“Sorry…” I swallow sheepishly.
“Don’t be. Just do what feels good,” he tells me with a soft smile that, even with the face paint of Static, is so reminiscent of Cedrick, it makes me fall that much harder.
I close my eyes and let my head fall back as I roll my hips against him. I feel his dick move inside me, and it takes up so much room, I don’t even know how it fits, but it does, like it belongs there, and it’s sogood.
I get lost in the rolling movement of our bodies. Sweat dripping and clinging, lingering kisses stolen between each panting breath shared in the hot, flashing space between us. Cedrick lifts up, and I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him.
Our sweaty bodies stick together as we ride one another closer to the edge.
“Oh, God, I-I’m—I’m close,” I stutter, and Cedrick chuckles darkly.
“Me, too, darlin’. Let me feel you. Give me your cum, Madison.”
“Holy s-shit!” I scream when the fire bursts through the dam, and I throw myself backward into Cedrick’s awaiting arms. He catches me as my cock spurts my release between us, splattering it on our stomachs.
“Darlinnnn’,” Cedrick groans as he holds me tight against him, and I feel his dick pulse as he floods me with warmth, and I flush from head to toe at the realization that he’scoming inside me.
By the time we’re finished, leaning against each other and panting, my thoughts come swirling back at a million miles a minute—in the sound of my mother’s voice.
Abomination.
Sodimite.
Wrongwrongwrong.
I shake my head to try to clear them, but her voice echoes.
I just had sex.
With a man.
I nod.And that’s okay…
I blink through the sting in my eyes.
But what if it’s not?
Oh, God. Is it wrong? Am I going to go to hell? Do I even believe in this? I don’t think so, but what if it’s true, whether I believe in it or not?
Shit.
Shitshitshit.
I’m freaking out, and I know I’m freaking out, but I don’t know what to do.
I feel the tears stinging my eyes and try as I might to keep them from escaping, I blink, and they fall. They splash, hot and wet and shameful, against Cedrick’s shoulder.
He pulls back with a frown, his paint smeared from what we did. “Madison?...” he asks, sounding so concerned, it breaks my heart.
I swallow. I don’t know how to explain this.
I… I can’t.
“I’ve gotta go,” I rasp and pull away from him with a wince. I feel the hot, wet trickle of cum escape from my body, but I don’t allow myself to think about it as I scramble off Cedrick’s lap.
The light is disorienting as I try to find my clothes, but I manage somehow and pull them on. All the while he sits there, naked, staring at me with wide, white eyes.
“Darlin’, what’s goin’ on?”
