Page 49 of The Marriage Policy

“We’ve never taken a shower together before,” he says, but comes with me easily.

“There are lots of things we haven’t done together until recently.” I turn on the water. “Which reminds me, I’ve been meaning to talk to you. I think we should try blowjobs.”

Donovan has been insistent about us taking it slow. He’s afraid I might panic at any moment. It’s weird not having him trust me about something, but I also understand where it comes from. He’s so anxious about potentially taking advantage of me or the situation, when that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ll prove to him this is what I want, though.

“Okay. Like now? Because shower BJs aren’t always as hot as they sound.”

I tug my shirt off. “No. After the game.”

“Um…yeah. If that’s what you want, we can do that.”

“Unless I’m sucking myself, it has to be something you want too.”

He chuckles, making me relax in relief that he’s not going to oppose this. “Good point. I like blowjobs.”

“You like blowjobs? Don’t sound too excited.” I start to unbutton my shorts, but Donovan smacks my hands away and does it for me. We both have this thing where we like to take care of each other. It would be sickening if we weren’t so cute.

“I am excited. I get to be the first dick that’s ever been in your mouth and the first guy to suck yours. Sit down.”

I do as he says, sitting on the closed toilet while he kneels in front of me and starts taking off my boot.

I moan in pleasure because I’m so fucking over that thing, I would set it on fire if I could. Once he has it off, he dances his fingertips over my injury. “Poor baby.”

“I’m feeling pretty lucky right now.”

Donovan rolls his eyes. He always thinks I’m joking, and in a way I guess I am, but I’m also not. If I hadn’t broken my ankle, would I be here with him, doing all these things?

“Hips up.”

Again, I obey because who doesn’t like to be taken care of?

Donovan tugs the rest of my clothes off, and I’ve clearly got a half stiffy. We’re getting naked together and talking about sucking dick, so it would be impossible not to.

He takes off his clothes next, and his dick is in the same shape as mine.

“Should we jerk off together real quick?” I ask.

“What? No. We have to hurry, or we’re gonna be late.” He takes my hand and helps me into the shower as if I can’t do it on my own. I’m allowed to take my boot off for this, and showering isn’t the most fun thing in the world without him helping, but I do manage to get it done.

But, again, totally not going to complain. “Fine. I should save my load for tonight anyway. Do you swallow?”

“Jesus Christ, babe.” Donovan chuckles. “Only you, and yes.”

“Niiiice. I’ll try too.”

“You’re going to kill me.” He grabs the sponge and soaps it up before rubbing it all over my body. I use the wall to keep myself up so I don’t fall or put weight on my bad foot.

When he finishes, I get under the spray and rinse off, only to notice Donovan washing himself. “Wait. I want to do you.”

He cocks a brow.

“Not that. I mean, eventually that, but we’ll start with BJs.” I take the sponge from him.

“I’m not hurt, though. I did that for you since you’re injured.”

“Yeah, and I’m doing it for you because I want to.”

He grins.

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