Don’t give yourself a break. You can’t stop, even if you come.
I brought my fingers up to my lips, covering them in spit before pushing them into my ass. It could have been his cock, or his fingers, or his fucking fist. I didn’t care, I just wanted to feel him inside me, crying out for me.
The sounds I made were inhuman, but I still managed to say his name.
Harry, you’re killing me.
I groaned before lifting my ass off the captain’s chair, giving myself room to slowly push my fingers deep, imagining how easy it would be for Harry to fuck me like this.
It was too hot, too desperate. I did everything I could not to come, to make it hurt, to ache, to punish myself. I was lost to everything but Harry's words.
I’d held on, I’d made it through, I was going to outlast him.
And then….
"I need you…” Harry gasped. “Fuck… Dom… please…fuck me…"
I wasn't even clutching my cock when I came. I shouted as the tingles at the back of my balls sparked. I thrust my fingers as far into my ass as possible, hitting my prostate just as my name fell from his lips.
Harry!
I cried out, my hand going straight to my cock.
Cum spread over my stomach, staining my shirt and mixing with the ridges of my abs, a wide smile stretching my face.
My heart shattered with pure joy as all the bullshit I had layered on myself for weeks vanished and he confirmed for me what I had been dying to hear.
I needed to be with him, to kiss him, to tell him I loved him.
I was off the chair in seconds. The phone clattered against the control board in front of me as I wiped the cum off my stomach with the inside of my shirt.
I didn't need to catch my reflection in the window to see what a fucking mess I was, but who gave a shit?
Harry was down there, in his room, begging for me.
I couldn't leave him. I couldn't let him pretend he didn't need me there to love him and fill him.
Yeah, I was doing it so he could find out how good my cock was, but he sounded so needy and hungry that I couldn'tnotgo to him.
"I need you dominating me. Molly. I want you so badly.”
I choked out as pain slammed into me just as I shoved my cum-stained shirt into my waistband, my eyes wide as my heart plummeted.
Maybe he meant it; maybe he was calling for Molly...
No.
No. I wouldn't let it go.
I could hear his voice rising, hear his moans growing louder.
Swiping my phone, I held it close to my ear to capture every rustle of the bed, his heavy breaths, the sound of his ass as he sucked up the vibrator.
I sensed it in his tone. Even if he was trying to hide it, he sounded like he was going to cry. Not just cry out in pleasure, but it was the same tremor that was trapped at the back of his throat when he was so tired of fighting his parents, the Board, the hospital, and whatever else challenged him. It was only times like that that he’d let me hold him.
I froze, dying to run to him and taste the last cries he gave before he tipped over the edge.
Just imagine I'm there, Harry.
