Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Jay lays his cheek on my thigh, rubbing against me like a cat needing attention. “Me neither, Sir…Marshall.”
It’s strange how I can feel so many things at once—how the Sir in me, the man who wants Jay, feels the need to thump my chest and claim him in front of the whole world. That my chest feels fuller than it ever has, which only shows me that it was emptier than I ever thought. But then there’s a vast, gaping pit inside me too because I know John. I know what this means for us, and I don’t know how not to be John’s best friend. I don’t know how not to have him in my life. The thought makes me sick to my stomach.
I brush the back of my hand against Jay’s cheek. “I don’t feel comfortable keeping this to ourselves—not anymore. I owe John and Callie that much at least, but this isn’t a decision I’ll make without you. It’s too big, and they’re your parents, and this is your life too. They know about me. I’ve told them I can’t be in a relationship without kink, so telling them about us is telling them about you. I would never rush you when it comes to that. You have a right to keep it to yourself, and if that’s your choice, we’ll figure it out.”
I can see him working through it in his head, trying to make a decision he shouldn’t have to make so quickly.
“You don’t have to tell me today.”
Jay smiles, and I can feel it in my chest. “I’m not ashamed of what we do, of what we give each other. In some ways it’s been difficult because it’s just something else about me they won’t understand, something else that makes me different, but then I think about how I feel when I’m with you, what it does to me inside, which is even more important than the sexual response. This is who I am, and I don’t think there is anything wrong with that. I want them to know about us, and if that means they know about our dynamic too, so be it. No one can make me believe that what we’re doing is wrong, Marshall. Not when it makes me feel more like myself than anything ever has before.”
My heart jumps into my throat, making it hard to breathe. I’ve spent my whole life working, focusing on being successful and enjoying my life, yes, but for all my talk on being fulfilled, I’ve never had that. I’ve never known what my purpose is, and now, sitting here with this beautiful man at my feet, I feel like I’ve finally found it. I don’t know how to even put it into words, but it’s in the way Jay is fully himself, even when it’s not easy. In the way he enjoys the simple things in life. Jay is independent and caring, and he makes me have fun. I didn’t realize how much I needed that. He’s beautiful in his submission and makes me want more, want him. He is what I hadn’t known I’d been waiting for. He is what I’ve been missing.
“You perfect fucking boy. Come here.”
Jay beams at me before climbing onto my lap and straddling my thighs. I run my hands up his back, his neck, tangle one in his hair, then pull his mouth down on mine. Jay gives up control to me, lets me lead the kiss, decide how fast and how deep, my tongue swooping in to take possession of his mouth.
He writhes against me, little whimpering sounds pulling from the back of his throat. As ridiculous as it sounds, it’s as if my whole world is right here in my arms. I never saw this for myself, didn’t think I wanted it or that I would ever have it, but I would risk everything that’s important to me for this sweet boy.
My hands make a journey south again, collecting the fabric of his shirt in my hands. I pull away from his mouth enough to say, “Raise your arms.”
Jay does so immediately, and I pull the shirt off him, setting it on the couch beside us. The muscle definition in his chest is different from mine, but likely every bit as strong. He’s just got leaner muscle where I’m broader.
His skin is warm against mine as I touch him everywhere, my gaze traveling over his body because he’s my favorite place for my eyes to be.
I slip my hands beneath his jeans, not as far as I’d like them to go because of our position, but enough to make him tremble. “I think it’s time I claim what’s mine… Time for me to fill this little hole and watch you come apart on my cock.”
“God yes. Please, Sir. Make me yours. Ruin me for anyone else.”