Page 97 of Before I Lost You

I turn around, lifting my shirt to wipe my face and nose, then let it fall back into place. Taking deep breaths, I wait until I hear the elevator doors shut, but right as I’m about to turn around, arms envelop my waist tightly, and a warm body presses against my back. Ken rests his cheek against me, and finally,finally, my breathing evens out, and I melt under his touch.

“I’m so sorry, Conrad,” Kenneth says softly, but I don’t really want to hear that right now. I need to feel his love for me, and I need him to show it to me. I don’t need words, I need actions. “I’ll do whatever it takes to show you how sorry I am.”

I unwrap his arms from around my waist and turn around, and his tear-filled eyes look into mine with confusion. I walk him backward, pressing him against the wall, and wrap my hand around the back of his head, tugging on his hair until he’s looking up. I bite his neck softly, then harder, wanting to leave my mark. Ken shivers and moans, and it causes my cock to go hard. I breathe through it, though, then trail my lips up to hisjaw and nip it, then kiss it. My mouth makes a journey from his cheek to his lips, and then I hover over them, unsure if I should close the distance between us.

Ken does it for us.

His lips slam to mine, hard yet soft, and we both groan. I lick my way into his mouth, then stroke his tongue with mine, hoping the kiss heals me. He shifts, deepening the kiss, then starts running his hands all over my body, as if he can’t get enough, like he doesn’t know where to touch me longest. It’s driving me crazy, and I growl, pushing him into the wall a little harder. But he lets go of me, reaching behind himself for a moment, then pushes me away to break the kiss. We’re both panting, and when he holds up the packet of lube he usually keeps in his wallet for us, I stop breathing.

I swallow hard, but take it. “Ken?”

“Need you,” he breathes, “Need you right now.”

I groan when he turns around and shoves his pants and boxer briefs down his thighs to expose his ass, and I unbutton my jeans and shove everything down too. I’m taking him here, now, just like this. I take a long look at him—the way his hands are resting gently on the surface of the wall, his ass pushed out towards me, back arched beautifully just for me. Pushing his shirt up, I trail my fingers down his spine, all the way to his tailbone, and he moans. I shiver.

Fuck.

Everything about him does it for me.

Tearing the lube packet open with my teeth, I take a deep breath and then soak my cock with it. Then, I pour the rest of it over my fingers and circle Ken’s tight little hole. I need to be inside him so badly, but I refuse to hurt him. So I take my time prepping him. One finger, then two, until he’s slapping the door with desperation. And then I add a third one for good measure. Maybe torturing him is a form of revenge, but I know it’s as faras I’m going to take it. Once I’m inside him, I won’t be able to hold back. I’m fucking him until we both explode. We need it.

“P-please,” Kenneth pleads through gritted teeth. “I need you. Fuck me already, baby. Please, I’m begging you.”

“How hard do you want it, Ken?”

“Hard,” he replies, breath hitching when I withdraw my fingers. I notch my cock at his entrance. “Just shove it in. Do it already. I can take it. I can—oh,fuck!”

Kenneth cries out as I shove my cock inside him roughly. His hand slaps against the wall three times when I bottom out, and instead of giving him time to adjust, I withdraw to the tip and thrust back in hard.

“Yes!” Ken groans. “Harder. Faster.Deeper.”

I oblige, giving him what he needs. What I need. He’s going to feel this for the next fucking week if I have my way. He’ll never forget who he belongs to. Me. Fuckingme. No one else can have him. We’ll never be apart again—never again.

“Right there,” Kenneth gasps, squirming, and I grip his hip harder to keep him from moving. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I angle my hips and make sure to demolish his prostate over and over, and by the sounds he’s making, I know he’s about to come. But both his hands are still on the wall, fingers curled as I thrust into him almost violently. Well, I guess there’s no almost about it. It’s definitely violent. I’m fucking him harder than I ever have before, but he needs to get it through his fucking head that he can’t leave me again.

“Such a pretty pink hole, Ken,” I whisper in his ear, and he shivers and moans louder. “Is it mine?”

“Y-yes,” his voice catches. “All yours, baby. Only yours!”

“Show me then,” I tell him, making my thrusts harder and faster, making sure they’re hitting his prostate dead-on. “Come for me.”

“I don’t—” Ken moans, and I tighten my grip on his hips. “Oh my god, what the fuck is happening to me?”

“You’re going to leave your hands right where they are, Ken,” I demand. “And then you’re going to come all over this fucking wall.”

“I c-can’t—”

I bite his neck, hard, and he screams, his ass clamping down on my cock so hard that it steals the breath right out of my lungs. “What was that, Ken? I can’t fucking hear you.”

Kenneth screams, “Conrad!”

“Yes, baby, yes,” I groan, and he wiggles and slaps at the wall. The force of his orgasm makes my own crash into me, and it feels like it lasts forever. “Ken.”

“I love you,” Kenneth whispers as my forehead falls against his back. “I love you so much, and I’ll never stop.”

“I love you more than anything in my life. You’re it for me, Ken. I can’t let you go, not ever. Please don’t make me.”