I need him to do it.
“Drew.”
His eyes fall to my hand,
to where I’m lining him up.
Then he’s propping himself higher.
“C’mere, c’mere. Kiss me.
“Just… kiss me for a sec.”
He guides my mouth to his
as he sits all the way up?—
and kisses me
slow.
My grip on him slides off.
He takes over, lines himself up,
the thick tip dragging over my opening.
Then he pushes the head inside me?—
just the head.
And the brutal stretch
punches the air from my lungs.
“Shit—”
I lift up from the burn,
remembering why I like small dicks,
remembering why I got a contract,
rules, doors, walls, guards, exit strategies.
Andrew draws me back.
“Don’t run. C’mere—right fuckin’ here,”
he cups the back of my neck,
brushing his nose to my nose,
eyes drifting between mine.
“You want me?” he whispers. “‘Cause I do. I fuckin' do, Sonny. Iwantyou. Not just tonight—I want you all the time. So fuckin’ bad it makes me sick.” His hand cups the side of my face, makes me focus on him. “Tell me you want this for us. That you want me too. I need to hear it.”
I want to say yes, but my lungs are burning,
