Page 74 of Beautiful Disaster

“It’s like fate forced us to collide, not that I really believe in that. You came to me at the right moment, too. I’ve never felt so… free to be myself. My head is clear whenever we’re together. It’s like… I can breathe again.” He looks away and rolls his eyes, pink dusting his cheeks. “Ugh, that sounded so stupid.”

“It sounded perfect.”

“Still embarrassing.”

I chuckle and help him sit up. “I have another idea. Straddle my legs and sit close enough to where I can fist our cocks together. Have you ever frotted, pet?”

“Actually, no, but I know what it is.”

“I like having some firsts with you. It’s a silly notion, like virginity, but it’s still a turn-on.”

Jinx climbs onto my lap and drapes his arms over my shoulders, looking down to watch as I squirt some lube into my hand. I stroke myself, spreading the oil around, then I do the same on his length.

With one hand pressed to his back, I fist our lengths together and languidly stroke us. His eyes slide closed, and he chews on his bottom lip, one of my favorite looks on him, and rests his forehead against mine.

I capture his lips and slide my tongue into his mouth. His fingers dig into my neck, then slip into my hair as we deepen the kiss.

Something has shifted in me. I know when that moment was. When I told him about Jude. Something unknotted deep inside. It unfurled, like I’ve been chained by life, and now I’m loose, the ghost of Jude vanishing into the past where he belongs. Being a Dom feels different this time, too, less rigid. It’s almost as if I’m just as happy to be with Jinx as we are without the sessions.

For the first time in years, I’m… happy, and I tell him that. “I’m so happy I bumped into you, Precious,” I say on his lips as I keep stroking us.

His fingers curl tighter in my hair. “Me, too.” His voice is barely a whisper. “I’ll always protect you.”

I’m not sure what he means. Protect me from what? I simply nod.

We return to kissing, throwing everything we have into it as my strokes grow faster and tighter. We’re breathing heavily, and I’m sure his heart is racing as much as mine. The first threads of pressure spread throughout me, and his cock is hot in my hand.

I brush my thumb over our cockheads, sending a sensitive jolt coursing through my body and pulling out a groan from Jinx, my precious.

“More,” he says. “Please…”

My hand speeds up, and I close my eyes to fully enjoy the heat of his skin and his length rubbing against mine. My body is burning for a release, for him.

When his fingers dig deeper into my scalp, and his cock swells and heats even more, I know he’s close.

Jinx grabs my face, kisses me, crying out his orgasm into my mouth. His hot cum spurts over my hand. I’m close myself, so I let go of his softening cock to finish myself off. He rests his head on my shoulder, looking down at my hand, watching. He reaches for my tip and gently rubs it, spreading pre-cum around as I pump and twist.

It doesn’t take long before I’m coming, spilling over, my cum mingling with Jinx’s. I hold my breath, milking the last threads of my orgasm, chasing my climax, groaning out my pleasure.

“That was… hot,” he says, still panting. “My dick rubbing against yours was fire.”

“It was. You feel perfect against me.”

Once our hearts settle and numbness washes over us, I say, breathing out the words, “Be a pet and clean us up, please.”

Jinx rushes off and returns moments later with a wet washcloth. He wipes my hand clean, then he cleans our cocks. I take the used rag from him and toss it on the floor to deal with later. First, I want to hold him. He needs that the most.

I lie down, and he curls against me, fingering my chest hair. Meanwhile, I’m completely sated and numb.

“What do you do without me in bed when you’re at home and have no one to hold?” I ask him.

“I usually sleep with one of the dogs or cats. Cats are fussier about it, but we have a lot of dogs who are willing to sleep in a bed. Orange Crush sleeps with me the most. You met her. Nutmeg, our first dog, is the sweetest, but she’s mostly Aleks’ dog. We picked her up after… We were on the road after we escaped from LA. Nutmeg was there, waiting to be adopted while we were on a hike in the desert.”

He chuckles and kisses my chest. “What?” I ask.

“I’m just laughing at myself. I hated the outdoors, and I was definitely not a hiker. Now, I love it. I can’t imagine not being surrounded by nature or riding my horse through the rivers and mountains. I never want to live in a city again.”

“Seems we have more in common than I thought. I was always a city boy myself. New York City is one of the largest and most densely populated areas. I needed a place to unwind and start a new life. I didn’t want to be buried in my past back there.”