How to Survive Your 19th Life [BL]

Chapter 57: Obnoxious Me

"I love you," I said, looking at Emiel's hazel, mascara-smudged eyes on February 14th outside of Perkins Library. I looped back.

I fell to my knees immediately, gasping for air. My hands found my neck and clawed at the flesh as I coughed and wheezed. Air felt cold and too sharp. Tears burned in my eyes.

I died again. I left and he found me... Emiel killed me. Again!

Emiel was at my side, pulling me up into his arms. That clueless beautiful face of his breathed warm air on mine. Those eyes, so unaware of their malevolence, dove deep into mine until I could almost feel him holding onto my very soul.

I kissed Emiel, hard. His soft lips melted into mine and my tongue slid into his mouth. I tasted him as thoroughly as I ever did, sucking his bottom lip and even running my tongue over the edges of his teeth.

I died again. Emiel killed me.

The buttons on his suit jacket and vest were too much for me to work off, so I tore his clothes open, exposing his hard chest and soft skin. He was hot enough to steam. I pushed Emiel back, over by the bushes where we first made love. He barely got his pants off before I took him into my mouth. He made a small noise in surprise.

The saltiness of his precum coated my taste buds. My tongue traced the throbbing veins of his cock. I explored him. I stroked his cock to keep him hard while my mouth roamed to bite at his thighs and mouth his balls. Emiel writhed at my teasing. I was not satisfied until his legs and hips were covered in tiny bruises and bite marks.

When I put my mouth back on his cock, he erupted. It was as though this rough teasing was the one thing he wanted the most.

I climbed up on Emiel's body and spit his cum into his mouth before kissing him. Pulling up his legs, I undid my belt and pants. There was no lubrication other than the snow. I didn't even bother spitting on it. I sank myself into him, just slowly enough to be tolerable. Emiel's moan almost sent me over the edge. I sank my fingers into his thighs as I began pumping into him.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I buried my face in his neck so he wouldn't see. Emiel's body was so warm around mine. It was unbearable. Sobs began to rock my chest. I tried to keep it in but I couldn't. I felt so helpless just a moment ago, and now I felt so... I wasn't sure.

I wrapped a hand around Emiel's neck and squeezed it with everything I had in me. I then moved to where I could make eye contact with him as I began to choke him. Emiel's eyes lit up with a blaze I seldom saw. I thrust into him as hard as I squeezed, picking up my rhythm. Pleasure climbed through me. It built, layer after layer, with every movement.

Emiel grabbed my wrist and pried it from his throat. He was stronger than me. I tried with my other hand and he grabbed that one too. He just watched me with an open mouth and intoxicated eyes. Soft moans escaped him with every thrust.

I was sobbing intensely at this point. Slob drizzled from me as tears coated my face. I buried my face into his neck again and came so hard that I screamed. It felt like gallons of semen poured into his body from me. Wave after wave of pleasure shook my body. I, once again, was speeding through the cosmos on a high that was incomparable to absolutely anything else.

I pulled out from Emiel and collapsed next to him. Emiel got dressed in silence, and then dressed me. I barely felt it when he picked me up and carried me back to his studio. We were roughly the same size yet he was still somehow so much stronger than me. I barely ever saw him work out, yet he handled me as though I weighed nothing.

Emiel bathed me, which was quite ironic given the last way I died. He then dressed me in fine silk pajamas and set me to bed.

Throughout the night, he held me against his chest and hummed.

"It must have been hard for you," Emiel whispered. "You must have been so scared to confess."

I didn't say anything. There I was, a mouse sleeping in a cat's bed. There was nothing much I could say. As fear set in again—the panic of his claws being snagged so tightly around me—I reached for his cock. Emiel let me stroke it for a while before turning me around. He used the lube on me before he sank himself into my ass.

I grabbed his hip and guided him to the speed I needed, which was a harsh pounding that halfway hurt. Emiel stroked me as he fucked me, which also was done hard and fast. He buried his face in my hair, gasping for sanity. My eyes rolled back and I grabbed my pillow hard enough to tear the pillowcase.

"Harder," I cried.

"I love you," Emiel said, obeying my command. The sound of slapping skin filled the room.

"Fuck me hard," I shouted. I didnt care who heard me. I was overcome with ecstasy and only wanted to feel good. This, somehow, felt like the best sex in all of my lives.

Emiel killed me again.

"Fuck me like you love me."

Emiel destroyed my life, again. He took my life.

"Fuck me like you hate me."

Emiel beat himself into me hard enough to push me to the edge of the bed. I placed a hand on the wall to steady myself and keep from falling.

Emiel wailed, "I can't hold it Sol. I'm going to fucking cum." He stroked me faster, focusing on my sweet spot near the tip. Every muscle in my body tensed.

"Fuck you, hold it Em," I snapped. Clenching my eyes shut, I was trying my hardest to keep my own orgasm at bay. The euphoria was too much. Memories wound and unwound in my mind. I was in the cosmos again, flying through stars and dimensions.

"Please love. I... I'm ..."

The universe tore open and paradise swallowed me whole. My orgasm convulsed through my entire body and I couldn't breathe all over again. Emiel bit my shoulder as he panted and groaned through his orgasm. We came together, both spasming in sync. I bucked my hips forward as my cock burst stream after stream. At the same time, Emiel's balls emptied into my body. I could feel every wave.

I could also feel blood trickling down my back from his bite.

When we were spent, we collapsed further into the bed. Emiel wrapped his arms around me and held me to him. His now soft cock nestled against my sore ass.

"I'm never letting you go," he said softly.

I turned around to face him. His hazel eyes looked luminous in the dark. I offered a weak smile and said, "I know."