Page 164 of Loving the Legend
“I’m telling you that I haven’t seen it. He’s never tried anything with me. But even if he did, I’d tell him I don’t feel the same. What’s the big deal?”
I throw up my hands. It’s like we live on two different planets. “You’re everywhere together! I can’t look at a screen without seeing you together or comments with people linking you. It’s a nightmare.”
“The stuff online is bullshit. The media’s trying to twist my speaking out and Arnaz coming out to get clicks. I’ve spent the last few weeks miserable because you left, and what, this whole time, you thought I was fucking him?”
My voice chokes as doubts plague my thoughts. In my core, I don’t believe they’ve fucked, or he’s cheated—I’m not sure it would even be considered cheating since we were separated. But, fuck, it would eviscerate me. Just the thought…
“What are you doing?” I ask as he starts to remove his blazer. Ignoring me, he rips it off and hurls it on the armchair. Then he begins undoing the buttons on his shirt while staring at me with an intensity that tunes every cell in my body into him. I throw him a questioning look.
“What are you...” My brain times out as he unbuckles his pants and drops them, along with his briefs.
Fuck.
My pulse takes off as he reaches into the drawer and pulls out the lube, slicks his cock down, then stalks over to me.
My spine tingles as I take him in.
Damn, I’ve missed his beautiful cock.
I grimace as I imagine Arnaz down on his knees, wrapping his lips around it.
“We need to tal—”
“Shut up. Come here.” His mouth slams against mine—our tongues crash with a ferocious hunger, wiping out my thoughts.Our moans are rolling thunder, echoing back and forth, crackling the air with heat.
“Sid!” I gasp as his lubed finger penetrates me.
“I missed you moaning my name.” He brushes a kiss against my lips as he curls in another finger and fucks me. My head falls to his shoulder as I savor the burn of the stretch. My knees tremble as I dig my fingers into his waist to keep them from buckling.
“Get in bed,” he orders.
My mind spins from déjà vu as I crawl into bed, remembering our first time together.
“Fuck,” I groan when he pulls my dick between my legs and sucks it.
“Gonna come,” I warn him.
“No,” he snaps, racking my body with shivers.
I clasp the comforter and try to hold on, but fuck, I was on the edge in the shower.
My forehead digs into the pillow as his tongue fucks my hole. He slides in a finger and then another as I push back, fucking myself on him.
He yanks me back against his chest and growls in my ear. “I thought I told you—this dick is yours and yours only.” He wraps his hand around my cock and strokes me. “You forgot?”
I whimper and shake my head.
“Liar.” He clasps the back of my neck and shoves me toward the pillow. “I’ll fucking remind you.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
All of the blood in my body rushes to my dick as he thrusts inside and pounds me. My ears blare with grunts, the slap of flesh, and the scrape of the bed hitting the wall.
“Sid,” I rasp.
“Hmm?” He leans forward, squeezes my throat, and fucks me senseless. The pressure in my head builds and builds until theroom starts to spin. I arch my back, gasping for air, and fist the sheets as I teeter on the edge of a mind-bending orgasm.
He drags off my throat and pulls out of me.
