Chapter Eleven

 

“Stay with me,” Tate implored me as we lay in bed that last night together. For the first time, we were lying on the opposite sides of the bed and didn’t touch any at all. I hated the space we had created between us but what was the sense of trying to bridge the gap when it was only going to get wider tomorrow after I leave?

“You know I can’t,” I responded, keeping my back to him.

“Why the hell not?” he cried in frustration. “You know I make you happy. You won’t have to work. Just us both up here, away from the jerks of this world.”

“Not everyone is a jerk,” I answered. “I can’t stay up here with you, Tate. I mean it’s fun for a while but I’m a city boy. I would go crazy being on this mountain.”

“I’ll give you something to take your mind off the city.”

“The sex is great but it can’t be all there is.”

“Is it all there is?”

When I didn’t respond, I heard him shuffle over to my side of the bed, grasped my shoulder and turned me over onto my back.

“Is sex all there is?” he repeated, staring into my face and I stared right back.

“You tell me,” I answered. “Is it all there is?”

From the disappointment in his eyes, I knew it wasn’t what he wanted to hear but I was tired of being the one to talk about my feelings all the time. I’d like to hear it for a first. I wanted him to tell me I made him happy and that he would move to the city to be with me. Why should he expect me to move up here in the woods when he’d made the decision to cut himself off from the public?

“Since that’s all there is,” he growled at me. “Then it would be remiss of me not to get one last shot.”

I didn’t stop him because I wanted him one last time too. I didn’t want the normal sweet lovemaking of ours which would surely make me emotional at the thought of leaving him. So, when he kissed me hard, his teeth digging into my lips, I knew he wanted the same thing I did.

He bit my lip hard enough to draw blood and my heart started beating like a drum. He tilted my head back to kiss my neck, kissing down my body to my nipples. He bit and sucked them hard, his hand digging into my boxers, to grasp my turgid cock, aching with need.

He pumped me hard and fast before grasping the waistband of my underwear and pulling it down my legs. He divested himself of his underwear as well and slid off the bed to one side. Grasping me by the legs, he pulled me towards him, his desperate actions making me more aroused than I had ever been in a very long time.

“Kneel,” he instructed me to get down on all fours at the edge of the bed. I lay my torso flat on the bed and moaned in encouragement when he grasped the globes of my ass cheeks, his blunt fingernails, digging into my backside.

Pressing the cheeks apart, he slapped his hands hard against my ass and I gasped at the sting of his palms. He lowered his head to swivel his tongue over my entrance, that he had become quite familiar with over the past few days. I moaned and gyrated my ass over his face as he plunged his hand beneath my body to grasp my cock and jerk me off, at the same time he rimmed me with his tongue.

“Fuck,” I heard him mutter. “Hold your cheeks apart for me Bry.”

I did exactly as he asked, reaching behind me to grasp my cheeks and hold it apart for him. He retrieved condom and lube and got both of us ready. I would have loved for someday to feel his cock, bareback pushing into me but for now, I was playing it safe.

“Ooooooooo,” I moaned as the bulbous head forged through the tight ring of muscles.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Tate groaned, gripping my shoulders hard. He retreated and slammed his pelvis into my ass causing me to cry out from the sheer intensity of it.

Kneading my shoulders, he continued rocking hard into my body after each retreat. I heard him hiss and glanced back to find him staring down at my pucker, watching his cock penetrate my ass. He would pull out fully and moan at the sight of the gape he had created. But soon, his teasing ended, as he drilled my ass.

He wrapped his hands around my torso and guided me into an upright position, so my back was in alignment with his chest. He wrapped an arm around my neck, caressing and squeezing slightly as he rode my ass hard and fast. The sound of my cries, mixed with his groans and the slapping of his pelvis into my cheeks drove me mad with passion. I moved my ass to meet his thrusts as I angled my head for him to kiss me. I hooked an arm behind his neck and brought his head forward so our lips met and our thrusting tongues matched his penetrations.

“Oh God, Tate!” I cried out his name as my climax approached. He moved even more frantically against me, desperately seeking for his own release. I leaned heavily back against him, my ass clenching as warmth flooded my back and tightened my cock. I jerked my cock once, my mouth falling open in wonder as I sprayed the bed sheets with my cum.

“Fuck Bry!” Tate shouted gutturally, heaving into my ass and climaxed, shuddering behind me. I collapsed onto the bed on my stomach and he followed suit on top of me, pumping his hips a little as he slowly got over the lingering effects of his orgasm.

“Hmm,” I groaned, gasping for air.

Tate sucked on my earlobe. “That good enough for you?” he asked and I stiffened beneath him. I tried not to take offense at his words because he was feeling the same way I was— a dreaded sense of loneliness at the thought of never being with him like this again.