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My dick jerks in his hand, flexing and more pre-cum leaks from my tip. “Fuck me, that’s so damn hot,” he says with no hint of anything other than pure desire. He fixes his mouth around my head and sucks hard, hollowing out his cheeks. I groan, fisting my comforter, my back arching as I fight thrusting upward.
He takes more of me in his mouth and sucks. For never being with a man, he’s awfully good with it, but he has good instincts, so it doesn’t surprise me. Pleasure is pleasure, no matter what gender your partner is.
If anyone understands that, it’s Tatum.
When I hit the back of his throat, it takes everything in me to, first of all, not come, but also not to move a muscle. I want him to control every part of this. He gags slightly but recovers quickly and then goes to town on me. He takes me in and out of his mouth, my hand moving down to my balls, rolling them the way I like as I pant with need.
I can’t take it for very long, my hands going into his hair as he takes me into his mouth, but then I notice one of his hands sliding up my thigh to my balls, replicating what I did to myself only moments ago.
Him paying that close attention to my body is what flings me over the edge. I go rigid, my cock stiff in his throat as I let my release go, shooting into his mouth. He gags but swallows at the same time, and I feel like I’ll be coming forever. He never lets up as he licks me clean.
Some of the cum dribbles down his chin, but he looks blissed-out as he climbs up my body and kisses me hard.
I wrap my arms around him and hold him close as I kiss him the best I can with all my limbs turning into jelly now.
And when he collapses next to me on the bed, a goofy, satisfied grin on his handsome face, I’m more content than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
I think he does love me.
EIGHTEEN
“Well, this is domestic as fuck,” I have to tease Kellan because he burned the potatoes. Phillip gave him one job for Thanksgiving, and he burned the potatoes.
“Fuck off,” my best friend grumbles at me as he waves a towel around—I guess to try to clear out the smoke. Thankfully, there’s no fire, despite the smoke alarm going off.
Phillip races in and looks at the now crispy potatoes and then back at his man. “Did you forget to add water?”
“No,” Kellan says all huffy. “I just... maybe didn’t add enough.”
Phillip looks like he’s trying not to laugh, and I barely manage to hold my own laughter back—that’s only because Remy walks in just in time to cover my mouth with his hand.
“I think some sports ball game is on the TV. Maybe you guys should go watch it?”
“Seriously? I’m getting kicked out?” I ask, pulling his hand off my mouth and lacing my fingers with his. “I didn’t burn anything.”
He squeezes my hand and shakes his head, but his smile is a mile wide before he swats me on the butt. “Go. I will not have aThanksgiving without mashed potatoes, and sadly, I’m not sure that’ll happen with Kellan in the kitchen.”
Kellan opens his mouth to argue but then stops. “Fair.”
Phillip laughs and smacks a kiss on Kellan’s mouth before they both shoo us out of the kitchen.
“Does it ever bother you that we’re practically dating the same men?”
“Nope,” I say with a little skip. “Makes sense because we’re pretty much the same person.”
He chuckles, and we both take a seat with Cason and Raegan on the couch. Braylen is running around the house, saying he’s hungry. And I’m not sure where Kieran is—but I’m sure wherever it is, it includes a book.
I can’t help but notice how happy Raegan seems these days. I know she’s been talking to her counselor off the school grounds, and it’s been a huge change for her. Hopefully, she’s starting to get that she wasn’t to blame.
Just like Remy is starting to understand the same thing. He says he wasn’t ready then... and I think him telling me that brought a whole new perspective to Raegan. She wasn’t ready to deal with it then, and now that she is, the healing has begun.
It’s kind of really fucking beautiful to witness. Someone overcoming something so grim.
Soon though—way sooner than I expected—I’m joined by Remy who flops down next to me with his arms folded.
“You okay?” I ask.
“He kicked me out,” he says, his face in an adorable little scowl.
