“Ohshit,” he hisses as his head whips back. Ropes of hot cum drench my lower back, ass and thighs. My balls seize one last time as a gush throbs out.
Whatever the hell just happened was the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I’m drifting in a post-orgasm daze when I realize he's swiping through the mess on my backside. Then he's at my hole, smearing slippery, warm cum around my rim and—
My entire body vibrates as his finger enters me.
“Jesusfuck,” I choke out. I’m so sensitive it almost hurts.
He pulls out and repeats, this time adding a second finger.
“You’re mine and you’re going to feel that reminder while we socialize with all of your parents’ friends,” he growls, molding over me with his fingers still knuckle deep in my ass.
“You’re feral,” I groan as he pumps into me lazily.
“What I am isyours,” he whispers, nipping the back of my neck. “Now, once I’ve stuffed you full of cum, we’re going to clean up and go back out there holding hands.”
“Win, I don’t think—”
The tips of his fingers graze my prostate and I buck.
“Yes, ok,yes.”
He presses a kiss to my temple. “That’s my boy.”
What have I agreed to?
34
Win
“It’s so obvious,” Remy grumbles, arms crossed over his chest while shifting his weight from one leg to the other.Must be the cum leaking out of his ass.With a smirk, I fasten the button of my fly. At least I got out of that horrible shirt. The plain black tee he dug out of his old closet is too tight but I don’t give a fuck.
I’m on cloud nine.
I shrug. “Not really.”
“We literally disappeared for forty minutes and now we’re skipping out of my room in different shirts. You’re telling me that’s not suspicious?”
“The shorts are the same,” I smirk. If he glares any harder, lasers might come out of his eyes. Sighing, I lace our fingers and kiss his knuckles. “Relax, it’s not a crime to be alone together.”
“I don’t know…”
I bite his finger. He hisses.
“Don't you dare backtrack on me. You agreed.”
“I know but maybe we can just keep it lowkey for a little—”
“Not a chance.”
“These people are old school. What if they talk shit?”
“Fuck ‘em.”
“Easy for you to say. You never have to see them again.”
“Wrong. I’m dating you, meaning I will.”
