Page 47 of The Last Person


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My eyes are heavy, and they want to drift closed, but I force them open, watching as Brian rides me while stroking his cock.

I rest one hand on his thigh as I watch him, and with the other, I tweak my nipples, bringing myself closer to the edge while fighting to hang on. I need to see him come again first.

His dark blond hair is even darker with sweat, and his whole body is glistening. God, he’s gorgeous. His thick muscles aredrawn tight, and I’m desperate to touch them, to memorize the feel of each one.

“I’m close,” he breathes, and I pinch my nipple again.

“Me too. Come for me. Your ass is already squeezing my cock. When you come, I’m going to explode inside you. Is that what you want? To feel my cum fill your ass?”

His eyes roll back. “Yes, yes. Ryan…” His hands fall to his sides as he braces himself on the bed, his ass clenching around my cock. And as ropes of his cum hit my chest, I lose myself.

“Brian.” Our moans twist together as I fill his ass, marking him as mine. For fucking ever.

I’ve never wanted or needed anyone like this, and now that I have him, I’ll never let him go.

My body is a quivering mess as I come back down.

He’s panting as he eases off me and lies down beside me.

I’m fulfilled, and yet I still want more. My cock doesn’t, but I can’t get enough of Brian.

He’s my perfect match in every way, and the man my heart has been calling to.

His mouth lands on mine again, his hand cupping the back of my neck as he kisses me, and nothing has ever made me feel more wanted or cherished than this. As he pulls away, he brushes his nose against mine.

“That was every dream of mine come true.”

I press a soft kiss to his lips. “Mine too.”

He splays his palm over my side, and emotion swells within me.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, always my caretaker.

“Perfect,” I breathe.

A brilliant smile appears on his face, highlighting the flush on his cheeks and the brightness in those blue-gray eyes.

“Good to know. I kind of meant about the sexuality stuff. We didn’t really talk about that, and I hate to break it to you, but nothing we just did isstraight.”

I gasp dramatically. “You mean besties fucking isn’t a thing bros do?”

He shakes his head at me. “Seriously…”

“Seriously, I give zero fucks. I’m happy. You’re the person I want. The only one I’ve ever wanted in this way, and I truly believe you’re the only one I’ll ever want. I don’t care about what label that puts on me. I only care how I feel. And I’ve never been happier than I am right now. When you kissed me tonight, I finally felt like I was home. I realized that living next to you and then living with you—it wasn’t about friendship. It was because you make me feel like I’m home, and I never want to feel that cold loneliness without you again.”

His grip on my neck tightens. “You never will. Your heart is home with me, and I promise I’ll keep it safe.”

Then he’s kissing me again, and I’ve never felt safer or more content.

It’s almostone in the morning, and I’m exhausted. We showered, changed the sheets, and then ate while we talked some more. Then there was more kissing and touching.

As we fall into bed now, I’m so tired I can barely move, but I can’t quite settle in.

Brian’s back is pressed against my chest, but I need… more. Something. I don’t know.

I shift around behind Brian, and he rests his hand over mine. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s like I can’t get close enough to you. If I could, I’d sleep with my cock inside you.”