Page 77 of The Lies We Tell Ourselves

“I-I’m close.” His length thickened even more, stretching my lips to the point of pain as he pulled my head down so my nose was nestled against his silky flesh. I pulled back enough to suck in a gasping breath before doubling down and swirled my finger around his pucker, making him whine.

“Oh god. Oh, shit. More…more…” His whimpers set my skin alight as they turned to stuttering inhales and exhales, his words becoming nothing more than a garbled mess. I pushed my finger against his tight entrance, forcing myself inside him.

Jamie let out a scream and clamped down on my finger. Fuck. I moaned around him as his muscles spasmed around my finger. I pulled off his length and begged, “Come on my face, little crow. Come on me and show everyone who I belong to.”

He stroked his cock, and I tipped my head back, opening my mouth just as the first thick rope of cum lashed across my face. “Oh, fuck. Dillon! Yes. Yes. Yes,” Jamie bellowed as he covered my face in his cum. It dripped into my mouth, and I groaned as his taste filled my mouth.

“More. Give me all of it. I want you inside me. Fuck, your ass is crushing my finger.” Another spurt landed on my extended tongue, and Jamie collapsed against the door. Utter bliss resonated through me as I drank him down and licked what I could off my face.

He was the picture of ecstasy as he leaned against the door, his chest heaving with labored breaths, legs shaking, and his hand still holding his softening dick as one last pearl of cum leaked from his slit. I leaned forward and licked him clean, pulled up this thong, and did up his jeans.

When Jamie opened his eyes, the blue depths were blotted out by pools of black, but as soon as we made eye contact, he shrunk back into himself. Guilt and shame washed over his features before they settled into neutrality. “This shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake,” he said, brushing his curls off his face and picking his jacket up off the floor.

“Jamie,” I rasped, my throat raw and aching. “It wasn’t me. I didn’t do those things. I didn’t know?—”

His glare had me eating my words; it was like I was strung up by a noose. “No.” He shook his head and slipped his arms into his peacoat before tying his scarf. “You might not have planned what they did, but you gave the order and set the precedent. So don’t tell me it wasn’t you. Guilt by association is still guilty, Dillon.”

His words landed blow after blow, perfectly timed for maximum impact.

“Fuck, Jamie I’m sorry. I was?—”

“Hurt? Two wrongs don’t make a right, Dil.” He turned on his heel and disappeared through the door. It clicked shut with a resounding thud. My heart stopped beating as I knelt there, covered cum and with tears streaming down my face.

“I never meant to hurt you, little crow. I’m so sorry,” I whispered into the silent room.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-THREE

JAMIE

“Do you know where you’re going, JJ?” Mal peered over at me from his desk as I pulled on my coat, a black envelope burning a hole in the pocket.

“I, umm? The exhibition center is on the other side of the sports area, right?”

Mal chuckled and pushed back from his desk. “Here, take this. It might help.” He winked.

“What is it?” I asked, taking the open booklet from him.

Mal rolled his eyes at me. “It’s a campus map. Didn’t you even look at the package they sent you when you got accepted?”

I shook my head. I hadn’t had time due to getting a last minute acceptance here. Uncle Daire had tried two colleges out of state first, but they refused to take someone under my circumstances at such late notice.

“Uh, I must have missed it, or Aunt Clara kept it as a memento.”

“That explains so much.” Mal grabbed my beanie off my bed and placed it on me before arranging some of my curls around my face. His eyes snagged on something that made him gasp.

“Jamie, what the fuck are those?” He pulled the collar of my coat down. “Hickies? You have fucking hickies on your neck!” Stepping back so he could look me in the eye, Mal glowered as he waited for my response.

I rolled my lips between my teeth while I tried to come up with an explanation. “Well, you get hickies when someone sucks on you skin hard enough to break the blood vessels, and that creates a bruise?—”

Mal held his hand up, looking at me agape. “Christ, Jamie.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “I know how you get a hickey, but how do you have one?” He eyed me suspiciously and leaned back against his desk with his feet crossed at the ankles and arms folded over his chest. I could feel his impatience growing with every second that passed.

“Oh, um, you know, just some guy,” I said flippantly and shouldered my bag. “Thanks for the map. I, erm better be going. Don’t wanna be late, do I?”

My hand was on the handle before Mal spoke. “JJ, please wait.” I stepped out into the corridor and spun around. “Look, I’m sorry. That was out of line. I-I’m just worried about you. You’ve got so much going on at the moment.”

I sighed and itched my head under the beanie as perspiration formed underneath it. “I know Mal, but I’m a big boy, okay?” I looked in his sea-glass green eyes, begging him to understand.

---