Page 115 of Burn It Down

He climbs on the bed, pulling me with him and lays on his back. I straddle his thighs and lean forward to kiss him when he spits in his hand and reaches for my cock.

Wrapping his wet palm around us both, our dicks slide against one another as they’re trapped between our bodies. With the added pressure of his hand and the way his tongue is rolling over mine, I know this won’t take long.

I groan my pleasure directly into his mouth and he picks up his speed before letting go entirely. Throwing his arm overhead, he blindly searches for the bottle of lube. I stretch out above him, pump the nozzle twice and buck when his hand picks up where he left off.

“Can you come like this?” Jake asks, his breathing already ragged.

“Hell yes.” I was prepared to put his dick back in my mouth, but his reasons for wanting it like this spill out.

“I want to come together. Hard and fast.”

“Well, keep it up, and you’ll get your wish.” My orgasm is building like pressure inside a volcano.

We keep sliding against each other as Jake jacks us off, both of us moving our hips in tandem with his strokes.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he whispers. “You’re so fucking hard. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” I am feral for Jake’s dirty talk.

“Fuck, yes. I’m going to paint your goddamn chest.”

“Hell yes. Give it to me. Don’t you dare hold back. Oh, fuck, I’m close,” he warns.

I can feel it. Because his dick is plastered against mine, I can feel the swell of his tip right before his release.

“Come with me, Dylan. I fuckingneedyou.”

I reach between us and wrap my hand around his, adding pressure to our cocks as I contribute to our pleasure.

His dick jerks beneath my hand and I know his orgasm is imminent. As soon as I see that first rope of cum leave his body, I fall over the edge after him.

My arms give out and I plaster my chest against his, loving the feel of our cum and sweat mixed together beneath me. Riding out the last waves of pleasure, I rut against him a few more times before burying my face in his neck.

I only get to enjoy the post orgasmic glow for a single second because I hear the door from the garage open and my sister yells, “Dyl? Jake?” When we don’t answer right away, she stops right outside my door. “It’s a pretty dead giveaway as to what you two are doing when both of your cars are in the driveway and it’s radio-silence in here.”

“We’re just changing. Jake just got home from work, you nosy pain in my ass!” I yell through the door. Looking down at Jake, I shake my head. “I’m officially ready for a place of our own.”

And it’s true. Especially considering I’ve decided to move the shop and I know I’ll still get to see my dad every day.

“I don’t have anything to do with the pain in your ass, thank you very much,” Cassie cackles as she moves down the hallway.

I move off Jake and put my hand out to pull him up with me before I head for the bathroom to turn on the shower…again.

“How did the meeting go with your dad?”

When I see his face fall, I know no miracles happened.

Jake snorts, stepping into the shower. “Exactly like we thought it was going to go. Although, hedidgive me two whole weeks to wrap up my current projects, reassign my clients, let them know I’d be leaving, and clean out my office. I honestly thought all my shit would just be in boxes when I got to the office today.”

“Can he really do that?” I ask, rubbing my sudsy hands over my torso to clean off.

“Yeah. He can. To save face though, the official press release is going to say we’re parting ways because we have different visions for the future and we,” he holds his hands up for air quotes, “don’t see eye to eye.That’s true enough I suppose. He had me sign a statement of resignation which I only did because it will allow me to prove I didn’t get fired, which will be helpful when looking for another job.”

The disappointment is clear in his eyes and it tells me that he was holding on to a small sliver of hope that his dad would come around and not force him to choose.

I pull his naked, wet body to me. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” He reaches under my arms and rotates his forearms so his palms land on my shoulders, his fingers digging in like he’s trying to keep his emotions at bay.

“Hey,” I whisper over the sound of the running water, “it’s just me.”

I feel his body wrack with a silent sob as his forehead lands in the crook of my neck. I rub my hands up and down his back, cradling him to me. Minutes pass before he’s able to speak.

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