Page 89 of Never Forget

My harness pulls as Naz wraps the leash around one hand, the other holding my hip to keep me steady as he pulls out and slams into me again.

Stars burst behind my eyes in a flare of pleasure tinged with a slight edge of pain. A wave of euphoria crashes over me as I give in to Naz’s control of my body. Pinpricks of electricity dance over my skin. My blood rushes harshly through my veins, my heart pumping overtime to keep up with it. If it weren’t for the intense pleasure keeping me grounded, I might very well float away. I feel swimmy and liquid and nebulous, like I don’t really exist in my own body.

The rapid slap of Naz’s skin meeting mine, the relentless pounding of his cock inside me, the way he pushes against my back to get me at just the right angle so my prostate feels every sharp thrust is the only reality I know. The only reality I want to know.

With my cheek pressed to the ground and my breaths releasing in punches, I make one last plea. It’s too quiet. The sounds of our feral fucking filling the space and too loud to be heard over. My stomach muscles tighten and my ass clenches, and it’s enough. Naz’s hips jerk, and he grunts out my name as his orgasm hits.

Knowing he’s marking me inside the way I did him turns me into a moaning mess, bawling and begging for him to breed me as he does exactly that. Naz slams into me two, three more times, then grinds his cock inside me, pushing his cum deeper inside me while he reaches down to finish me off.

He barely has to touch me. My cock erupts almost immediately. Naz moans and hisses as my ass clenches around him, but he stays inside me, stroking and grinding through the last pulses of my orgasm until every drop has been wrung from my body.

We collapse into a pool of cum and lube and sweat, Naz lying heavily on my back. Neither of us says anything for a long time. We lie there, catching our breaths, until Naz’s cock slips from my body. He falls to the side, resting his head on the small of my back, while his fingers play in the wetness between my cheeks. My thighs tremble when he pushes a finger inside me, returning the cum back to where it belongs and inadvertently stimulating my oversensitive gland in the process. He plays with me like that until I can’t handle it anymore, hissing at the last swipe of his fingers inside me. Naz pulls out and kisses my left cheek before returning his head to where it was.

I almost think he’s fallen asleep. I’m content to lie here in my own mess on the hardwood until he wakes up, however uncomfortable it might get. But then he speaks, his voice gentle in the silence that surrounds us.

“You told Blake you fell in love with me.”

I swallow, my heart skipping a little at the realization that I had, in fact, told Blake that and didn’t think twice when relaying the story to Naz.

“I did.”

“Was it true?”

I could lie to save face, or make an excuse. I could pretend I said it for the performance we were putting on, but I don’t want to lie to him. Not now, not after everything we’ve been through.

“Yeah, it’s true.”

“So… You love me?”

“Is that okay?”

He’s quiet for a minute. “I don’t know,” he says honestly. “I’m still processing.”

“Take all the time you need.”

Just please don’t shut me out or run away. There’s no pressure to love me back. All I ask is you let me stay by your side.

I can love you quietly if that’s what you need from me.

I’m not sure what time it is when the sound of someone beating against the door pulls me out of a deep sleep. With the blackout curtains pulled, it’s hard to tell if it’s even light outside yet. All I know is that my eyes feel like they have sand in them, and I’d rather gouge them out than move from where I am.

Naz groans into the crook of my neck, his arm tightening around my waist.

“Who the fuck?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. Ignore them and maybe they’ll go away.”

If anything, the pounding gets more insistent. Naz tries to move off me, but I tighten my arm around him and hold him in place. Neither of us are moving until it’s absolutely necessary.

The pounding eventually stops, only to be replaced by the sound of heavy footsteps coming closer to our closed bedroom door. Naz and I eventually made our way there after doing the bare minimum to clean up last night before falling into bed. Together. Naked. A detail that I become all too aware of when the door swings open, sending a stream of light and a draft over my spread legs. Naz at least is turned on his side with his leg hiked up over my thigh, so his junk is probably covered.

Cory doesn’t seem to care.

“Where’s your phone?” He asks.

“Good morning to you too.”

“It’s almost noon. Your flight is in an hour. Where is your phone?”