He whined and whimpered, his ass convulsing around my cock as I shuddered behind him, completely lost in my release.
I collapsed on top of him, decorating the backs of his shoulders with soft kisses.
He let out a happy little satisfied moan as I buried my face in his neck.
“I love you, too,” I whispered.
“I know you do, angel.”
There was a beat of silence, and he let me just lie on him, hugging him into my chest as we came down from our highs. After a moment of catching my breath, I forced myself to be honest with both him and myself.
If he was going to give himself to me in the way he had just promised, he deserved that much, at least.
“You’re right. I am scared,” I admitted, and he shifted, rolling onto his back, causing me to slide out of him.
“I’m so afraid I’m going to take things too far, and you’re going to leave me.”
He brushed my hair out of my eyes, dropping a gentle kiss on my lips.
“That’s not going to happen.”
“What if I accidentally hurt you too much, and you hate me?”
He frowned. “I could never hate you, Cal. That’s impossible.”
“You don’t know that, Ryan. I’m… broken. I have darkness in me.”
He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me again. My heart fluttered, and I closed my eyes, unable to keep myself from melting into him.
“If you ever get lost in the dark, I’ll make sure you find your way back, angel,” he whispered, gently sucking on my lip ring in that sweet way he now seemed to have a habit of doing.
“You will?” I asked, my voice gruff and my throat tight with emotion.
He nodded, kissing my lips again and again.
“I’ll always bring you back.”
After Cal fucked me senseless, I decided to change the sheets and run a load of laundry.
I told Cal I would meet him downstairs, but even though I had done my best to soothe Cal’s mind, he was still clearly feeling lost.
I had to keep reminding myself that Damian had been the closest thing Cal had ever had to a parent, and killing him was definitely taking a toll on his mental health.
Not that he would ever admit that. But it was clear in the underlying current of sadness that he tried to cover up with his usual boyish charm.
Between my broken dark angel and getting Fairview back up and running, I had my work cut out for me… but I felt optimistic.
Thinking of the way Cal’s hard, warm body felt pressed up against me and the insane amount of pleasure he’d stroked from my core, I couldn’t help but smile.
I had no idea sex could be like that. The few times I had sex in college, it’d been clumsy and not something I particularly enjoyed.
There was a time with one girl where I was having a really hard time staying hard, and she said something about it that I think she meant to be kind but was just fucking humiliating.
‘It’s ok, it happens to everyone!’
Like I had erectile dysfunction or something… It was just easier to avoid sex altogether after that.
It all made sense now. Obviously, it had been difficult to stay hard for her. I was fuckinggay.
