Page 40 of Before I Lost You

“I’d come in your ass,” he moans, “I’d make you mine. All mine.Onlymine.”

Those words are what do it for me. I’m pushed right off the edge, and then I’m falling and falling and falling. My orgasm hits me like a hurricane, devastating and powerful. It goes on forever, and he doesn’t stop thrusting against me, making the friction heavenly. It’s never fucking ending, and then his body is tightening against mine as he comes too.

“Conrad,” Kenneth moans loudly. “Oh, fuck!”

“Yes, baby,” I growl as his forehead comes to rest against mine and he thrusts faster. “Like that. Fuck me like that.”

Kenneth slumps against me when he’s done, burying his face in my neck. He chuckles, and then we’re both laughing. This is absolutely ridiculous. Both of us coming in our pants like we’re in high school.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” he groans. “But I wasn’t thinking about what we’d do after.”

I chuckle. “We’ll clean up.”

“This is kind of hard to hide.” Kenneth lifts his head at me and smirks. “You should’ve rejected me.”

I laugh hard at that. “Me? Rejectyou?”

“Yeah.” He grins.

“Never.”

His eyes turn fond, and he kisses me softly. Only once. But it’s enough to have me melting again. Kenneth gets up and offers his hand to me, grimacing when he moves, probably feeling the cum in his pants. It doesn’t feel great, that’s for sure, and it’s cooling surprisingly fast. We take off our pants and underwear so we can clean them, and then he’s rolling his eyes and sitting in the lounge area on the couch.

“I’m not putting those back on until it’s time to leave,” Ken says dramatically. “Feel free to be naked too.”

“I’m afraid that would lead to more of whatever that was,” I reply playfully. “I don’t think you can resist me.”

Kenneth smirks, “I don’t think I can either. Give me five minutes, and I’ll be ready to go again.”

I throw my head back and laugh heartily. “No fucking way. I need at least thirty.”

He raises an eyebrow. “What are you, fifty?”

“Twenty-six, asshole.”

Kenneth chuckles. “Close enough.” He’s twenty-three years old, and he loves reminding me of our very insignificant age gap. “You’re almost twenty-seven. August is right around the corner. You’re definitely old.”

“Fuck off.” I roll my eyes. But I’m grinning, loving the way he teases me. “I have a month left of being young.”

“You’re not gonna get gray hair on me, are you?” He waggles his eyebrows. “Never mind, I think I’d like that.”

“Is that so?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Absolutely.” Kenneth winks. “It would make you look sophisticated and possibly more handsome.”

“Do you have a thing for older men, Kenneth?” I get closer to him on the couch, and he bites his bottom lip.

“I have a thing foryou.”

“Now you’re just trying to get in my pants, aren’t you?”

“You’re not wearing any,” he replies cheekily. “Good thing I got them out of the way already.”

“I guess that makes it easier.” I kiss his cheek, and he places a pillow on his lap.

I lie down on my back, and he threads his fingers through my hair as I stare up at him. We look into each other’s eyes for what feels like forever, refusing to break contact. I see so much in those eyes now. Things he didn’t let me see a month ago. He’s more vulnerable and open. I can actually tell what he’s thinking and feeling most of the time, which is a jarring contrast to how closed off he used to be. He trusts me now, I realize. This is what trust looks like. He can be himself around me, and he knows it.Kenneth also knows I’ll do anything to protect his heart. That I’d never let him down.

“So…” I break the silence, and Ken startles slightly, his hand pausing in my hair. “When did you start taking pictures?”