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I knifed up and attacked his neck with my mouth. I nibbled and sucked until I felt him begin to lose control again. My fingers were so close to his tight hole but I wasn’t sure if I should touch him there. I wanted to see him explode with his orgasm. I wanted him to fly so high that he would be shaking for the rest of the day.
“Ky,” Chris panted out and I decided to say fuck it and go for it.
My hand slid closer to his crease and my finger lightly pressed down on his sensitive hole.
“Oh, shit!” he called out as his wide-eyed gaze snapped to mine. I took it as a good sign and so I decided to take it further. I added light pressure and wiggled my finger back and forth.
The look in his eyes. The sound of his needy pants. The low, sexy moans that escaped him. All if it had my balls drawing up as that familiar tingle worked its way up from the base of my spine. I was close and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
“Come for me, Chris,” I commanded as I pushed my finger just past his tight ring.
His body shook as he called out incoherent words. He gripped us tighter and with a few more tugs he was shooting out his release, coming all over my stomach and splattering all the way up my chest. With a roar, I came hard, my cum mixing with his and covering both of us, and Chris milked every last drop.
I collapsed back onto the bed. His hand released its hold on our cocks and his body fell forward. I didn’t care that he was currently lying in our release and causing it to spread further on our bodies. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight, until both of our bodies stopped shaking and I could feel the bed below me again.
“I think we need to move up to my room. I’m pretty sure I can handle the stairs now,” he said as he rolled off of me and out of the bed.
“You sure?” I asked and I was asking more about him wanting me to move up there with him than if he thought he could handle the stairs on a daily basis.
“Yeah,” he replied, bending over and grabbing one of our discarded shirts and wiping his chest and stomach clean. He put a knee on the bed and handed the shirt to me when he was done. Then he softly kissed my lips. “We can turn this into the baby’s room. Unless…you think it’s too big of a step right now.”
“No,” I said then cleared my throat. “I’d like that, really, I just…don’t want to rush this. I mean—fuck—I don’t know what I mean.”
“Does it feel right?” he asked like it was that simple.
Maybe it was and I was too in my head.
“Yeah,” I answered with a nod.
“I like going to bed with you,” he said, not hesitating to pull out all the stops to make me understand that I wasn’t alone in these feelings. “I like waking you up, too,” he added with a wink.
I shook my head as a chuckle rumbled my chest.
“I like that part, too.”
“I could tell,” he said with that sexy fucking smirk of his. “Let’s shower then I’ll make breakfast. I’m suddenly really hungry.”
So then we showered, together, and it wasn’t our first time. Then we made our way out to the main area to find Ingram and Chry already up and ready for the day. Well, Ingram was. Chry looked like he was on his first nap of the morning.
Chris made breakfast burritos, letting Ingram choose the ingredients. I wasn’t surprised when she handed Chris an avocado. It seemed that she had found a love for them. Then we all sat down at the table to eat.
“Okay, so I need to talk to you guys about something,” Ingram said right as we all finished eating and my stomach dropped. The burrito now feeling like lead in my gut.
“What is it, Ingram?” Chris asked calmly. “You can talk to us about anything.”
“Well, almost anything,” I grunted out and though I didn’t mean it as a joke, Ingram let out a short laugh. There were some things that I just couldn’t take hearing about as her brother and all. “But really, what’s going on? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” she said waving me off. “Having a baby is a lot and I really appreciate everything both of you have done for me, but I sort of feel at a loss here. I know that probably doesn’t make any sense.”
Her gaze dropped to the table and I could tell that she was playing with her fingers nervously in her lap.
“Ingram,” I said, making a point to get her attention and then look into her eyes. “Tell us what’s going on. What do you need?”
“I found this place,” she said. “Well, really Mouse found it and showed it to me. But it’s this farm where they kind of take in people like me. They have therapists to talk to and all kinds of group things. You live there, I saw the rooms on the computer and they look nice. They also help you…well, learn how to be normal, sort of. I’m not explaining it right.”
“I think I understand,” Chris said and I ground my teeth together to keep myself from opening my mouth.
I didn’t like this idea. I didn’t like that it was a fucking farm, for one, a place that was probably very similar to the one that she’d run from. I couldn’t see how that would help her in any way.
