Page 34 of On the Mountain

He was…beautiful. The way his spine arched so he was at the right height for me. His flawless skin. I wanted to mark him everywhere, needed my scent all over him again, his body marked from my mouth. The need to rut into him, to spill my load deep inside him where it belonged, grew with each passing second.

A third finger joined the first two, stretching his body so he could take me. I didn’t deserve him giving me this, but he was, and I didn’t have it in me not to take it.

“God, that feels so good. I love being full.”

Couldn’t I just fill him all the time? Take him whenever I wanted because he was mine?

The thought pulled me out of the moment. He could never be mine. No one could, and I shouldn’t want that. What did I have to offer him?

He tried to turn his head to look at me, but I pushed it down toward the bed, holding him there with my hand at the middle of his back.

“I want to see you,” Cyrus said, but I didn’t know how to give him that. I took everyone from behind, afraid of what they’d see if they looked into my eyes. I didn’t reply, and somehow, Cyrus understood. He always understood, so instead he asked, “Can you take off your clothes?”

I’d done that with Hillary, of course, but not since then. I’d always fucked and left. The purpose had never been anything more than getting off, but this was Cyrus, and he was…different.

I ripped my shirt over my head.

He didn’t move, didn’t turn to see me as I pulled my jeans and underwear down, then tossed them to the bed so he could see that I was doing my best to give him something he needed.

Once we were both lubed up, I held his hip with one hand, using the other to hold the root of my erection as I pressed against this hole.

“Fuck me,” Cyrus begged.

I snapped my hips forward, filling him. The tight heat of his body washed over me. My eyelids fluttered, eyes rolling back at the perfection that was his body. Nothing had ever felt this good, and I couldn’t believe he was giving it to me.

I pulled back and snapped my hips again, holding his waist with both hands now. The whole bed shook, Cyrus’s body rocking against mine as if he needed this as much as I did.

My gaze darted to his hand when he reached out, plucked my boxer briefs from the mattress, brought them to his face, and inhaled.

It snapped whatever control I had left in me, made my brain waves change. I let out a growl as I took him harder and faster than I’d ever fucked before. We were both sweating, Cyrus taking what I gave him, his body submitting to mine, while he breathed in the most natural scent of me.

I wanted to do the same to him, wanted to possess him.

My grip on his hip tightened. Bending over, I licked his shoulder, the mark I’d put there just days before, before sucking his skin into my mouth. I used my teeth too, one spot, then another, as I rutted into him like an animal and Cyrus begged for more.

I ached, wasn’t sure how much longer I could last, so I used one hand to wrap around his cock and jerk him while I fucked him. Seconds later Cyrus cried out, his body spasming as his hole tightened around my prick, hot, sticky cum sliding between my fingers. My balls drew up, my mouth on the other shoulder, sucking and biting him while my orgasm pummeled me, my balls emptying inside his willing body.

He collapsed onto the bed when I pulled out. “God, that was good,” Cyrus said breathlessly.

Fucking him had taken the edge off in one way, but added to it in others. Slowly, I backed away, seeing my cum between his ass cheeks.

I sat down on the floor across the room from him, back against the wall.

Cyrus turned slightly, then curled into a ball the way he slept, and looked at me. “Are you okay?”

Me? Was I okay? I’d locked him in a room and left him. He’d spoken to me and calmed me down, and then when I came home, I’d fucked him like an animal.

I shook my head because I wasn’t okay. Was this the life my mother had wanted for me? Treating someone I cared about this way? But then, I didn’t know if I was capable of anything else. “I shouldn’t have…” I pointed to him. “Done that.”

He flinched. “My thoughts keep trying to tell me you don’t want me, that no one will want me, but you do. I can see it. If I’m wrong, then no, you shouldn’t have done that, but if this is some misguided guilt for my benefit, I loved what we did. I loved the way it made me feel.”

Why? I wanted to ask, but I didn’t.

Cyrus sighed.

“I got your things.” That would please him, wouldn’t it? He wanted to be here, on my mountain, and I wanted that too. I also wanted to make him happy. I needed it.

“Thank you for doing that, and for letting me stay, but you shouldn’t have gone in the middle of the night, and you definitely shouldn’t have locked me in a room while I was sleeping. What if you’d been arrested? What if there was a fire? Hell, what if you got in an accident and no one knew I was here? If I’m going to stay, you can’t lock me away when we’re not together.”