I started to thrust slowly. “Do you know what you do to me?” I asked him. The angle was just right and I didn’t even have to adjust to have him moaning and making those desperate little sounds with every thrust. His hands were scrambling to grab something, and he finally got a hold of the headboard. His knuckles turned white and his legs locked around me.
I gripped his hips as I thrust into him harder. I was so close from watching him for so long, and my voice was tight as I said, “Does my baby need me to touch him?”
His eyes widened at the fact I’d used a term of endearment and not “cockslut.” He nodded eagerly. Knowing I’d never last long enough after such a buildup, I grabbed his dick firmly. His entire body jumped up to meet my hand.
He was lighting things inside me that I’d thought I’d lost. It wasn’t just a feeling in my body, but in my soul. I felt like I was on fire, but a good fire. I jacked his cock in time with my thrusts, swiping my thumb over the head, the sounds from my own throat nearly as desperate as the ones coming from his.
My thrusts grew harder as I got closer. “Fuck, Elijah. I’m so close. Are you going to come for me?”
His body was shaking, the handcuffs rattling on the frame. He nodded, trying to say something even though all that came out was a grunt. “That’s it, baby. Come on.” I was desperately trying to hold out until he got off. I slammed into his prostate two more times, then abruptly let go of his dick. The next thrust had him crying out.
“Mason!” His body went completely stiff below me, his abs contracting as his hips quaked and spurts of cum that seemed like they were never going to stop shot from his dick. It was all over him, all over the bed. I was pretty sure some hit the pillow. His mouth was open and his eyes wide as it continued on. He was still in the midst of his own orgasm when I lost control of mine.
The sob I let out was accidental, but he was still shaking as my dick pulsed inside him. When I dropped forward, catching myself with my hands on either side of his arms, he was panting and drenched in sweat, his dick still giving a twitch here and there and another little stream of cum slipping out.
I was out of breath as I gazed down at him, and he looked back up at me. “Was it good, baby?” I asked him.
He stared at me for a second like he wasn’t sure what words were. He finally said, “Oh, mygod, Mason.”
I smiled proudly and leaned down to kiss him. It was the longest, slowest, sweetest kiss we’d ever shared. There was nothing aggressive or possessive about it, just our mouths telling each other how we really felt without words. My dick was still inside him even though it was soft. I wanted my cum to stay there as long as possible.
I finally pulled back and stared down at him. He looked into my eyes and I knew he could read me better than I could him. His eyes were saying a lot right now, though. He smiled at me, an honest, open smile. Everything he’d given me was more than I ever thought I’d get. It was more than I deserved from him, but he gave it anyway. I smiled back. I gave him another quick kiss then pulled out, watching my cum run out of him.
I stretched and looked around on the floor for my things. I suddenly couldn’t resist. “Oh, shit,” I said, deadpan. “I forgot I left the handcuff key in my car.” My car that was at the shop in town waiting on a tire.
I looked over at him. His eyes were wide. “Mason, are you fucking serious?”
He looked so panicked that I actually felt bad. I laughed. “No.” I reached down and fished around in my pants pocket, pulling the key out and holding it up so he could see.
He huffed. “You are a gigantic asshole, you know that? You can’t just enjoy one fucking thing! You have to be a dick at some point, no matter what’s happening. You really haven’t changed that m—” I shut him up with another kiss as I unlocked the handcuffs above us.
When I pulled back, he glared at me, rubbing his wrists as he gave a little “Hmph.” He turned away dramatically to go to sleep.
I ignored his annoyance and cuddled right up to him as the big spoon, hugging him to me. He didn’t pull away, but relaxed into my body almost immediately. “I’m sorry,” I said, but there was a hint of laughter in it.
His hand found my forearm and rested there. “No you aren’t,” he said. “But I forgive you anyway.”
I smiled into his hair and we fell asleep.
Chapter 27
Three weeks later
Elijah
Iyawned as I walked through my front door. It had been a long day at work, but I was grateful I still not only had my job, but that my boss valiantly defended me any time anyone tried to whisper about me. He’d done so even before the truth all came out. You’d never find me complaining about my workplace.
I threw my keys on the table and smiled as Enyo ran out to greet me. She was either happy to see me or wanted canned food. No matter the reason, I gave her some head scratches and grabbed a can of her favorite flavor. She’d been spoiled lately. In fact, that was the only thing my boss was on my case about. He told me she was gaining a little too much weight when I took her in for her annual checkup, so I’d cut back the treats a little, but she was literally my hero and I was going to treat her like royalty. She purred as she started eating.
I opened the fridge, trying to decide what to make for dinner. Pasta was easy, and that sounded pretty good. I went tochange my clothes, glancing at the sketch in the hallway Mason had insisted on framing. It was a rendering of a selfie we’d taken on a hike to the waterfall deep in the woods behind my house. We’d been on a lot of hikes out there in the past few weeks. It was weird but liberating not feeling as though someone was coming after me twenty-four seven.
The truth had all come out, including the part where I’d deliberately tackled a homicidal maniac who was holding a gun. I was pretty sure Mason was behind that getting around, but he called me his hero. Derrick had a room in his mom’s basement dedicated to my demise, including my work schedule, some clothing fibers in a zip-lock bag that the police were pretty sure he’d gotten from my clothesline, a shovel from my shed that I hadn’t noticed was missing, and Mason’s fucking spare tire. Chase had admitted to everything on a plea deal, so as not to be released to the general population in prison and to avoid a possible death sentence.
Tanner and Jaron had even been leaving me alone. They’d been thoroughly investigated, since they’d still been friends with Chase. Chris had put the fear of God in them, but they were cleared. They even called Chase and Derrick pussies for going after people they didn’t know, just because those people had fucked me. They didn’t even sneer at me in the bar anymore. In fact, I got an almost apologetic nod from Jaron at one point.
Mason had mentioned things like going skydiving with me and going to Key West in the fall, but he hadn’t made a move to actually plan anything. If I was honest, I wasn’t sure what his intentions were. He was getting antsy sitting around and not working. He tried to keep busy, helping his parents with projects and trying to help me out with my place, but I knew he loved what he did for a living. Not doing it was getting to him.
He’d been going to his old therapist a few times a week, and I could tell already that it was helping. He hadn’t fully forgiven himself yet, and it was obvious sometimes that he was struggling with it all, but he was doing better. He was working on it. He was finally able to forgive himself for high school, or atleast almost, so that was something.
