Page 8 of We Own Each Other

“Too?”

He openly laughed, taking a moment to wipe away some of the fluids on the right side of his face, though the other was still lovely and ruined.

“Yeah. I’m a Switch, too.” As he pulled my cock to the side, nibbling on my taut sack dangling beneath, he grumbled, “Now, let’s play.”

Just then, the ding of the elevator finding our floor sounded, followed soon by the doors opening. I peered back, sweat dripping down and burning my eyes while my heart pounded in my ears. Thankfully, the hall was empty, so I wasn’t compelled to stop what I was doing immediately.

Granted, even if there had been someone, I probably would’ve apologized, but not done much else.

Awkwardly, I kicked some of my abandoned bags out into the door, stopping it from closing on us and sending us right back down while we adjusted ourselves. But once we were at least semi-clothed, I took Corin’s hand and gave it a squeeze. His gaze met mine, one side of his face still streaked with tears, while the other was as clean as one could get in an elevator.

He smiled, a soft and almost shy thing.

But in his eyes was that glint — a glint only a Dom could have.

Not only did I want to own this man, but I wanted him to own me, too, and I had every intention of making it happen.

Even if it took the rest of my life.

THE NEXT MORNING, I was disappointed to find the spot next to me empty. We had eventually made our way out of the elevator, down the hall, and to our hotel room, where a chaotic bout of switching occurred. Sometimes I would give a command, and sometimes he would, each of us acquiescing to the other without question.

Unfortunately, there was very little sex beyond that. There was some hesitant hand stuff and sloppy oral stuff, but finding our positions in this weird pairing between Switches was confusing. It was far from the wild moment we had in the elevator when our roles were perfectly clear: I was the Dom, and Corin the Sub.

But that wasn’t the case anymore. Neither of us was Sub or Dom. We were what he had always truly been: Switches, and it was in that truth that all of our chemistry had fallen apart completely. Well, not completely, at least on my part.

I wanted nothing more than to explore this confusing thing, as it was much more than that.

It was…

Exciting.

Titillating.

Intensely satisfying.

But all the same, it was confusing.

And the empty spot in bed was a resounding response to my interest in continuing what we had started. It was such a shame. Especially since I had failed to strip my precious Switch partner down to see what he was hiding beneath his raggedy clothes. On the other hand, my memories were filled with commands from his side, steadily stripping me down. My commands were limited to making him kiss, suck, and touch my naked flesh in a variety of places.

Yes, there was much more to learn about Corin, and whether or not he was interested didn’t dissuade me.

Renewed, I clambered out of bed, searching for my clothes, which had been carelessly tossed around to various parts of the room. As I plucked up the very last piece, my underwear, no less, a scrap of paper fluttered out.

I didn’t have to pick it up to read it, but I did anyway. I cradled it in my palm, grinning madly at the crooked scrap like it held the world’s secret to unimaginable wealth. In reality, it read in a neat print:

###-###-#### - Call Me Later

What I had once assumed was going to be a hunt on my part to find Corin and woo him turned out to be a done deal. I held the paper to my mouth and gave it a chaste kiss. I was far from one who enjoyed romance or sappy courtship like what could be found in romance novels, but there was some part of me deep down that wondered if this was fate.

Even if we didn’t end up married or in a romantic relationship, perhaps, at least, I had found my final play partner — the one I could finally be fully myself with and find that ultimate satisfaction. That would be enough for me.

Corin could finally be enough.

Part Two

Corin

CHAPTER THREE