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Jamie spun around, his tears reflecting the morning sun.God, he was handsome.“But you have to, Bo. I need you in my life.”
I couldn’t look at his pain any longer so I focused on the two boats tied to the dock. After this agonizing moment, there’d be one boat again. The analogy was so clear.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, before turning and opening the screen door.
I sat at the table and listened to the wall clock ticking away as it continued to keep time with my pain. Jamie lingered outside, looking around, unsure of what to do.
And then I heard Memaw’s voice.“Let him go, Bo. There’s someone for you. I promise.”
I turned to look out the screen door just in time to see Jamie walking away.
“I hope so, Memaw,” I whispered, watching my first love leaving for the final time.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Hayes
“It’s Saturday, Hayes,” Phillip stated, wiggling his eyebrows when I stepped out of the shower. Our stateroom had a massive head attached to it. I’d always thought calling a bathroom a head on a yacht was odd, but that was the correct term. “You looked sexy as fuck showering in the head, stud. How about someheadbefore dinner?” he asked. Phillip came up behind me naked and hugged me, his erection pressing against my ass cheeks.
“Dinner is in thirty minutes,” I protested, knowing it was sex day but hoping he’d forgotten. “Maybe when we get back to our room?”
“I’ll be too drunk to fuck you by then. You know I have a hard time staying hard when I drink too much,” he stated. “Plus, you always complain about being too full after we eat.”
“Always complain?” I asked. “You try having a cock in your ass after eating a big meal. Then let me know about complaining.” I hated when we bitched about sex. Or lately, bitched about any and everything.
Phillip guided my arm around my back and forced my hand on his cock. “See? Just a quick BJ, baby.” Once again my stomach turned at hearing him refer to me as baby. He’d used it a second time when he had an apparent need. “Please?”
“Lay on the bed,” I ordered. He hurried to the bed and relaxed on his back. His erection was at full mast so I knew he’d shoot his load quickly. “Nice and slow, or do you want to come fast?” I asked, sounding like a BJ clinician at the local mall’s oral sex spa. This couldn’t be satisfying for him, could it?
“Just let me fuck your mouth, stud. Nice and sloppy till I unload in you.” He grabbed his cock and held it upright, grinning like a degenerate fool. “Come suck my huge dick, baby. You know you want it.”
Why was I disgusted all of a sudden? I liked nasty talk as much as the next guy, but the past few days all I saw in Phillip was a fraud. But still, I loved him, didn’t I? I wasn’t so sure after the past year of dialing our feelings down. Like our current life as a couple, this quickie was his usual have-a-need, fill-a-need, mantra.
I crawled on the bed and moved over his cock, bringing it into my mouth and slowly taking him deep into my throat.
“Yeah, baby. That’s it,” he moaned, lifting his hips off the bed. “Nice and easy until I start pumping your mouth.” He held the back of my head and forced me to take every thick inch. “Fuuucckkk,” he roared.
Usually, I’d have an erection by then. I’d either jack off or wait for him to reciprocate, but there was nothing popping up between my legs. I felt unattached to the performance. There was zero desire and the feelings alarmed me all of a sudden. Could I really leave Phillip? What would being alone feel like? “How’s that feel,” I mumbled, pulling off of him for a moment and burying my worries as quickly as they came.
Phillip reached for the back of my head again and pushed me onto his cock. “I’ll tell you when you get back to work.” He pushed my face into his crotch and ground into my mouth. “I’m fucking close, baby.”
There he went again with hisbabybullshit. I used to crave that word and how it made me feel about my man. His hips bucked under me and I knew we were in for a forty-second session. I missed the foreplay we used to have when we spent hours edging each other and exploring. It didn’t have to be this way.
He arched his back and lifted off of the mattress, his legs stiffening when he climaxed.“Fuck yeah!” he hissed “Oh yeah, baby. Drain it. Drain it. Don’t stop, baby. Keep sucking that dick. You know you love it.” He relaxed back on the bed, breathing hard when he came down from his orgasm, clearly fulfilled.
“That was quick,” I stated, spitting his load in my hand.
He frowned but didn’t say anything about my move. Maybe he knew shit wasn’t right in our universe. “You’re so fucking good. I needed that,” he said, reaching for the towel I was wiping my hands with. “Want me to do you?”
“It’s okay,” I said, standing up from the end of the bed. “Next time,” I added.
“You’re not even hard, Hayes. What’s up?” he asked. “Sucking on this beef stick wasn’t hot for you?”
“A lot on my mind,” I lied. “You know, tough week and all.”
He studied me carefully like he was trying to decipher a coded message. Apparently I was wrong about his appraisal. “Yeah, I get it, but you’ll fix that whole mess on Tuesday when you apologize to your father,” he ill-advisedly blurted out. “Maybe I’ll fuck you later if I can get it up.”
I turned and made my way to the head, responding to his sweet nothings. “Yeah, maybe.”
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