Page 87 of Creatures Like Us

I won’t be able to hold on for much longer. We’re both covered in sweat, and Asher is whining and gasping, his ass clenching so hard around my shaft I feel like he’s strangling me. His own cock is bouncing between his legs, balls drawn tight against his body.

“Noah.” His eyes widen in alarm. “Noah, I?…” His neck flips up sharply, and he makes a strained, high-pitched moan. And then?…?it happens.

The head of his cock erupts with milky streams of cum, pulsing onto my stomach. There’s so much of it, and he’s moaning so loud you’d think I was hurting him. He hisses out a steady string of “fuckfuckfuck” as his movements slow. He’s on the verge of collapsing backward before I grab hold of his shoulders and lay him down on me. His chin digs into my shoulder, little sobs from aftershocks racking through his body.

“Fuck, I can’t?…,” he mumbles, voice muffled against my skin.

“Can’t what?”

“I can’t move.”

“That’s okay.”

“Can you finish like this?”

I thrust into him, and he winces.

“I’m a little?…”

“Sensitive?”

I let him get off me, and we lie on our sides. He grabs my cock in his hand, gazing into my eyes with a lazy smile.

“You made me come so hard, Noah. I don’t think I’ve come that hard, like, ever.”

“Ever?” I gasp as he increases the pace, using the residual lube and my precum to ease the slide of his hand.

“Yeah. I had no idea it could feel that good. Thank you.”

He leans in to kiss me, slipping his tongue between my lips, and I give a muffled cry as my cock hardens before that final push toward release. He keeps pumping my cock, prolonging the orgasm, and when it’s over, I feel like I’m floating on clouds.

We settle into our familiar position with Asher spooning me and his hand around my throat. Just as I’m about to fall asleep, my mind acts on its own, making me speak his name, wantingme to ask him a question I can barely dare to know the answer to.

“Asher.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you feel safe with me?”

He’s quiet for a long time, and when he answers, he sounds sleepy but cool and tense all at once. “Honestly? I don’t think I’ll ever feel safe with you, Noah.”

It takes a while for the words to sink in, and when they do, my chest tightens to the point of pain. I open my mouth, but I’m unable to speak.

“It’s okay though,” Asher says, caressing my throat without squeezing it. “Don’t you think it makes sense? You held me captive. You stole my freedom, my autonomy. You humiliated me, Noah. I can’t just forget about all that.”

“But?…?what about us?”

“What about us?”

“How can we continue if?…?if you won’t ever feel safe around me?”

“It’s not like I’m scared of you all the time. If anything, I’m angry.”

“Angry?” If he’s trying to make me feel better, it’s not working. I feel like my heart is going to tear out of my chest.

“Hey, it’s okay though. Stop panicking.”

“I’m not.”I totally am.