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As soon as I touch him it’s as if I set an avalanche in motion. He moans, and rocks against me like a wild animal. I have to make him ride me next time.

“That’s it… All my jizz, just for you,” I whisper, imagining that I’ve actually filled him with my cum. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been in such a sexual frenzy over someone.

I spare his dick no attention, and it only takes seconds for him to come.

His body throbs and clenches around my cock, and he makes the most delightful little whimpers as he lies there spent. He squeezes his eyes shut, and a few tears streak down his red cheeks.

I stiffen and pull out of him, immediately cradling his head against my shoulder. “Okay?” I ask softly.

“Y-yeah,” he utters, opening his eyes. “So good… just overwhelmed. Sometimes I feel… too much.”

I toss the condom into the trash can and embrace him, smiling. “Better than not to feel anything at all, right?” He’s so fragile and small when compared to me, and I wish I could wrap him with my own skin, so nothing bad could ever spoil his sweetness.

He smiles, cuddling up to me. He left no walls up, and it hits me how rarely I meet people like that. No wonder he feels too much when he opened up to me so easily.

“Definitely. I’m just embarrassed you saw me falling apart like that.”

A part of me is enraged by what he just said, and I pull him closer to my chest. “No. I love it. Don’t stop.”

He seems put at ease and gives me a kiss. “Okay. You’re the only one who gets to see me like this.”

“I sure hope so,” I whisper, feeling soft inside. When did this happen? When did I go from staring at this guy from afar to wanting him at my side all the time? It hasn’t even been a week since our first fuck, and I already feel attached to him.

Maybe the constant pretending has gotten to me at last? After flirting with women for so long, I’m getting something real, and it broke through my defenses.

I kiss his sweet lips before rolling to my back. “Best morning ever.”

He sniggers and puts his cheek on my pec, shamelessly playing with my nipple. Only now I realize this has to be the first morning in months or even years that I haven’t reached for my phone as my first action of the day. But since we’re both exhausted, it might be a good moment to check emails and messages, so I unlock my screen while Aaron curls up against me, perfectly content.

I’m thinking about how easily I could get used to this when I realize how many notifications I have.

My hand trembles. “I think something’s happened.”

Chapter 10

Aaron

I sit up in an instant despite my muscles resembling warm goo after the out-of-this-world fuck. “What happened?”

Vex’s tattooed body is stiff next to mine as he stares at the screen of his phone, but then his face relaxes, and he grins my way. “You got yourself a hero.”

Before I manage to ask what this is about, he shows me a video, and while I’m initially unsure what it depicts, since there’s a door in the way, moments later the person doing the recording moves, revealing a corridor, and then Vex, me, and Henry.

The yelling makes things a bit incoherent, but I gasp when Henry pulls out a knife and swings it at me in the video. Seeing it happen prompts real-time me look down at my chest to make sure that my sweater really did take most of the impact.

I feel a bit of satisfaction at Henry’s scream seconds later. The voices of the crowd melt together, but despite the shock and horror, there’s praise for Vex. Even more of it when he keeps me from sliding down the wall. I don’t remember that bit. I must have fainted by then.

In the video, my head lolls from side to side as Vex carries me past the girls filming the scene. He looks so tense, so set on helping me. A man on a mission.

It makes me cuddle up to him again.

“You caught me…” I say absentmindedly despite not knowing how to feel about all of this floating around on the internet.

He glances my way, and the corners of his mouth curl. I love that I can both see and feel his stubble when I rub his chin with the backs of my fingers. “Of course I did.”

My insides melt, and since my muscles are already goo, I’m a blob of pudding in his arms. “What are the comments saying? No one’s blaming you?” Because while I do wonder if people are laughing at me for fainting, he’s my first concern.

He wiggles his brows and starts reading, “‘This is what real masculinity is. Helping those who need it.’ ‘He can save me anytime.’ ‘Hope that poor dude is okay’—that’s about you, I think,” he says and puts down the phone before leaning in to kiss my forehead. God, he smells so nice!