Page 48 of Never Forget

There’s a rush of warmth, the feeling in my arms coming back as Scott releases my hands from the binding. He pulls out, only to flip me on my back and push back into me, gripping the backs of my thighs and pressing my knees almost to my ears. The new position and the sudden rush of blood flow to my limbs intensifies my disorientation, making it harder to breathe.

I don’t even know what I’m feeling anymore. My body is still pulsing, muscles clenching tight and forcing the air from my lungs in broken sobs. Scott is still going, holding me in a new but no less targeted position, locked on that now oversensitive gland inside me. There’s an incomprehensible and almost intolerable throbbing deep inside me, a burning flame kept blazing, constantly being stoked.

I’m spent, I know I am, my body is nothing but jelly, but my cock keeps spurting even though I don’t even know what could possibly be left inside me. I’m wet. Everything is wet. The blanket beneath me is soaked. Both of us are slick with sweat and covered in lube and cum and who knows what else.

“I need to come but I never want to stop fucking you like this. Fuck baby, I want to die inside you.”

I’m pretty sure I am actually dead, so I can work with that. He can die with me. Right here, right now. Drowning in something devastatingly, earth-shatteringly perfect.

My legs are released to wrap around Scott’s waist. His thrusts slow, morphing into a slow, rhythmic rock of his hips. His body shakes violently as he moans out my name and more nonsense about living and dying, thrusting into me deep and slow as he fills me up one last time. I swear I feel every pulse of it inside me.

His lips find mine, and he murmurs sweet words of praise against them. You’re perfect. You did so well for me. You’re so good. You’re so perfect for me. So perfect. I love you.

Every whispered word is so soft I can’t even be sure I’m really hearing it. I am delusional at this point. I can’t be sure any of this is real. For all I know, I’m still sleep-deprived and hallucinating.

I love you.

Maybe it was him, or maybe it was me, but one of us locks my arms and legs around him and pulls him down so all his weight is on me, pressing me into the earth, grounding me so I can’t float away. Blood rushes through my head and body, this way and that, not in one direction like it’s supposed to. My eyes sting and feel hot and wet, so I close them and focus on the feel of my heartbeat thrumming wildly against his.

TWELVE

SCOTT

Unknown: I’m glad you finally came to your senses and stopped blocking me. You need to learn. People like them don’t care about anyone but themselves.

Unknown: If you disappeared, they wouldn’t remember your name.

Unknown: Aren’t you tired of being the staff they play with?

I’ve seen Naz float in and out of subspace many times before. It’s happened several times today alone. We rarely do anything this intense, so the comedown from this session is more than we’ve ever handled before.

At first, all he does is hold on to me and pant. Then he goes quiet, and I think he’s fallen asleep or he’s suffocated from the way my weight is on top of him. But then I feel wetness on my neck where he’s buried his face and I’m worried that I’ve gone too far.

I try to pull my head back to look down at him, but he forces his face deeper into my neck, so I settle for kissing his bruised shoulder, across his collarbone, up his neck, and over the redness on his cheek where it was pressed against the blanket. Eventually, he tilts his face upward so I can work my way to his mouth. He lets me kiss him. Tenderly, even.

“I’m going to pull out now,” I say, my voice soft and low.

I’m not sure if the little grunt he lets out is disappointment or approval, but I kiss him again and whisper, “Shh, I’ve got you.”

As much as I want to pull back and watch my cock slide out of him, to see my cum trickling out, and see how red and swollen his hole is from everything I’ve done to it today, I stay where I am. I brace my body above his, giving him enough weight to feel grounded but not so much that I’m crushing him, even though he seems to want me to.

He hisses as I pull out of him, his head dropping from the crook of my neck to rest on the ground. I desperately want the eye contact I usually demand, but I have a feeling it’s asking too much of him right now. So I rest my forehead on his instead.

After a long beat of silence, our breaths have finally regulated, and I don’t feel like my heart is about to jump out of my ribcage. Naz relaxes his arms and legs, no longer forcing me to stay plastered to his body, but I only lift up a little, still trying to give him the space he needs without actually putting any real physical space between us.

“Alright now?”

He nods, then lets out a choked laugh. “What the fuck, dude?”

What the fuck indeed. “Yeah,” I say with a low chuckle. “That was… intense.”

Intense isn’t the word for it. My mind shut down, and it was like something took over my body. It felt like my cells and veins were buzzing and my skin was too tight, like I could burst out of it at any moment. All I could focus on was tunnelling as deep inside him as humanly possible.

“No, you don’t understand. You fucked me so hard… I’m pretty sure I peed,” he croaks out.

I finally lift my head to look down at him. What I can see of his face is red, but he’s hiding behind the crook of his arm. His body is trembling with hysterical laughter.

“Well, I’ve never been into watersports before, but I guess I am now.”