The stretch of him entering is nothing compared to feeling his piercing push in. I won’t lie—I was a little nervous—but the moment he’s fully inside me, dragging against my wall, my eyes roll back.
“Fuuuck, that’s it. You’re taking me so good, sunshine.”
It feels like minutes before he fully settles inside me, and as my ass meets his thighs. I swear I’m floating.
He places one hand on the top of my shin and wraps the other around my dripping cock. Then he fucks me—pulling back and thrusting forward hard. My back, already arching off the bed, curves further with every forceful movement.
My hands grip the sheets as I watch him drive into me, our skin slapping together. Each thrust drags his tip against that sensitive spot inside me, making my mind spin.
The way he strokes and fucks me simultaneously has me already teetering on the edge.
“B-Baby, I’m… I’m going to come.”
His jaw clenches as he grins. “That’s my good boy. I want you to come for me and only me.” He picks up his pace. “Make a mess while I fill you with my cum.”
He pulls back only to slam forward again, his grip tightening just under the head of my cock. My legs shake uncontrollably. I shut my eyes so tight I see stars, and I come so hard that my release jets across my chest and face.
My moans are loud, but nothing overtakes the slapping of our skin and his grunts of pleasure.
“Thaaat’sit, fuck, that’s it.” His vigor doesn’t stop, and he continues stroking my sensitive cock, causing me to clench around him. “You feel fucking—” He groans, pulsing as he thrusts all the way forward, burying himself inside me. “—incredible, goddamn, Ayden.”
The pressure inside me builds so fast, I feel like I’m coming again myself.
Keo turns his head and bites down on my calf, breathing heavily as he pumps short, shuddering thrusts into me. His shoulders twitch with every movement, and the way he reacts to coming inside me… my god, I need to see it every single time.
Lights are staying onindefinitely.
After a few seconds of catching his breath, he slowly pulls out of me. I can feel his release beginning to follow, but then he shoves his fingers in.
He leans over me just as I moan, his mouth capturing mine. He drags his tongue across my lips, then traces every spot where my cum landed.
“All mine. Fucking all mine.”
He continues licking every inch of me, and by the time he’s done, my cock is hard again.
We spend the rest of the night lost in each other—making a mess, and cleaning it up.
40
Ifeel like I’m living in a dream, one I definitely don’t want to wake up from.
It’s been four weeks, and my time with Keoni has been the best I’ve ever had. This is how my first—and last—relationship was meant to be. I know he would’ve been my high school sweetheart; we just… click.
Keo’s mom would say two souls are born for one another, and I truly believe his was meant for mine. This isn’t even a second-chance situation—we never got our first. I ache for the younger me who had to watch him walk away, but I’m so happy with how things have turned out.
Except, I think of the circumstances that brought us here, and I remember it was the deaths of our parents that led us back together. I shouldn’t be wanting to thank them, but god, I do, and I wonder if they’d forgive me.
I love my dad, and some days I find myself rifling through old photos I’d stashed in boxes still piled in the closet. We’ll convert the loft for storage once the weather warms up, but until then, the boxes stay wherethey are.
I never noticed how, in every high school photo, I was always closest to Keoni. Dinners—I sat beside him. Movie nights with our parents—I was beside him. There’s a photo of us atStar Wars: The Last Jedi; he had his arm around my shoulders, pulling us as close together as possible for the shot.
Then there are photos with all five us; Dad, Stepmom, Alysa, Keo and I. A surge of hate that shouldn’t be there runs through me knowing that it’s because of their love, ours didn’t get a chance to exist.
I’ve crossed a narrow bridge with my feelings.
I miss my dad.
But… I’m happier now because I can finally havemyhappiness.
