Page 131 of Damián

Like, I deserve an award for having this level of willpower.

Oliver finishes drinking and hands the bottle back… but the very second I turn to set it on the nightstand, he strikes. Oliver throws his arms around my neck, pressing his naked body against my clothes, and starts kissing the nape of my neck.

¡Santa madre de Dios!

I immediately turn back, grabbing his waist to hold him still.

“Nene, stop!”

But the Molly makes him restless, stubborn, and bendy. He slides right through my grip and crawls fully onto my lap, straddling my thighs.

“Damián, please… touch me,” he begs, as he grinds his naked body against my lap, letting out a moan. “Please fuck me.”

¡Dios santo redentor!

Think something else, Damián…

One sheep, two sheep… three freaking sheep…

My hands clamp down around his upper arms, stopping his frantic movements completely.

“No, Ollie. You aren’t in your right mind right now.”

“Please,” he whimpers, dropping his forehead against my shoulder. “I want you inside me.”

I swallow hard, my entire body burning with the effort it takes to deny him.

“Tomorrow.”

“NO!” Oliver fights my grip, arching his hips desperately. “I want you. I need you inside me right now.”

“¡Jesucristo, Oliver!” I grit my teeth, pinning his hips down to stop him from grinding against me. “Look at me, nene… nothing is going inside of you until you can consent.”

“I consent! I consent to you doing anything you want with me.”

“You are high as a kite, nene. You can’t consent to shit until you are completely sober.”

“I’ve wanted you inside me since the very first day we met… I was sober then.”

I burst out laughing at how damn cute he is. “It doesn’t work that way.”

“Please! I need you.”

“That’s the Molly talking. Just breathe. Let it pass, and you’ll be okay.”

But he isn’t okay… The drug suddenly spikes, turning his trip into a bad one. Oliver’s face crumbles, and he bursts into tears, shaking and sobbing uncontrollably into his hands.

“Is it because I’m a…”

“Hey, hey. Come here,” I murmur, pulling his shaking, naked body into a tight embrace.

I rub his back as he sniffles against my collarbone, my heart aching for him.

“This has nothing to do with you being a virgin.”

“You knew?!” he gasps in horror.

“Took me a bit longer than it should have, but I know.”