“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, pushing my hips into his grip, andshit, I’m already close.
“You won’t,” he says, his brows furrowing. “I want it.” He turns his head, pressing his lips to the inside of my wrist. “If I need a break, I’ll tap your thigh, okay?”
I intend to say no. I can’t risk it. But when he adds a please so quietly, I can only see the word form on his lips, something in me breaks open. “Okay,” I say, gathering his hair, guiding my cock back into his mouth.
I go slow.
Slower than he was probably expecting, but I can’t just— I need to know he’s okay. I don’t know what I would do if I hurt him the way Jason hurt me. But he relaxes into it, his shoulders dropping, one hand braced on my thigh and the other working his own cock out of his pants, stroking it in time with my thrusts.
Taking everything I give him with his eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
I stroke his hair back from his face, he opens his eyes and looks up at me, and everything I’ve been holding in comestumbling out. “You looked so fucking good tonight,” I tell him, grunting with my thrusts. “Every single person in there wanted you, you know that?”
He moans in response, his hand moving faster on his own cock, but still taking mine in his tight throat, swallowing around me in a way that almost makes me tip over the edge every single time.
“But,fuck,that’s okay. Because you’remine.”
I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore, but that last line sets Mike off. He comes with a full body shudder and a moan I’ll never forget.
I don’t last long after, spilling down his throat while he’s still coming down from it.
Mike pulls back after I’m finished, but he doesn’t go far. Swaying forward, he rests his forehead against my thigh.
“Hey,” I say, running my hand through his hair. “You okay?”
He doesn’t answer right away, but when he finally looks up, his eyes are wet. Not crying, but close. “I’m fine,” he says, sounding rougher than usual.
But when he smiles, I can tell it’s real.
Still, I search his face for something more, making sure he really is okay after that, but I don’t find anything sad. So I decide to believe him.
“Okay,” I say, and he must take that as the conversation being over because he leans his head back against my thigh and closes his eyes.
Chapter 13
Before
It was a stupid thing to do.
I know it now, I knew it then, but I’ve never had much control over what my face does when I see him.
It happened in the hallway between third and fourth period. I rounded the corner on the way to my locker, and there he was, talking to some of the guys from the football team, and I just—
I smiled at him.
You know, the involuntary thing that happens when you see yourboyfriend.
He looked away fast, back and forth at his teammates and then back to me, the smile on his face shifting to something colder.
He finds me after school. Behind the gym, where I wait for Nate to drive us home. He’s already there when I come around the corner, wearing the same glare from earlier.
“What was that?”
“What was what?” I ask, keeping my tone innocent even though I know exactly what he’s talking about.
“You think this is funny?” He steps closer.
“I didn’t do anything—”
