When Love is Wrong

27. Please

I pushed my crotch into his and ground forward and back. I kissed down into his mouth. My eyes closed and imagined him fucking me. I have three months. I need fucking. I need a lifetime of fucking in three months.

"Mitch, I want nothing else but to continue with this. But I need to explain things to you so you aren't doing this out of fear."

"No, let's do this now. Then you explain."

It felt like he forced himself to stop and look at me to assess. So I looked at him straight in the eyes. "Please Scott. I need you. Now that I know, I feel every single day I've waited. I've waited for love. I've waited for you. Please Scott, take me."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I hope he wanted this as much as I did. He connected our foreheads and took my hands into this his. He gently brought them to his lips and kissed them still with his eyes closed. Then he put one hand behind my neck and pulled our lips together. He moved down to my neck, my collar bone, holding tight to my waist as I gave him access to everything he wanted.

He moved his hands down to my ass and lifted me up to my knees to give his mouth access to my nipples, he sucked and nibbled. He pulled my shirt off and then unzipped my pants. He pushed me off to remove them and my underwear and brought me back to straddle him. He stood and my legs wrapped around his waist. He walked us to his bedroom and laid me on the bed.

He looked at me with a burning intensity and didn't look away once while he undressed.

"Put your hands together and your arms over your head." I did. "Stretch your arms further up... further... stretch. Don't move."

He took one of my feet and tugged it and stretched it to one corner and took my other foot and stretched it to the other corner. It was as if he had tied invisible ropes to my limbs. I don't think I could have moved them if I tried.

"Close your eyes.''

I felt the bed dip between my legs, and then nothing.

After a minute, a felt the bed dip on either side of my chest. Perhaps it was his hands? No part of him was touching me. But my face was burning. I could swear I could feel him looking at it. I could feel his heat, his energy all around me, but no skin, no touch.

Then suddenly, his voice right next to my ear, he growled, "Tilt her chin up as high as it will go. Bury your head into the mattress." I whimpered and did as I was told.

I could feel his breath, his heat, his eyes by my face, and move to my chest, and down to my ribs and then just above my straining cock. Just out of reach.

And then something wet swiped the tip of my cock. My whole body jumped and landed back in place. Nothing happened for another minute, but I knew he had not moved. And then another swipe. I was mewling, straining against invisible ropes, an invisible blind fold.

And then I felt a heat all around my cock. It was surrounded and slowly, ever so slowly, I felt his lips close along the base, his tongue flatten against the shaft and the back of his throat close against the tip and then he moaned, and hummed and hallowed his cheeks and moved and drove me to the point of insanity.

He pulled back just as I was starting to fly. He grabbed one ankle and moved it up, forcing my knee to bend and then placed my knee over his shoulder. Then he did the same for the other leg. He lifted up my bottom by lifting my legs with his shoulders and placed a pillow under my butt.

He flattened himself against the bed and kept my legs bent while he licked and tried to swallow my balls. He wet my hole with his tongue and his finger circled the bud and pressed slightly into it. I was panting uncontrollably.

I heard a cap snap open and then I felt his finger again but wet and slicker. It pressed and this time went in a little while Scott sucked my cock.

My arms hurt by the constant stretching but they only wanted to stretch even further up, pulling my back off the bed. He fucked me with one finger, faster and faster and then pulled it out and stopped. I yelled, "Please!"

And then two slick fingers slowly entered. They stopped to let me adjust. Scott was licking my cock like a popsicle. He fucked me with two fingers increasing speed with each fuck. Then he stopped. He waited. Everything stopped. I wanted to do it. I wanted it so bad. But I was afraid. This time I didn't yell. I whispered, "Please."

This time, three slick fingers slowly were pushed into me. Scott's head rested next to my cock. He wasn't touching it. It felt like he was just looking at it while he slowly and carefully breached me over and over again with three fingers. He didn't increase his speed this time. It was always at the same, excrutiating slow speed.

My head was tilted back and I was breathing deeper than I have ever done so in my life. Once again, I whispered, "Please."

The fingers stopped. "Please Scott. You." Another beat of nothing.

Then I felt him move. He was hovering over me, I could tell.

"Mitch, open your eyes. Look at me."

He was looking at me with a hunger and lust I've never seen on his face before. His blue eyes were a soulful black. His pupils were blown.

He moved back down to get my legs back over his shoulders and he moved back over me. He was staring straight into my eyes. One of his hands disappeared and moved lower to position himself and then he breached me.

My mouth formed into an "O" as did my eyes. They immediately began to water. Not from pain, but from an absolute feeling of euphoria I could not have imagined existed in the universe.

He moved forward a bit then back. Forward and then back. He was in no hurry. His eyes on me were relentless. It was as if he was memorizing and categorizing each response to each thrust.

He repeated and repeated and repeated until something clicked. His thrusts became deeper, faster. He pushed my legs further back toward the bed with his body. He was straining, beads of sweat were around his face, his arm muscles were bulging, his breathing erratic. I felt he wanted to scream. Then he straightened his arm, pushed his back up and thrust with abandon.

I came. I came watching him strain and lose all control. I could see my cum paint his stomach and then I felt him cum inside me.

He bent his head and then slowly pulled one of my arms down and then the other. He lowered himself on top of me, curling one hand around my head and the other around my side. "Mitch, Mitch, Mitch," he breathed. "I love you."

I wanted to hug him, but my arms were senseless blobs of flesh. My eyes couldn't stay open. I whispered into his ear, "I love you Scott," and fell into blissful sleep.

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The morning sun had not risen yet. But the dark night had passed. It was light enough to see. I quietly packed a small backpack. I risked kissing his forehead. I left the note on the nightstand and left.

The note said, "Dear Scott. I love you more than anything, but I can't go back. I'm sorry."