Kieran sputtered, coughing, and shame slammed into me even as I slumped against the rock in sated bliss. Shame that I hadn’t warned him. Shame that I couldn’t maintain enough control to last longer.
Shame that disappeared when Kieran gave me a small, satisfied grin as he kissed his way back up to my lips, nothing but love and acceptance and that blazing inferno smoldering in his eyes.
I surrendered myself to that kiss, the fine mist of the waterfall sprinkling over us. I would’ve expected that release would have cooled the flames of this rampant desire but it really was unquenchable, only seeming to stoke it, the embers reigniting.
Kieran’s lips plied my own, but I was aware of him smoothing more of that KY onto his thick, hard cock, pressing snugly against the crease of my ass. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, the tip of him probing at my entrance.
Even with the sudden return of the trepidation, I swallowed and gave him a barely imperceptible nod, my knees raising and clenching tightly against his ribcage. As much as I tried to hide my fear, Kieran could sense it, anyway. His lips molded to mine, administering deep, drugging kisses, his tongue plundering and anesthetizing all my senses enough that when the tip of his cock popped past that ring of muscle at my entrance, I was too delirious to feel any pain. His hands smoothed down my arms to clasp my own, fingers intertwining, raising them above my head to press against the rock. And then he gave a short thrust, slipping in another inch.
This time I couldn’t stifle a whimper, every instinct I possessed screaming to remove the foreign object. It hurt worse than I’d imagined it would. The burning, the stretching, it was enough to have my revived cock flagging as he slipped in another small increment.
Kieran’s slow, steady pace halted, and his lips whispered against my cheek. “Ethan, do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t stop,” I ordered raggedly. “Just do it.”
His throat convulsed spastically as he swallowed, his eyes tortured with concern, but he obliged with a forceful thrust that breached me the rest of the way. I tried to will the tension out of my body, but I went even more taut as soon as he was seated all the way in me, his balls tapping against my ass. Rigid, panting, I gripped his fingers, nearly crushing them, my eyelids squeezing closed. I felt like I was being split in two.
But then a curious thing happened. That horrendous pain diminished, becoming a mild discomfort that was almost negligent, that violation becoming a slow, seductive penetration. Kieran paused to allow me to adjust but every small movement of his body had his cock probing a little deeper, a little farther, until the tip of him brushed over a bundle of nerves deep inside me.
I gasped, my back arching at the indescribable pleasure of that. My cock sprang to immediate attention again, my little soldier rallying the troops, the tingles assaulting every inch of my body. I was fucking vibrating, a moan bubbling out of my throat.
“Ethan?” Kieran demanded. “Are you all right?”
I shook my head, too incoherent to speak rationally, so I just gripped two fistfuls of his hair and jerked his head forward, smashing my mouth to his. It was a frenzied, furious kiss of battling tongues and dueling teeth, sharp nips to our lips that were soothed with the next swipe of our tongues.
It was enough to unleash Kieran from his restraint, his cock gliding out to the tip, sinking back in with a languorous thrust and with a groan that I greedily swallowed. He continued with those slow, easy strokes for too long before his hips began pistoning, wild thrusts that scraped against that tingling bundle of nerves on every upstroke. And I met him each time, the friction building up the pressure in my own cock, until I was in danger of spurting again.
His hands gripped my knees, raising them so he could deepen his thrusts, and the slight change of angle made him get those nerves at a new, more pleasurable vantage point. I came with a scream, thick ropes bathing both our chests, and Kieran became even more frenzied, getting in three more deep, hard thrusts as my inner walls spasmed around him before he stiffened and emptied himself inside me with a roar that splintered the silence and startled birds into agitated flight.
Panting, I splayed back against the rock, accepting Kieran’s weight as he collapsed on top of me. My arms wound tight around him, managing to brush my lips across his temple before my trembling muscles protested.
The silence was only broken by the rushing of the water and our panting, ragged breaths.
A silence broken even more by Kieran’s soft, hesitant voice.
“I used to watch you, you know.” His warm breath whispered against my neck and I went still, listening intently as he spoke. “I couldn’t understand what it was about you that made me jealous of my own cousin, that had me feeling things I shouldn’t. Things my dad always said were wrong and sickening. I think I became a little obsessed for a while.” His soft voice softened even more, becoming almost inaudible. “I love you, Ethan.”
My arms tightened around him and my eyes burned curiously, but when I spoke, I noticed my own voice was whisper-soft, too. And husky, the words almost getting tangled in my throat. “Ditto to all that.”
A small grin tilted the corners of Kieran’s mouth, and he dragged my unyielding, tired body into the water against my weak protests, rinsing the aftermath of our… lovemaking… off our skin. My arms snaked around his neck but before I could indulge in a lazy kiss, Kieran’s eyes widened, holding me at bay.
“What?” I demanded. “What is it?”
“Poison oak,” he said. “We need to get you a shot of Benadryl to combat that.”
Confused, I glanced down at where his wide, alarmed eyes were directed, inspecting my chest. Among the welts from repeatedly being slapped by unruly tree branches and the mosquito bites dotting my skin was a splotchy, reddish rash spreading across my chest. Jesus, if I started blistering and oozing puss, I was going to be really pissed off.
Mother Nature, you bitch. But I laughed because not even a gross, damn rash could intrude on my fulfilled bliss. Grinning, I speared my fingers into his slick, silky hair, pulling his head down for another of those drugging, soul-moving kisses.
And the two heroes walked, hand in hand, into the sunset, to their happily-ever-after.
Well, not exactly. The road we traveled was pitted and uneven but with each other, each having the other’s back and always there to lift the other up when he stumbled, we could conquer all. All the negativity, all the scorn that was still so prevalent, because it was tempered with just as much love and acceptance.
We come back to the cabin often, enjoying the occasional rendezvous beneath the waterfall. As much as I’d begrudged it in the beginning, and even though Mother Nature and I still got into some altercations, the place was good for me. Kieran even more so.
I was complete. I was whole.
I was happy.
And that, dear reader, is what they call the end. But it was only our beginning.