Frustrated, I cry out and beg like a little kid at the candy shop. “Don’t stop. Again. More. Please.”
Jannis gently bites my butt cheek. “Don’t panic, I just need more lube. I’m back. Can you feel the difference?”
“Ah, fuck, yes.” More. Two fingers. More pressure, full... “Ahh! What... shit...” An indescribable feeling rushes through my body and with every touch of that spot, I see stars.
I can’t take it anymore, I have to come. Fast and hard, that’s all I need right now.
And so I do—faster and harder than ever before. Jannis’s finger slides out of me as I let myself fall onto my stomach. Into my own cum, but my mind is too fuzzy to care. I hear my pulse in my ears and Jannis’s irregular breathing behind me.
Wait, why irregular? I turn around and the sight takes my breath away. He’s kneeling between my legs, his cock in his hand, his eyes closed, his blond curls falling over his broad shoulders.
My brain shuts down for a moment, and I reach back and pull him down on top of me so that he’s lying flat on me. “Like the first time.”
Jannis understands immediately. “Fuck yes.” I pull my ass cheeks apart and immediately feel Jannis’s length on my hole, then I tense up.
He comes quickly. His cock twitching again and again, squirting cum into my ass crack and onto my sacrum, a fine trickle running over my hole, and fuck, is it normal I find that so hot?
I hope Jannis doesn’t get up right away, I hope he stays on top of me holding me beneath him. Forever.
Chapter 37
Jannis
“How are you feeling about tomorrow?” Dayyan looks at me with concern.
Tomorrow is the first day of school after the holidays, and we’ve made our decision. We don’t want to hide. Any straight couple would walk into school tomorrow holding hands without even thinking twice. They’d kiss in the auditorium, and no one would care. We want that too. And even though we know our reality will be different and far too many people will turn around to look at us, we’re doing this together.
“I’ve been texting Valérie. We’re meeting at 7:30 at their end of the dragon meadow and then we’ll ride together.” That should help a lot. Val is popular enough and no one wants to mess with V. No one can end an argument faster and more eloquently than V. Except me maybe, but for that I’d have to speak at school, and with my device, the effect is lost. Valérie is the perfect complement.
“You’ve been texting a lot since the vacation.” There is no judgement in his tone, and I nod thoughtfully.
“Do you know why Val was so mean to me all those years? V wanted my attention, wanted to be friends with me, I just didn’t understand their strategy.”
Dayyan laughs. “Did Valérie say that? Maybe the strategy just wasn’t that great?”
I laugh along with him. Obviously, it wasn’t. “Shall we take Flocke for a walk?”
“If you can separate my dog from your brother?”
Since the vacation, Luca and Flocke have been the dream team. It was great on Saint Émile, Dayyan and I could do whatever we wanted and the two of them went for walks, shopping, and even secretly to the beach late at night from time to time.
Since we’re back, we hardly ever meet up outside anymore, and why should we? Our parents know about us and are happy when we’re home. After just one week, Flocke already knows her way around at our house so well, she just trudges into Luca’s room on her own, whether he’s home or not, and Paps got her the pink water bowl from the caravan.
“True, but we can go in the pool, and you can choose whether I wear the flamingo trunks or the lips.”
Dayyan’s face lights up. “You take the lips and I’ll borrow the flamingos, I don’t have anything with me.”
“You’re staring into space again.” I flinch when Dayyan touches my shoulder. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Everything and nothing. One horror scenario after another. Below-the-belt comments that I can’t respond to. Each one worse than the other. “I can’t defend myself. I have to listen to what they say about us and can’t do anything about it.”
Dayyan wraps his arms around me, and I lean into him without hesitation and without thinking, and I can breathe a bit more freely. “Why is everything so much easier in your arms?”
I don’t understand it, our reality is still the same. Nothing has changed, and yet it no longer feels so hopeless.
“Magic.” He waves his fingers exaggeratedly in front of his face, and I feel the warmth of my laughter before it bubbles out of me. “Come on, I have an idea.”
In one smooth movement, he pushes himself up from the edge of the pool and pulls me out of the water with him, dragging me purposefully toward the house. “Hey, stop, we’re wet.”
