Withdrawing his fingers, he places a kiss against my left inner thigh before sitting back on his heels. “Well, who am I to deny you what you need?”
“Please…” My heart is beating erratically in my chest, teeth chattering from the high.
“Lube?” Jules pumps himself in slow, languid strokes while he waits for my instruction.
“Desk drawer.”
He climbs off the bed, and I can’t help but watch him go. He’s so big, so strong—everything I’m not. He’s a fucking sex god, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at him like this. His thighs could crush me, muscles carved from stone.
Positioning himself between my legs, he slathers his cock up nice and slick. As he lines himself up, he peers up at me. “Ready? I’m not going to be gentle.”
Those words spread like wildfire in my veins. I can do nothing more than nod, biting down on my bottom lip in anticipation.
True to his word, there is nothing gentle about the way he shoves past the tight muscle, sinking to the hilt in one brutal thrust. My eyes widen, breath punched out of my lungs as he finds a merciless rhythm, giving me no time to adjust. He grips my hips, my lower half practically off the bed as his hips snap against my body. The noises coming out of me are purely involuntary, and in the far corner of my mind, I realize Elias’s room is directly above mine and I should probably be quieter, but I can’t. There’s no way. Pleasure grips me like a vice as he takes and takes.
The way he fucks me… ravishes me like he’s a wild animal who can’t get enough, I crave it. The bruises and the marks he leaves on my skin make me feel alive and needed and free from my own demons for the first time in my entire life. When his dark, endless eyes drink in every inch of me, I feel seen. I feel worthy. How can someone feel all this… and walk away? I can’t. It’s impossible. He makes me feel too good.
Even if it’s just for tonight, even if it’s just because of the drugs coursing through our veins, even if the morning light will tell a different tale… for right now, I let myself believe it.
In one swift move, quick enough that I barely register, Jules pulls out and flips me until I’m flat on my stomach. He plunges back inside me, hand striking down on my ass, a strangled cry clawing its way up my throat. It burns, where he struck me, but he kneads it as he continues to plow me into the mattress. My cock grinds onto the blanket each time he thrusts, sending pleasure soaring through me on both ends.
Resting a hand beside my head, his other finds a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back as he brings his mouth to the shell of my ear. “Fuck,you feel good, pretty boy.” His voice is rough, dripping with hunger. “The way you squeeze my cock with your tight, sweet ass. The way you let me stretch you.I.Fucking. Love. It.”
“Oh,my God…” My balls tighten, fire burning in my abdomen as I get closer. I’mso close.“Oh, fuck!”
“You like that, baby? Like me fucking you?”
“Yes!” I cry. “Yes… yes!”
Nipping at my ear, he growls, “Yes, what?”
“Yes, daddy!”
With a growl I can feel vibrate through me to my core, he slows down. Long, languid thrusts, his cock dragging along my prostate with each pump. “You aremine, Bodhi,” he hisses. “Do you understand me? I will ruin you for everybody else. I will make it so you can never be with someone else without missing the feeling of me inside you. You. Are.Mine.”
It’s the last bit that sends me over. “I’m gonna come,” I pant, arching my back and pushing into him. “Can I come?”
The hand in my hair slides down until it’s wrapped around my throat, pulling my head back until he meets my gaze. “Come for me, baby,” he demands before his lips crash down on mine.
A tsunami of unconstrained ecstasy plunders through me as I spill onto the blanket beneath me. I bury my head, crying out as his teeth find my neck, sinking in as he finds his own release. He slows his movements until he eventually stills inside me. The weight of him over me is grounding.
I know the regret will come in the morning. It always does, but at least until the sun rises, I’ll lie here with Jules and pretend.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Bodhi King
I once read somewhere that there are an average of a hundred and twenty suicides per day. A hundred and twenty people who were here one day, gone the next. I could’ve been part of that statistic had I been successful in high school. But I failed.
I fail at everything, even ending my own life. How fucking pathetic is that? The sinking, crippling feeling that comes from waking up after something like that is haunting. The way I felt moments before swallowing the dozens of pills was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Knowing my pain would soon be over, knowing they couldn’t get to me anymore, it was peace.
Granted, I was seventeen, had no friends or access to actual drugs, so ibuprofen from my mom’s medicine cabinet was all I had to work with. It’s no wonder it failed.
But for a brief moment in time, I felt relief.
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Summer Before Junior Year of High School
