Page 84 of Loving the Legend
“Noooo,” I protest.
“Oh, that reminds me. I stopped to pick up fiber supplements on the way here.”
“You’re gonna spoil me.”
“Duh,” he replies. “I’m hungry. Can we order grub?”
“I cooked.”
“Word?” He changes directions, navigating us toward the kitchen.
“Hey.” He stares into my eyes. “When that actor calls, tell him to fuck off. Better yet, pass me the phone, and I’ll tell him.”
“What act—oh, Will? Wait, I wanted to leave the party with you. I was only going to fuck him to get you out of my system.” It sounds corny now that I’ve said it out loud.
He halts and pins me against the hallway wall for leverage.
“I’m honored to have been your first with a man. I know you can be with anyone you want, but the thought of him touching you makes me...” His eyes narrow, his jaw ticks, and oh my god, there’s something wrong with me. I’m rock hard. Possessive Sid turns me the fuck on. I rut my cock against his stomach.
“I have a secret,” I whisper into his ear. “When I woke up hard yesterday, I was dreaming about you. I fucked myself with a dildo, wishing you were inside of me. When I’m alone in my hotel room on the road, I imagine myself down on my knees, taking you down my throat. And when I stroke myself—” His eyes darken as he squeezes my ass, grinding me against him. “I imagine my dick sinking into you. When I come all over my chest, it’s your name that I gasp into the pillow.”
“Damn.” He balances me with one hand and adjusts his erection. “I was right about you.”
I send him a questioning look.
“I knew you had a filthy side. I can tell our sexting is gonna be off the chains.”
I scoff. “You knew I have a filthy side? How?”
“You play ball like you’re incredible at fucking. So sexy.”
I suck my teeth.That’s not a thing.
“And the way you eye fucked the shit out of me on Christmas...it was feral.”
I burst out laughing. “Did you have to wear the onesie all day?”
He grins. “I regret nothing.”
“C’mon, let’s feed you so I can eat too,” I say.
“You didn’t eat yet?” he asks as he adjusts himself again.
“I’m not hungry for food, sexy man.”
“Ah, you want my cum.” He licks over my hickey and steers us to the kitchen. “We’re meditating before bed by the way,” he says.
“Yeah…had a feeling that was coming.”
Beingwith Sid for the last two days has been pure bliss. I can’t believe it’s already our last night together. We fell into a rhythm of cooking together, reading, exercising, and long drives along the Pacific Coast Highway. We woke up early yesterday and drove to an ultra-secluded spot on the beach to watch the sunrise. And, of course, there’s been lots of delicious sex. We’re insatiable for each other. We carry lube and condoms with us everywhere. A set of bench presses in my gym turned into me riding Sid reverse cowboy position.
Sid loves Southern California and said that he could see himself living here. It’s too compelling of an idea.
I’m lying in his arms on my living room couch savoring the last few hours together. We’re both quiet, listening to the crackle of cherry wood in the fireplace.
“I think I’m ready to talk about my first boyfriend and best friend growing up,” he says, breaking the quiet.
My heartbeat kicks up knowing the story ends in tragedy.
