“Yeah, I did, pretty bad.I haven’t jacked since December.”
“Fuck, Craig!If you don’t let the pressure off, your body’s gonna release it for you.”
“Very much aware of that, thanks, Eddie.”
He sat beside me on the bed and let his hand rest on my belly.“Why did you go that long?”
I shrugged.“I felt like if I jacked, I’d be cheating on you.Even though we weren’t together.”
He laughed.“Then I’ve been cheating on you every day for months.”
I laughed.
He moved his hand to my shoulder.“Promise me if I’m not with you, you’ll take care of yourself from now on, before it gets that bad.”
“Why are you saying that?Are you gonna leave me?”
“I don’t want to.But I might not always be there.Don’t do that to yourself.It’s not healthy.Promise me.”
I looked at the ceiling.“Okay.”
“Stop getting down on yourself.If you saw yourself the way I see you, you never would.”
“I’m a hot mess, Eddie.”
“You’re sexy.You smell like sex.”
“Yeah, I would.I got come all over me.”
But he didn’t seem to mind.He took the bottle from my hand and set it aside.Then he lay down beside me and hugged me.I hugged him back.
“Give me one of those kisses?”he said.
So I did.Never thought I’d do that again.And he really reacted.I was pressed against him so I felt how hard he got, instantly.He started touching me everywhere, so I did the same, rumpling the T-shirt he’d slept in.The one I’d fixed for him.I had a lot of hot memories wrapped up in that shirt.He pulled me on top of him.
I unzipped his shorts and enclosed him in my hand.
He moaned softly, fingered the back of my neck and looked into my eyes as I stroked him, slow and steady.
And then I went down on him.
I was so much better at it now than my first time.I remembered what he liked, what he loved, and what sent him over the edge.
The trailer was quiet, except for the bed squeaking and the air conditioner humming and the sharp sound of him breathing, harsh and fast.Then he stopped, his body hitched, and he filled my mouth.
I stopped moving and held him in my mouth while he caught his breath.
His head fell back on the pillow.“Fuck.”
I pulled myself up and lay beside him, stroked his hair.
He whispered in my ear.“Are you rehearsing tonight?”His voice was hoarse, the way it got when he was really turned on or right after he shot.
“Yeah.I can’t cancel.I’ll be done at seven thirty, though.”
“That’s when I’m done with the personal trainer.Come back here.We can go home together.”
“My place?”
