Page 74 of Curveball

I get up and leave in search of Quincy, quickly finding him around the corner of the building in an alleyway. He’s leaning up against the brick wall, looking tormented.

He turns his head when he hears me coming. “Why do you always choose her over me?”

“She’s my best friend. The most important person in the world to me. I love her.”

He gives me a small, crooked smile. “I thought you loved me too.”

“You don’t want my love.”

He takes a few breaths and tightens his jaw. “What if I do?”

“A knee-jerk reaction from seeing me with another man isn’t a reason for you to accept my love. I told you. I won’t bekept in the dark anymore. I have needs too and, unlike yours, they’re not just physical.”

He nods. He knows I’m right. “I’m sorry I can’t be what you need. I wish more than anything that I could be.”

“Me too, Quincy. Me too.”

Before I can stop him, he pulls me into his arms. I try to pull away, but he overpowers me. “Please. Let me hold you for a minute. Let me take you in. It calms the chaos in my head.”

I can’t help but relax into him and wrap my arms around his waist. My head rests on his chest as we stand there embracing silently for several long minutes.

He’s hurting so much. It breaks my heart.

He sinks his nose into my neck, inhaling me as he often used to do. His voice cracks as he admits, “I miss this. I miss us.”

“You miss sex.”

He pulls his head back. Tears sting his eyes. “Don’t you understand? It has nothing to do with sex. I miss you. I’m empty without you. Nothing has meaning to me without you.”

I want to confront him about messing with my head. About telling me not to love him, telling me we can’t be together long term, but then also telling me he’s missing me and that he’s empty without me. But as it has so many times in the past, my desire to help him, to please him, trumps everything else right now, even my own sanity.

I reach down for his belt buckle and unfasten it. He pinches his eyebrows together. “What are you doing?”

“Let me help you relax. I know what you need. I’ll take care of you.” I mumble, “Like always.”

He watches on as I unzip his pants, slide my hand inside his boxers, and pull out his rapidly growing cock.

Cheez, that fucker is big. It always shocks me. Did it getbigger in the past two years? Maybe seeing other men has me forgetting that he practically has a third arm.

I’m suddenly throbbing, remembering what it does to my body.

I drop down to my knees, and he whispers, “Holy shit.”

I give him a few pumps. He briefly closes his eyes. “I’ve missed your touch. So much.”

Without breaking eye contact or my grip on him, I slowly lick around his balls. I learned our first night together how much he enjoys that and have done it many times since. There’s nothing better than having him at my mercy for a change.

My tongue eagerly worships every crevice and vein on his perfect cock as I slowly work my way up. He loves the long tease. Seemingly oblivious to our surroundings, that’s what I give him.

Swirling my tongue around his crown, I taste the saltiness already oozing from him.

“Fuck, Shortcake. You’re so fucking good at this.”

I can’t help but smile as I eventually take him into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. It took me some time to learn how to do that for him, but I did, and I love the pleasure that oozes from him when I do.

I move my head back slowly, sucking as hard as I can along the way. His cock further hardens as I do it.

He looks down at me. “Every other fucking woman goes right for the main event. No one takes better care of me than you. No one makes me come harder.”