Page 37 of Insatiable Hunger

“Okay, well, what if we filmed a little something.”

My heart races as the words tumble out of his mouth.Not at allwhat I expected him to say, but I’m pleased, nonetheless. “You want to record us?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs. “But only if you’re down.”

“Oh, I’m down. What do you want to do with it once we’re done?” Is he saying he wants me to post it online?

“Well, I don’t know. Probably nothing. Just for us to keep, but I think it could be fun. And kinda hot.”

“It’ll definitely be hot. Let’s do it.”

Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I unlock it, noticing a text back from Zeke.

Zeke: Would it fucking kill you to listen? You’re such a fucking brat.

The way I can hear the tone in his voice through those words makes me smile. Jordan wastes no more time, pulling my pants down my thighs and eventually off my legs completely. My cock, already hard as a rock, springs out, and I groan as the cool air licks my overheated flesh.

Positioning himself between my spread thighs, he takes me into his palm, closing a tight fist around me as my hips automatically thrust up into his grip. “So, you’re sure… you want me to record you doing this?”

“Yeah, do it,” he insists, stroking his hand up my length. “It’ll be hot.”

Leaning down, he flicks his tongue out, lapping up my dripping arousal while I pull up the camera app. An idea hits my mind, and I quickly snap a picture as Jordan’s closing his lips around the tip.

He hollows his cheeks, suckinghard, practically making my eyes cross. “Fuck, you feel good,” I moan.

Remembering the task at hand, I attach the picture to the text thread and type out a response.

Me: Sorry, can’t talk. A bit busy. ;)

Hitting send, my body vibrates with the anticipation of what’s to come. I switch over to video, hitting record, as I finally let myself get lost in the way Jordan’s working me over with his mouth. I’ll give it to him… he really knows what he’s doing. It feels fucking incredible.

It doesn’t take long for me to find my release, spilling down his throat with the image of Zeke behind my closed eyelids.

Chapter Nineteen

Elias Carnell

It’s a little after midnight when I’m pulling up outside the house. Given that it’s a Friday night, it’s not really that late.

After Jordan made me come, I jacked him off while we made out, and then he sent me home with an extra joint and leftovers. Best non-serious date ever. Zeke never responded to the text I sent him and, to be honest, I kind of feel bad about it. Not for Zeke, because fuck him. Riling him up is fun. But for Jordan. That’s his fucking boss, and I casually sent a picture of him with my dick in his mouth to him. Without even thinking twice.

Not that I think Zeke would ever show Jordan or tell him he saw it, because Zeke wouldn’t be able to explain why he had it in the first place, but shit. I really need to learn to think before I act sometimes. I considered coming clean to Jordan when he had me send him the video, but again… how the fuck would I explain why I was sending nudes to my stepdad anyway? So, I kept my mouth shut and vowed to not do that again.

Unlocking the front door, I shut and lock it behind me as quietly as possible. A quick glance around the dark room reveals no creepy, angry giant waiting in the shadows for me this time.

Thank God.I’m exhausted and don’t feel like dealing with the beast tonight. I kick my shoes off before jogging up the stairs. I really should shower tonight before bed, but I just don’t want to. Weed always makes me super tired once the high wears off, so I’m at the point of passing out. After yoga tomorrow, I can take one. It’s fine.

The door to my room is slightly ajar, even though I know I shut it before I left today. Rolling my eyes, I push it open and step inside, not even a little bit surprised to see the lurker waiting for me on my bed, his signature pissed off expression firmly in place on his face.

“What do you want, Zeke?” I blow out a breath, shutting the door and resting my back against it. “I’m tired and would like to go to bed without arguing with you.”

“You think you’re cute with that little fucking photo you sent me?” One thing about Zeke, his tone is always level. Everything he says, he says like it’s no sweat off his back. I think it’s what makes him so intimidating. He’s so calm. Eerily calm—like right now. The calm before the storm.

Laughing, I step farther into the room, dropping my keys and wallet onto my desk. “Come on, Zekey,” I start, knowing the nickname annoys him. “You gonna lie and say my cockdidn’tlook cute in that picture?”

He raises off the bed, closing the short distance between us, forcing me to crank my neck to look up at him. He really is a fucking giant. “That isn’t what I meant, Elias, and you fucking know it.”

Squaring my shoulders, I narrow my eyes on him. “I don’t give a fuck what you meant. When are you going to get that?”

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