The next second, the first streak of his cum landed on my belly. The flush in his cheeks, his puckered lips… His euphoric expression was simply stunning.
“Come in me!” he ordered breathlessly.
I sat up and hauled him with me, folding him in half under me. I swallowed his cries and shoved my tongue into his open mouth as I bucked into him. His rim clenched around my cock. Was he still coming?
Eddie wrapped his arms around me, and I felt like I was free-falling. But he caught me. I came with my lips against his and my cock as deep inside him as I could reach. His inner muscles softened around me, and the tantalizing heat of his body around my cock became a soothing warmth.
I kept kissing him so I wouldn’t say something stupid like beg him to never leave me.
With my cock inside him and my body all around him, I nipped at his swollen lips. His hand on my cheek made me pause. I searched his features for something, some reassurance, but he looked just as desperate as I felt.
Was that a good thing? I couldn’t tell.
The emotion inside me grew stronger and clearer. It picked me apart, messed me up on the inside, and now it was rebuilding me from scratch. This change was irreversible.
I’ll forever love Eddie.
18
TEARS BEHIND BARS
EDDIE
In the morning, I ate the delightful hotel breakfast while Russel watched, which strangely enough didn’t feel awkward. I got up to get some fruit from the buffet, and when I sat back down, Russel noticed me wincing.
“You’re sore.”
I popped a blueberry into my mouth. “I have no regrets.”
He chuckled, but when we got back to the room, he insisted he had to “kiss it better.”
I lay draped over the edge of the mattress, moaning into the bedding while he made love to my hole with his lips and tongue. I didn’t know if it was the effect of his saliva, but my ass felt all warm and tingly. When he cupped my cockhead in his palm, smearing the precum around, the orgasm overwhelmed me without warning.
Russel hummed as he licked me through it. He flipped me around and suckled the cum off my cock. He kissed and nuzzled my belly…and stupid me, I glanced at the clock.
“We have to go soon.”
With a sigh, he laid his head on my stomach. “Just a minute.”
I stroked his hair as we rested in silence, him on his knees by the bed, hugging my hips. He pressed one last kiss below my belly button and rose. Offering me his hand, he pulled me up.
We didn’t speak as we packed the few items we had. He loaned me a T-shirt so I wouldn’t have to wear the same shirt I’d had at the party. It smelled of his cologne. Fifteen minutes later, we were on the road away from the coast, and my fairytale was over.
When Russel stopped in the facility parking lot, I made myself look at him and smile.
He brushed a hand down the side of my face. “You don’t have to pretend for me, you know.”
My smile fell, but it was with relief. I leaned into his touch, and he gave me a simple kiss.
“I’ll wait here. Take however long you need.”
“Thank you.”
* * *
Spending time with my mother was always a gamble. I never knew what I was getting myself into. I remembered that, even as a kid, I always tried to gauge her mood when she entered the room so I would be prepared for what was coming. She would love on me one day, reprimand me for some random missteps the next, or be cold and detached for no reason that I could identify. The tight sensation in my stomach was familiar.
It took a while to make it through all the security points, and when I arrived at the visiting room, she was already there. Her face lit up when she saw me. Today would be about motherly love, then. The realization didn’t help my nausea. God, when was the last time I’d been genuinely glad to see her?
