On the Mountain

by Riley Hart

I didn’t talk during sex, not in the way I knew he wanted me to, but the words threatened to spill out now…open your pretty legs for me, give me your hole…you’re mine…mine to fuck and mine to love.

Chosen had always said his purpose was the Lord and what the Lord chose for him to do, but Cyrus was my purpose. My redemption.

I wanted my dick inside him all night. Wanted to fill him with my cum and watch it spill out of him, then fuck it back in again.

“Too hard?” I asked, slipping my fingers between his ass cheeks. “Perfect.” I smiled and pushed my fingers inside him, feeling my release there, hot and thick and right where it belonged.

I was mesmerized with how our tongues moved together, how they played and wrestled, and the feel of his smaller body against mine. My hands tangled in his hair, never wanting this moment to end.

I didn’t stop kissing him as I walked him to the tub, as I tapped his leg for him to lift it and get in. I turned the water off and lay with my back against the tub. He turned his head, my hand on his cheek as I kissed and kissed and kissed.

“I like this.” Cyrus smiled, and I kissed that too. There was nothing like his smile. It lit me up from the inside out. “I don’t know if I can ever stop,” I admitted. This earned me a second smile. “You don’t ever have to.”

Being on the mountain with Crow was like a dream. Every day with Crow felt better than the last, even the ones where I felt sad.

Christ, all the kissing. It was as if Crow had decided to make up for a lifetime without it and could hardly keep his mouth from mine. He was obsessed with it, and I loved the thought of him being obsessed with me in any and every way.

Pleasuring Crow gave me pleasure. I didn’t always have to come, didn’t need it right now, just wanted to see the bliss on his face,

I had never been the type to believe in destiny or soulmates, but that was before Crow. Sometimes it felt like the whole world was only created so the two of us could find each other, like we were the point of it all.

I could have died, Crow, and all I can think is that if I had, I would’ve never met you. Sometimes I miss it, the way drugs can help you forget, but I don’t miss it while I’m on the mountain with you.”

Other than my mom, Cyrus was the only person who’d ever loved me, and I hoped I didn’t ruin him, the way I’d done with her.

How can you love someone as broken as me? But then maybe that was why he could—we’d both been dropped time and time again, cracks in our armor, little pieces of us breaking off, but somehow, together, we filled in each other’s imperfections. All my cracks and chips were sealed in by Crow, and his by me.

“You say I’m yours, but you’re mine too, Crow. We belong to each other.”

I’d always thought I would live my life alone, but now I had him, and the thought of ever being without him made me feel emptier and lonelier than I’d ever thought possible.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Crow. I have nothing without you. I am nothing without you.”

Crow touching me, loving me was always my favorite place to be.

I couldn’t wrap my head around it, how Crow could see all this beauty inside me, but I did believe he was the most beautiful person I’d ever known…so if he saw it there, I had no choice but to believe it.

A drop of moisture fell to his face, a stray tear of mine sneaking out. Crying wasn’t something I’d done much of, and never because something was so beautiful, so perfect.

“You are my sun too. My life was darkness until you gave me your light.”

“Look at me, little lamb. Look me in the eyes while you come on my cock and take what’s yours.”

“Do you want that? Want me to fill you with my cum? Want to feel it running down your legs all day?”