Reaching down, I wrap my arm around his torso and pull. It takes him a second to understand, but eventually, he sits up all the way, back pressing against my chest. The pose feels odd because he’s so much taller than me, but he feels amazing in my lap as my cock fills him as deep as I can go.
“Oh god. I’m so close,” he grunts. “Shit.Shit. Right there.” He’s gasping now, rolling his hips, letting my cock graze his prostate with every movement.
“Ride me,” I tell him. “Ride my dick.”
He lifts up, then slams back down, and with a shattered moan, he does it again. Then again. Up and down, he bounces,moving harder, faster as I grip his hips and watch the place where we’re connected.
“Uh uh uh,” he pants as he moves even faster.
Taking pity on him, I reach around and grab his dick, then meet his thrusts with my own—harder and quicker than I’ve ever fucked anyone in my life.
“Shiiiiit,” he gasps. His legs spread wide, and it’s only my grip on his hip that’s keeping him upright as I jerk his cock. It’s thick, spilling precome like a fountain, and then I feel him throb hard.
I know what’s coming next.
My arm speeds up, and I press him down, forcing him to take me in hard nudges right to his prostate as he lets go. His head falls back against my shoulder as his arms go limp, and his moan is closer to a whispered sob as his climax rolls through him.
His ass clenches and twitches around me, and I’m nearly so lost in his pleasure that I almost miss my own. My orgasm is a slow-rolling thunder, starting low and rising through me, transforming into a violent heat that steals my breath. All I can do is clutch him tight and let myself spill, rope after rope, filling the condom inside of him.
North collapses first, falling onto his face, then rolling onto his side as my dick slips out. I catch the condom before it makes a mess, and I curl up at the edge of the bed, peeling it away and tying it off so I don’t regret it later.
It hits the ground with a dull, wet thud, and North bursts into laughter before wrapping around me and pulling me to his chest.
“I love you so fucking much.”
It’s too easy to twist in his arms and take the kiss I wanted to give him the entire time he was on my dick. His tongue movesslowly as it tangles with mine, and he lets go reluctantly when I pull back to speak.
“I love you too.”
“Is that getting easier?” he asks quietly.
The answer is both yes and no. It’s not as much of a fight, but the fear is still very real. Like if I tempt the universe hard enough and long enough, it’s going to try and ruin me again.
But I know that’s trauma talking. The fear is irrational, and I can’t let it win.
“It doesn’t matter,” I answer. I trace a touch over his jaw, watching his eyelids flutter closed, and he sighs, leaning into my touch. “This is what matters. I love you, and what we have is going to be it for me.”
“Mm. Yes.” He doesn’t open his eyes, but he puckers his lips, and I laugh into the kiss, letting it settle us both until we’re drifting toward a quiet oblivion that I hope will last the night.
TWENTY-FIVE
NORTH
Pacing usually helpsme feel better, but today, it doesn’t. I’m restless in the corridor, waiting for my sister to appear. I haven’t seen Starr in a while, and when I talked to her last, she sounded exhausted.
Glancing to my left, I see Meadow on her phone. She’s been staying at a friend’s place, though I’ve offered her my spare room since Leo isn’t going to be using it, and it would be proper motivation for me to clean it out.
She told me no, and frankly, I can’t blame her. Her friend has stability that I don’t think she’s ever known, and I understand why she’s craving structure.
She looks up at me, rolls her eyes, then goes back to her texting.
Westin smacks her on the leg, but Meadow flips her off without looking up again, and I shrug at her.
“It’s fine.”
Westin sighs and leans into Henry. She has stitches in her forehead where the glass got her the worst, but the rest of the bruising has faded, and Henry’s lip is scabbed over and starting to scar.
For some reason, the dark parts of my mind want me to take responsibility for what happened, just like I did when my stepdad attacked him, and I’m so tired of letting that voice tell me I deserve all the bad things that have ever happened to me.
