need to see this through.
It will be fine; I’m going to sit my mom and Miguel down and tell them I’m gay. I’m going to just say it, just like that. There’s no need to complicate things, no need to make a big deal out of it. I’m gay… I’m gay! That’s all I need to say… two and a half words… easy… right?
The taxi pulls up at Miguel’s house, and I let myself in.
“Mamá? Miguel? I’m here!”
“We’re outside, mijo!” Mom shouts.
I head out to the pool area, but my greeting catches in my throat when I see Beth and Diablo sitting with them.
“Hey, little bro,” Diablo says, pulling me into a hug.
“Hey,” I say, trying to muster up as much enthusiasm as I can. It’s his birthday weekend, what the hell is he doing here? “Happy Birthday. I… uh… I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
