“Let me think. You like this.” Without warning, he pushes in all the way. My muscle protests briefly, but the feeling of no longer being alone in my body is a relief. When Jannis has played with my ass before, it was all about pleasure and the pursuit of a hot orgasm. Today is different. He focuses less on my prostate and more on my muscle, stretching and pulling until he can insert a second finger and finally a third.
I am patient. “That’s enough. I’m ready.”
Very patient, in fact. “Jaaaaannis. Please. Now.”
I don’t put any pressure on him. “I’m coming if you keep this up.”
But it’s impossible to deter him while I melt beneath him.
“Do you want to stay like this, or change position?” Without answering, I turn around. On all fours, in front of him, was my first sexual fantasy with Jannis, and I want it to come true. I hear the foil of the condom, the click of the lube. Jannis holds my hips with one hand. “Last chance to say no,ma lune.”
“Yes.”
Without hesitation, he guides his cock to my hole. My heart is racing, nerves flood my body. His tip is less pointed than hisfinger is, and the pressure feels different on my muscle. I exhale and try to relax. “Go on.”
Jannis pushes forward a little harder and my muscle gives way. I feel him inside me immediately. The pull is minimal; he has done a good job of prepping me and I want more. I push back with momentum and oh God, that feels good. “Ahh. Keep going, more.”
“I’m afraid of hurting you.”
“You’re not, it feels incredible.”
He obviously takes pity on me, because with small but quick movements, he rolls his hips and penetrates me deeper and deeper with short thrusts until his pubic bone hits my tailbone and our balls touch. Fuck, that’s deep.
He slowly pulls out only to thrust back a little harder. He’s searching for a rhythm and a position where he can hit my prostate. Personally, I’d say fuck it, but Jannis is already too caught up in his own head. Carefully, I raise my upper body until I’m sitting on his cock. Jannis immediately wraps his arms around me, pressing his head into my neck.
The next thrust hits the spot. Everything goes black and fireworks explode in my body. Over and over again. I moan, I scream, I whimper until Jannis takes pity on me and puts his hand around my cock. I shamelessly thrust into his fist while he takes my ass. Nothing is tender and gentle anymore.
“How close are you?” Jannis’s voice is tortured, but I’m no better off. My answer is a lost cause at that moment when the fireworks in my body become a supernova. My ass pulsates, holding Jannis’s cock captive until he moans behind me. His dick twitches inside me, over and over again.
Completely exhausted, he falls forward and buries me beneath him. I can still feel him inside me. We are one, connected not only in our hearts, but our bodies are also fused,and I can no longer tell where I end and he begins. No longer Jannis and Dayyan, just us.
Chapter 41
Jannis
“Come on, take another sip. Just a little one.” But Dayyan is so exhausted, he just shakes his head and his mouth remains shut, like his eyes.
Friday night, Dayyan’s mother called me and told me he got knocked out by a high fever. Luckily, it’s the weekend, I’d have to go to school if not, but now I can be with him. I know there’s a 100% chance that I’ll catch this crap, but I can’t leave him alone. I just can’t. The mere thought of it makes my chest tighten and breathing difficult.
My head is resting on his chest, and I can hear his heart beating loudly and steadily. “It’s all right, sunshine. It’s just the flu. Don’t worry.”
But I am worried. The last time I didn’t worry, my boyfriend died, from one day to the other. That’s not going to happen to me again. Not that. Not with Dayyan. I wouldn’t survive that.
“Do you want to watch a movie?”
“Are you completely crazy? You have a fever of 104°F and chills.”
Dayyan smiles weakly. “Body aches too.”
“You’re going to take some ibuprofen and then sleep it off,ma lune. No discussion. I’m here with you, I won’t leave you alone, not for a second. I’ll take care of you.”
“Thank you, sunshine. I love you.”
My fear grows the longer this fever lasts. Why is he saying he loves me? Is he worse than he’s telling me? Is he saying goodbye to me?
“Do you have a headache?”
“No, not worse than usual.” Not reassuring.
