Page 7 of Sinister
I sighed and dropped my pencil onto my desk, reaching up to rub at my eyes. I was so tired, my eyes were burning. But I had to get this stupid assignment done before Monday, since that was when it was due.
Homework was a fucking abomination. And the professors who assigned it were cruel.
Burne’s hands suddenly settled over my shoulders, rubbing at my tense muscles, and I sighed, slouching forward in my chair, my eyes closing. I hadn’t heard him walk into my room, but that wasn’t surprising. He always moved quietly.
I groaned when his fingers dug into my tense shoulders. His touch never failed to ease some of my anxiety and comfort me. It had always been like this between us, just as he had always been able to sense when I was overwhelmed or thinking too much.
“I think it’s time you talked to me,” Burne murmured, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my throat before skimming his nose up the side. I sighed, tilting my head so he had easier access. A pleased rumble sounded from his chest before he slid his palms down my skin until his hands were flat over my pecks. He teasingly plucked at my nipples, making me moan. “Talk to me, Leo.”
I nervously chewed on my bottom lip, my gaze falling on the picture of us from over the summer sitting in a silver frame on the corner of my desk. I was smiling, my face turned into the curve of Burne’s neck, the waves crashing onto the beach behind us. It had been a cloudy, stormy day, but we hadn’t cared. We decided to brave the beach anyway.
I couldn’t lose that happiness. I couldn’t lose him.
“Promise me that you’ll never walk away from me?” I asked, my voice sounding strangled to my own ears.
Burne suddenly spun my chair around and crouched between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs, his eyes narrowed on mine. I swallowed thickly, itching to pick at my nails, though I kept my hands firmly on the armrests. Burne had smacked my hands over and over until I stopped the bad habit.
“There’s not a single fucking thing in this world that will make me walk away from you, Leo,” he rumbled, gently squeezing my thighs to punctuate his words as he stared up at me. “I need you to talk to me so we can work through whatever is going through your head.”
I drew in a deep breath, tightening my grip on the armrests. “I want more with Josh,” I whispered, forcing myself to hold his gaze when every part of me was screaming to look away so I wouldn’t have to see the disgust and rejection on his face.
“That’s it?” Burne finally asked in confusion. I frowned at him, cocking my head to the side the slightest bit, not following. He chuckled and closed his eyes, hanging his head a little as he shook it. Finally, he looked back up at me, his dark eyes glimmering with heat and amusement. My breath caught in my throat. “That’s all it was, baby?”
I nodded, chewing nervously on my bottom lip. He groaned and reached up, pulling it from between my lips. He then cupped my jaw and brushed his thumb over my cheek, scraping the pad against my stubble. “Then we’ll bring him in,” he told me like it was the simplest thing in the world.
“I don’t think you understand,” I said quietly, my heart racing in my chest.
“As our third,” he added. He arched an eyebrow at me. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want him to be our third? We’ll be the only men he’s with, and in turn, we’ll only be with each other and him?”
I swallowed thickly, nodding my head again. “Yeah,” I rasped.
“Then we’ll bring him in,” he repeated. Then, he gripped my hips and lifted me from the chair. I quickly linked my ankles behind his back, letting him carry me to our bedroom. “Now, I think you need a distraction. After, I’ll help you finish that assignment.”
I groaned and sucked at his lobe before trailing kisses down his neck, making him hiss a breath through his teeth. “You’re too fucking good to me.”
“You are the most precious thing in my life,” Burne growled, laying me back on our mattress. I was already shirtless, so all he had to do was tug my gym shorts down my legs. I shivered when the air conditioning swept over my naked cock.
“So pretty,” Burne rumbled. I shivered again at his heated, lustful words. “Always my pretty boy.”
Fuck. I loved it when he said that to me. I couldn’t fucking get enough of it.
“Burne,” I moaned, arching my back when he trailed the tips of his fingers along my length, a groan rumbling from his chest when I leaked precum onto my belly. “Please,” I begged.
He lubed up his fingers and slid them between my cheeks, checking to see how stretched I was. Thankfully, I was still loose from this morning, and he hissed, his pupils blown when his eyes met mine. “God, I fucking love how ready you always are,” he growled.
“Stop teasing me,” I bit out.
He wickedly grinned before gripping his cock and easily bottoming out inside of me. I cried out, my hands sliding into my hair, gripping my strands as I tightened around his cock. His face twisted into the most beautiful snarl I’d ever seen in my life before he bent over me, kissing me hungrily as he began to pump his hips, fucking me into the mattress.
I whimpered, clawing at his back. My breath sawed in and out of my lungs, my vision going hazy every time Burne’s cock punched along my prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure to my brain.
“I’m going to come,” I tried warning him, my words sounding breathless and weak. I was so fucking wrecked.
“Come,” Burne growled, gripping my dick and stroking. I choked, my eyes rolling back in my head as I spurted over his hand. Leaning up, Burne wrapped his hand around my neck and punched his hips three more times before emptying inside of me.
“Fuck,” I wheezed when he released me and rolled to the side. Immediately, he pulled me into his arms, not caring about the jizz covering my belly and his hand. And honestly, I didn’t care either. I just wanted to feel him wrapped around me, and when I snuggled closer, he took the hint, throwing a leg over me and resting his chin on the top of my head.
I was a stage-five clinger, but thankfully, Burne loved that about me.
