Page 30 of The Marriage Policy

This marriage might end up being more than I bargained for.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Eric

Iflop ontomy bed and immediately tug out of my shorts and underwear. I have no idea what just happened out there, and I have no time to sort through it, not with how bad my balls need emptying.

What the fuck even was that? I never got wood from someone stroking my hair.

I never got wood from Donovan doing it.

But it’s not as if I nevernoticedDonovan. How could I not? His strong jawline. The way his lips turn up into a mischievous grin. The way his smile lights up a room. The body he’s worked so hard on over the years but now just seems to magically stay incredibly fit without as much work.

I reach over, tug open the drawer of my nightstand, pump some lube into my hand, and then give my aching dick a slow, measured stroke.

Like…how does he have such nice abs? I work out way more than him to keep mine looking the way they do. He was so small when we were younger, though. He was still cute, of course, but wow, twenty-eight-year-old Donovan is pretty hot, isn’t he? How are the guys not all over him all the time?

My hand moves faster, my grip tighter. My balls are maybe the fullest they’ve ever been.

I look down at my thick, swollen shaft, slick with lube. Precum leaks from my slit and…does Donovan precome a lot? He’s in the next room over, jerking himself too, naked, on hisbed with a hand wrapped around his shaft…maybe a finger or two in his hole.

My dick twitches, my body feeling slightly jittery, scintillating pleasure making my skin tingle.

I clumsily pump lube into my other hand, let my finger dip behind my nuts. Legs spread, I circle my rim, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

My cock is so fucking red, the veins in my shaft full and thick. Is Donovan thinking about what I’m doing in here? Is he just as hard as me? Just as fucking needy? Is he obsessing about me in the weird-ass way I can’t seem to stop myself from obsessing about him?

Stop thinking about Donovan!

I don’t have a problem thinking about him, but he might not like it. I already asked the guy to jerk off with me. I’m full of best-friend fouls tonight. Perving on your person while jerking off has to be breaking some kind of bro-code rules, doesn’t it? Especially when I’ve never thought about a dude when it comes to sex before. This is a new development, but I’m too blissed out to even think about it that much.

I push the tip of my finger into my ass, use my other hand to pay a lot of attention to my head. I’m so fucking sensitive, every inch of me feeling like it’s lit up and the fuse is getting shorter and shorter.

I know Donovan is more of a bottom than a top. He loves his ass played with. Does he have a finger or two inside himself right now? He’s the reason I do—not because of my sudden obsessive thoughts; I tried it years ago because I knew he liked it. I wanted to know what made Donovan feel so good, and he’s right. It’s fan-fucking-tastic.

A soft whimper slips past my lips while I stroke and fuck myself. Does Donovan make noises when he comes? How big arehis loads? Mine are fucking huge, and a strange question pops into my head: would Donovan think my big loads are hot?

I pull my finger almost all the way out, then push it in again, hand tugging hungrily at my cock. A vision of Donovan arching off the bed fills my mind, of him shooting on those pretty abs, his load against his gorgeous brown skin.

My whole body shakes. My vision goes blurry. I push my finger in deeper, rub over my prostate and feel like I’m flying to the moon when my balls draw tighter and I shoot on my belly, just like I wondered if Donovan had done. I keep working my dick through my orgasm, playing with my spot because it’s one of my favorite things and I’m so fucking glad I gave it a try.

It’s like there’s a never-ending supply of jizz in my balls as I keep coming, my release running down my shaft, pooling in my belly button, landing as high up my body as my pecs.

“Holy fuck,” whispers past my lips. That was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. I really must have needed it and…and I did it thinking about Donovan.

That’s…new.

A little confusing, but also not…? I probably should be more mixed up than I am. Maybe it was the combination of the things Ana was saying earlier, plus knowing he almost jacked off in the shower, and then…whatever that had been on the couch.

Donovan and I getting hard together.

And maybe I didn’t mean to ask him to jerk with me at first, but the fact that I was willing when he misunderstood me…and disappointed when he said no…

I grin.

I don’t know why I’m grinning. Maybe because I’m confused and so even my mouth doesn’t know what to do.

I can’t deny that I’m curious now—what this means and why I can’t stop thinking about him.

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