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)
“Hell yes. Fuck your Sir. Please me. Make me shoot my load all over the shower wall for you.”
My orgasm is already building higher and higher. Each time his dick rubs against my prostate, I’m pushed closer and closer to that edge until I can’t stop myself from falling, cum spurting from my cock, balls high and unloading.
“Thank you, Sir!” Jay says from behind me, his dick swelling and jerking as he releases his cum inside me.
“Lick it up,” I tell him. He drops down, licking up all my cum—and then he’s tonguing my ass again, swallowing any of his own jizz that he can get.
Later, after we’ve actually showered, washed, dried off, and are naked in bed together, he says, “I liked fucking you. It’s never really been what I want, but it was wonderful with you.”
“I’m glad.” I kiss his temple.
“But I still want you to fuck me most of the time.”
I smile. “That’s good because that’s what I was planning anyway.”
He’s quiet. I’m pretty sure there is more he wants to say, so I wait.
“I loved today. I loved being with you and Reggie together. I’m glad I had that experience, but is it okay if I don’t want to do it again? I told Reggie already, when I walked him out. I only want you.”
His words jump-start my heart, make it accelerate. “Yes, sweet boy. I only want you too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
JT
“Come on, young buck. You can keep up,” Marshall teases as we go on our morning jog. It’s something he’s done occasionally, but the past few weeks, I’ve started to join him too. I don’t quite love it the way he does, but I do have an appreciation for it. I like having the time with him, but even more than that, I like how it makes me feel afterward. It’s just the forcing-myself-to-jog part that’s exhausting while I’m doing it.
“You’ve never shown your age more than you just did by saying young buck,” I tease.
Marshall turns around, jogging backward in front of me like he’s doing something as simple as brushing his teeth. “You like my age, and clearly, I haven’t given you reason to complain. Who’s the one who can’t keep up with whom?” He winks, which is such an un-Marshall thing to do that I can’t help laughing. God, I love him.
“If orgasms are involved, we both know it would be me leaving you in the dust.” It’s a lie, of course. Marshall has no trouble keeping up with me, but the mock indignation on his face makes me chuckle again.
He stops going backward, darting toward me, and before I can get away, Marshall grabs me, bends, and lifts me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. “Someone is being a little brat.”
He swats my ass while I dissolve into laughter. “Oh my God. Put me down before you throw out your back.”
“I can do this all day.” He walks, me hanging over his shoulder, giving me the perfect opportunity to spank his ass, something he didn’t see coming.
“I only like being on the other end of that.” He pants heavily, dramatically, like he’s struggling to breathe. He only takes a couple more steps before setting me on my feet. “I, in fact, cannot do that all day.”
He smiles, and I feel it in my chest. I wrap my arms around him, cheek against his chest. “You make me so happy. I love you.” I know I make him happy too. I’ve never seen Marshall laugh as much as he does with me, never seen the lightness and playfulness in him that he now has. He’s letting go in ways he never allowed himself to before, something he deserves so much, and I hate that my parents aren’t around to see it. Hate that they’ve turned this beautiful thing between us into something ugly, that Marshall has to trade his happiness for the brother he loves.
It’s not fair.
And I hate how much I miss them too.
Every day it grows even more.
“I love you too.” Marshall kisses the top of my sweaty head. “And you make me so happy that sometimes I don’t believe it’s real. But that’s not going to get you out of finishing this jog. We have to hurry so I can get to work.” He grabs my hand and tugs me, but I go willingly. I’m only pretending to complain about running before the sun even comes up; in actuality, I’m loving every moment I share with him.
*
I stare at the unanswered texts from Mom while Reggie and I hang out at the apartment I haven’t slept at in weeks. I was mostly at Marshall’s before the threesome, but I’ve been at his house every single night since. After our jog today, Marshall had showered and gone to work, and I’d been lonely, so I’d come over to see my friend. Before, I used to hang out with Mom sometimes when I didn’t have work, or I’d go out to lunch with Dad. Most of the time, I complained about it, knowing we’d get into some argument about one thing or another, but now that I don’t have those moments with them, I realize how much I enjoyed everything except the fighting.