Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
“Please just go, Sheila.”
“Okay, but we will need to get together for dinner to have a conversation about dealing with everything else. You left behind so many things. I’ll at least need to give you a box, maybe several.”
Could she not understand why I left in such a hurry? How angry I was, how hurt?
“Okay,” was all I could force out, feeling as defeated by such a short conversation as I had by the entirety of our relationship.
I led her back to the door, offering as friendly a parting as I could manage as she kept on that sad expression, and as soon as I shut the door, I collapsed against it.
Fuck me.
I downed the rest of the Maker’s in my glass before pouring myself another round. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the warm rush as it granted me the faintest relief from Sheila’s visit and the reminders of the pain, lies, and manipulations. Our relationship had been little more than accusations, shame, and humiliation.
And I’d still be married to her until January. But as long as she was out of my life, that was all that mattered.
I turned and caught my reflection in the microwave, mounted beneath the cabinet on the other side of the kitchen.
I wasn’t that fun-loving kid who’d first gotten together with Sheila. I was a shell of a man. Still empty on the inside, struggling to find that spark that had blown out long ago.
“We’re starting a new life,” I told my reflection, raising my glass to it, hoping to renew that zest I’d been feeling on my way home. Hoping that one day I could find a way to forget all those shattered pieces of myself I’d left behind.
4
Kyle
Ben moaned as I tugged on his hair, pulling tight so he’d feel it. Just the way he liked it.
“You can fuck me harder than that,” he snapped, like the good, needy power-bottom he was.
His face was buried in the couch as he served his ass up to me while I had one foot on the floor and the other on the adjacent cushion.
I pounded even faster, watching my cock moving in and out of his hole, a little lube slipping out and sliding around my shaft. As much as he’d begged me to get inside him tonight, I needed a nice good tuck too. Hadn’t even realized it until I was drilling away at that familiar, tight hole that opened right up for me as it always had.
He leaned back, and I released his hair and hooked my arm around his slim body, fitting it near mine as he turned and glanced over his shoulder, looking at me, all need and hunger in his eyes.
“Don’t you fucking try to sneak a kiss,” I said, since I’d been clear I wasn’t interested in kissing if we did mess around. The fact that there were any ifs beforehand was such a fucking joke. I’d had my cock in him on just about every surface in his parents’ living room (not to mention the kitchen island) since we’d gotten started.
“Come on, Kylie,” he said, his voice a low whisper, like he was trying to be extra adorable. Considering how he’d been crying when I first arrived, I was more susceptible to caving to his desires to cheer him up. “Come on,” he said again as I continued giving him my dick. “Just sneak me a little one. It’ll make me shoot. It’ll make me feel better.”
Fucking dammit.
His face was still a little red from the tears he’d shed. It was the sort of look I couldn’t deny, so I leaned forward, moving slowly, because if he wanted a kiss from me, he’d expect a little torture to get it.
He moved toward me to take what was his, but I pulled away. “Uh-uh. You know how this goes. You wait, like a good boy. Are you my good boy?” I reached my other arm around him and rested my hand against his neck. Just holding it in the way I knew he liked. We’d gotten real familiar with each other’s bodies since we’d started hanging out in middle school.
As he settled, a sliver of a smile sneaking across his face, I moved closer just to torment him once again, until my top lip grazed his bottom lip. I slid the hand I had against his torso down to his shaft while sweeping my tongue across his lip. It didn’t take more than a pump to get him moaning.
I chuckled as I felt warm cum shooting across the edge of my forefinger and thumb. “Give it all to me, Ben.”
As he sealed his eyes shut and convulsed in my hold, I took a peek over his shoulder, watching as he sprayed the last bit of his load across the sofa cushions.