The only reason I’m not kneeling on the floor is because Lou is pressing me firmly against the tile wall. “Stay here. I’m not done with you yet. Or would you rather lie down?”
He doesn’t even wait for my answer but pushes in a second finger. I love what he’s doing to me, love the sting and that he’s not taking too much time. I love the urgency in his movements because it shows me how hot he is for me.
My scream echoes through the small room as he penetrates me, my legs spread, my back arched, and one cheek pressed against the tiles.
“Shh, babe. You don’t want us to get caught.” With his hand over my mouth, he thrust once more before stroking that spot that makes my knees give way in a relentless rhythm.
Just before I come, he pulls out, but my frustratedwhimpering elicits little sympathy from him. “Dry yourself off, then get on the bed. I want to see your beautiful face when you come.”
Ah, fuck! If he hadn’t pulled out, his words alone would have gotten me to climax.
I can’t remember ever drying off so quickly. Lying stretched out on the bed, I wait for Louis, who is taking an agonizingly long time. When he finally comes out of the bathroom, my heart is beating in my throat. On the one hand, because I know what is about to happen, and on the other, because he looks at me as if I were the most wonderful thing he has ever seen in his life. I let myself fall into the dark depths of his eyes and know that I never want to come up again.
Like a predator, he crawls between my legs and then everything happens very quickly. He throws my legs over his shoulders and with one thrust he is deep inside me. His rhythm is unrestrained, his cock presses hard against my prostate and damn, the stars are within reach.
“Shit, babe, you’re so hot. I can’t hold out much longer. Can you touch yourself?” There are more practical positions for jerking off, but I already know I won’t need much.
And then there’s a second of pitch-black night before my world explodes in blinding lights. My muscle tightens around Louis’s length, holding him tight, pulling him in deeper. His face is contorted, and I feel his cock getting thicker inside me. With a loud cry, he lets go, pulsing inside me, riding the wave in his rapid rhythm and then collapsing on top of me.
We lie there, just like that. Louis on my stomach, my fingers dancing along his spine. Eventually, he slips out of me and my empty hole searches for something to enclose. Ourheartbeats slow down and slowly but surely we drift off to sleep. On the edge, I somehow still have the thought of taking a shower, but it’s not important enough.
Slowly I come to my senses, becoming more and more aware of my surroundings. I feel the warmth, skin to skin, fine hair tickling my back and legs. I hear the alarm clock blaring mercilessly in my ears, reminding us that we have to get up. Instead, I tighten my grip and pull Louis’s arm a little closer around me, kiss the back of his hand until he stretches and lolls behind me.
“I don’t want to.” Four words, so many meanings. I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to let you go. I don’t want it to be over.
I don’t want to either.
Chapter 18
Louis
18 years
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!”
The whole room is shouting and cheering. David breaks away from the group and throws his arms around Finn. I quickly join in when he finally lets go of him.
“Happy birthday!”
“Thanks! And thank you so much for the party, it’s a really cool surprise.” Finn wouldn’t have been able to celebrate like this at home in his parents’ three-bedroom apartment, and renting a venue was simply out of the question money wise. We have a large party room in our basement, and my parentsdidn’t mind us using it for this purpose. Each guest brought drinks and something to eat. Everyone likes Finn, so the party was organized in no time.
It’s a colorful mix of people from school, the team, and their partners. The atmosphere is great, everyone is laughing, some are dancing, small groups are standing together talking. A beer pong game is getting out of hand because Tobi and Kian aren’t filling the cups with beer, but with cheap vodka. And by filling, we’re talking about to the brim.
David nudges me from the side. We’re standing close together against a wall, his arm touching mine, but that’s all there is to it. It’s okay, we’re used to it by now, and yet I catch myself wistfully watching the couples sneaking out into the garden, giggling and kissing. Maybe I can take David upstairs with me later, just for a moment, for a kiss or two.
“Please tell me that’s water. Please.” Ah, he saw it too.
“Sorry to disappoint you. It’s that super-cheap booze from Lidl.”
“Do we need to intervene?” That was my first thought too, because even though everyone here is over eighteen, I don’t feel like dealing with people puking. Pushing myself off the wall I see David following me in the corner of my eye and I give him a grateful wink, glad that I don’t have to be the party pooper all by myself.
“Small rule change. Each team needs as many players as there are cups, and each player drinks only one cup. Not a sip more. Anyone who cheats is out.” I ignore the boos and complaints. “None of you are sober, this is hard liquor, and anyone who doesn’t like my rules is welcome to leave, but I’m not going to stand by and watch someone drink themselves into a coma.”
With that, I turn around and leave the table, scanning the room, searching. “Where’s our birthday boy, anyway?”
“Heleft when you made that announcement. He can’t handle negative vibes.” That’s true, when we lose, Finn always leaves the court immediately for the locker room.
“Maybe he picked someone up?”
