Porter gripping a potato so hard that it bruised.
My insatiable mouth, creamy and full for the first time.
The look in his eyes as I swallowed.
I made him want it.
I did that.
I brought pleasure to the pleasure giver.
This is the thought that keeps me smiling all fucking day.
“I'm gonna need that as often as you'll let me…”
That’s what he whispered as we walked up the stairs.
He hasn’t been the same since we locked that pantry door.
And neither have I.
That was four days ago.
Three more til I can do it again.
I yearn for him.
Pushing him to unravel, making him quiver at the knees.
I crave his body more than ever.
I crave this new found power.
Fuck what the other guys think.
Let them see the way I look at you, I don't care.
Enough with the hot and cold,I grumble to myself.
Hot and cold is our deal, though.
At least for now.
And if it means keeping him happy, I’ll play along.
I’ll be good.
I’ll keep our dirty little secret.
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“Bloody legend.” Damien hands him the keys. “I owe ya one.”
“Not exactly a hardship, living next to the beach for two weeks,” Porter laughs.
My ears prick up at the mention of a beach.
“Dad's still pissed that his usual house sitter bailed so close to Christmas.”
