“Shit! Alvin! I’m-I’m close!” he cries out, his voice cracking up an octave.
Burying myself again and again into his squirming body, the grip of his coarse hands around my arms, his feverish expression, the wet, squeezing pleasure of being engulfed, this new happy feeling of self-confidence rising in my chest—it all swells together into something tremendous and overwhelming and awesome.
I’m close too.
I dig in my knees and plunge deeper. A continuous thrum of rapture now fills my groin, but underneath, I also sense a churning sea of energy inside ofhim. It has to be his life force, and it’s like electrified joy and delight. Something inside my chest unfurls, ready to receive it.
I’m edging, and God, I so want to make myself come, right now, make usbothcome. I want to drink deep from this well inside him. This is what I was meant for.
But I need to keep Rafa safe!
I urgently push my shoulders forward and use my enhanced strength to raise Rafa high onto his upper back and wrap over his torso so I can bring my mouth against his. On my toes, hanging over his chest, and with gravity on my side, I press my lips hard against his and pour a clear message into every fiery kiss:
I need you to be okay. You’re worth protecting. I really, really like you.
And this beautiful man responds, cooing again and again from the back of his throat. They’re sounds of comfort, like someone lost for a long time who’s finally found his way back into a loved one’s arms. We’re completely in sync, deeply connected in tangled, thrusting, kissing, sexy bliss.
Then a jolt of ecstasy shudders into me as his butt grips hard around my driving shaft, his coos scrape into a long groan—and strips of hot wetness splatter against my belly.
A geyser of electric energy immediately follows, erupting into my chest. I drive the underside of my head harder into the hot, velvety walls of his passage. A delicious and familiar squeeze of pleasure pulls in from the base of my dick. It draws up, taut and incredible, all-consuming delight crashing up into me like a roaring wave. I cry out!
And I fill him up with my come.
Giving back as I’ve been given.
Then…
Then…
I slow down…
To a stop.
Still in him. Still pressing him under me.
And we hold there together a long moment while we get our breath back.
His eyes smile up at me, drunk and spent, and we both chuckle for some reason. Both relieved, I guess. But we also laugh because we’re happy.
Shifting back so he’s not in quite as crazy a position, I stay inside him, still hard.
“You okay?” I ask through the canyon of his thighs. I’m still panting, coming down to Earth.
“Never better, Alvin,” he says, his voice soft and airy. His body limp and loose. “I feel amazing. Definitely a lot more wiped than I usually am but also… reallyalive…” He bites his lip, searching for the words. “Somehow, once you came, it was like something inside me opened up. Something bottomless—endless—and it made everything I’ve ever worried about feel insanely small. It’s going to take me a while to figure it out, but it honestly feels likeanythingis possible now!” He laughs again. “Is that how it always is? If so, maybe you should bottle this stuff!”
Based on how my mom’s lovers have been after they spent the night with her—that is, crazy strung out and desperate before she sent them packing—I’d have to say no. But Collin did mention it would be different with me. More like how it should be.
“So, did it work?” he asks, raising his brows, his delight sobering a bit.
I check in with my muscles. If they felt like they were filled with the power of a small locomotive after being with Collin, now it’s more like a top-tier fighter jet. Like a giant rocket that could blast to the moon and beyond.
I nod, smiling warmly at him, and he exhales a long, sweet sigh, stretching his arms over his head, grinning open-mouthed like a big, happy dog, in no rush to separate from me. He really does look blissful and at peace.
“That’sawesome,” he says sleepily, holding in place a moment. Then he reaches down and wraps his fingers around mine. He raises my hand a few inches above the mattress and squeezes it firmly, even giving it a little shake, like we’ve just accomplished something extraordinary together.
And I guess we did. I have the juice I need. But like Rafa, I also got something more. Something I didn’t expect.
I don’t need to be scared of being a monster anymore. Collin was right. I’m not my mother. I wasn’t born to hurt people with this power. I was born to make good things happen. Maybe evendivinethings happen.
