How to Survive Your 19th Life [BL]

Chapter 95: Family Matters

"I love you," I said, looking at Emiel's hazel, mascara-smudged eyes as I looped into my 17th life. I then mumbled Emiel's home address again and again to myself.

"You love me? Truly?"

Barely paying attention to Emiel, I put on the full song and dance that I was used to. The delicate smile and tantalizing kiss. When we were back at his studio, I thankfully didn't need to fake any of the pleasure I felt when we took turns with each other, sucking and fucking like we were trying to win a trophy for it. Emiel was insatiable, maybe a bit more than usual.

While he slept, I looked up his home address on my phone and saw that it was about thirty minutes north of Javernick College. It was the only house at the very end of Hugo Lane, and the estate was massive, at least five acres. Since it was a private street, I wasn't able to see it on the street-view of Google Maps, but the satellite photo revealed a massive house amidst the wilderness.

After digging around a bit more, I discovered a state park about five minutes north of the house with campsites. There were cabins available for rent as well for a whopping $500/night.

"What are you looking at?" Emiel asked sleepily, after I turned up the brightness on my phone. I was scrolling through photos of the luxury cabins.

"You're gonna laugh if I tell you," I murmured, stealing a glance at him.

Emiel smiled and scoot closer to me, resting his head on my shoulder so he could look at the photos as well. "I know this place. You want to go there?"

I shrugged. "I found out my dad has cancer, Em..." It felt shitty to use my dad's cancer to manipulate Emiel, but if my dad realized I was in an infinite death loop, he would have forgiven me. I managed to muster up some hardened tears as I then rolled away from him. Emiel curled his body around me and buried his face in my hair.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Sol. I truly am."

"I just want to get away for a while, you know? My grades are in the garbage... and now this."

"I can take you wherever you want to go. Anywhere in the world."

"I don't want to go too far from school, that's why these cabins are perfect. But who in the hell has $500 a night to blow on something like this?"

He turned me over and gave my nose a quick peck. "I'll take care of it, Solomon. We'll go tomorrow, okay? Just you and me, tucked away in a snowy cabin in the woods. Sounds nice, right?"

No the hell it doesn't. I nodded and smiled softly at him. There was still more manipulating to do, but it was going to be tricky. These were unnavigated waters and I didn't want to waste my efforts, even if I did get a do-over.

"You're incredible," I murmured before kissing him deeply.

My mouth roamed from his tender lips to his throat, where I sucked and bit his neck hard enough to leave a mark. Emiel hissed from the pain, but his hands grabbed me with desperate need, pulling at my body so that we were pressed tight together.

I reached my hand down and found him as hard as ever. His thick cock pulsed in my hand with radiant heat. I moaned just from the thought of that inside me. Emiel grabbed his open lube bottle from the side of the bed and slathered a large helping of it on himself. I turned over, grabbing the pillows with clenched fists.

"I'm not going to be gentle," Emiel growled as he positioned himself behind me. A sharp smack to my ass made my jump. All at once, he was inside me and he was pounding away. The slapping of our skin rang out loud enough to sing the tale of our passions.

I panted with a hungry open mouth, barely able to make a sound. My eyes rolled back. Emiel grabbed my hips, holding me in place in this aggressive mating. It hurt but it also felt so good. I couldn't get enough. His thick length slid in and out my body at his breakneck speed. The entire bed shook from the violence of it.

"I feel... ah..." Emiel sucked in a breath and let out a hoarse moan. "Solomon I lo-... ahh!" He pushed me down so that he was laying fully on top of me. He pushed my head into the bed and held the back of my neck as his body spasmed with an angry orgasm. I could feel his pleasure in the quaking of his thighs and by how deeply he pushed himself inside me. It was the most dominant I'd felt from him, and I wanted nothing more than to give it back threefold.

When he rolled off me, entirely spent, I got up, my ass full of his semen, and straddled my knees on either side of his head. I was rock solid, and my balls were nearly bursting. Emiel opened his wet mouth to take me in.

"I'm not going to be gentle," I told him.