“Ohh…shit…fuck,” I start to lose my footing on the floor, my feet getting sweaty.
Carmine leans down so that his chest is against my back and he kisses at the back of my neck as he humps me. His cock barely leaves me, but the tip and length rub at my prostate in small quick thrusts.
“Come inside me!” I tell him breathlessly. I’m pretty sure he’s wearing a condom, but it doesn’t matter. My words still cause the man to tremble on top of me.
We come at the same time.
Sticky and wet underneath me as my body tenses and then shivers several times. My cock swells and my balls clench. Everything is just static for a second or two.
Carmine is pushing his cock inside of me one last time and then crying out against the back of my neck.
Then, we’re both still. I melt into the bed; he melts into me.
We are one. One sweaty, bloody, aching, and satisfied mess.
Carmine whispers something against my hair, and his hand traces the curves of my back before he falls asleep.
He’s still inside of me.
And I love it.
At some point during the night, Carmine rolled off of me and we end up lying together side by side. My large arms are wrapped around his smaller body and he’s snoring like he’s never slept a night in his life.
I, however, wake up before dawn and can’t get back to sleep.
It’s hard to sleep when the man I’m risking my entire life for is right next to me…in my arms…looking so completely handsome and, for one of the first times ever, safe.
I just want to look at him, that’s all.
My stomach is growling like never before, though, and it gets hard to ignore. So, around six in the morning I finally pry myself from Carmine, go to the bathroom, and then pull on a pair of sweats I find in the closet before heading to the kitchen.
I have a plan. If there’s food in the house anyway.
Make eggs, bacon, and toast. Maybe some fruit if there’s anything salvageable, I’m not sure how often anyone is here. If I can’t find any food, I’ll just order something. We should have time for that, right?
I’m opening the fridge when I hear a crash through the front door. I don’t need to hear anything else. It doesn’t matter who it is, if they felt the need to bust through the front door, they’re bad news.
I rush through the kitchen to the hallway and into the bedroom where I lock the door and shove the dresser in front of it. I grab whatever clothing I can find and yank Carmine up from the bed. He’s only half awake.
“What the fuck?!” he huffs, his eyes barely open.
“Someone’s there, they busted through the door,” I tell him quickly. “We gotta get the fuck outta here.”
Carmine wakes up much quicker now. He pulls on the clothing I’ve tossed at him. Suddenly, a bullet goes straight through the door and into the dresser with a loud crack.
“Shit, fuck! He’s fucking insane!” I growl. “We gotta go out the window.”
Carmine sighs but moves quickly to get the window open. He jumps out first, and I follow behind him as I pull on a t-shirt I grabbed.
I’m shoeless but it doesn’t matter.
“Where’s your car?” I ask him as we make our way through the brush.
“It was out front, we’ll have to get by on foot,” he tells me. I reach out for his hand.
This all feels familiar, uncomfortably familiar, and my heart races in my chest.
Oh, well this is just fucking fantastic.
