I fold my arms together and watch as he freaks out even morethan I would have about the mess. He folds the top of the tart wrapper and placesit back in the box in the pantry before turning back to me. “There we go. Allbetter.”
I chuckle. “You are too fucking adorable.”
“I’m not going to be the messy lay you end up complaining toeveryone about,” he says.
“Oh, you already are the messy lay. It’s just usually messybecause you’re covered in your own come.”
“I notice you never mind that mess.” He winks as he approachesme and moves in for another kiss.
“Mmm,” I say, “chocolate. Delicious.”
His grin makes me hard again.
So fucking hard.
He reaches down and grabs my girth, stroking up and down like hewants to get me worked up again.
“Oh my God, you’re good to go already?” Jay asks. “I have tosay, you might need to give me one of these magic Cialis pills if this is whatit does to you.”
As much as I’ve never cared to talk about needing help to get itup, the way Jay’s so impressed with my constant hard-on doesn’t just make mefeel like any other man, but a fucking Superman.
“I’ve been with guys who can keep going,” he adds, “but this isjust fucking ridiculous.”
I cup his ass cheeks. “Can I take that as an invitation to enjoythis ass again?”
He pulls away. “Shut up. You’ve already had it three times. Wegotta at least finish this one episode.”
The other night, Jay stumbled upon this series on Netflix,SultryScandals. It’s a crime re-enactment show. All the stories they feature havea sexy twist to them. They’re typically centered around a bunch of people withtoo much money for their own good who start having exciting affairs with themaid, plumber, or pool boy. It all leads up to a murder, so we spend eachepisode trying to figure out who’s going to be offed by whom and why.
Fun as the show is, it wouldn’t be as much fun if I didn’t have Jayhere to joke about it with. And most of the fun is in checking out the hotmodels they hire to re-enact the crimes—models whose bodies they scan up anddown and all around while a boring-ass voiceover gives the show some excuse forexisting.
Between the sex, our daily chats, and our TV time, I like havingJay around. He’s started spending the nights here. He brings his duffle bagwith fresh clothes and a toothbrush so we can maximize the amount of playtimewe get. We’ve only missed two nights together since last week, and both ofthose have been so that I could see my prosthetist and attend my group PTSDsessions. Most of my other appointments are during the day, though. I just takesome time off for them.
I would rather skip my group sessions for more time with Jay,but I know better. I know how bad shit can get if I drop the ball, and it’s notworth it. If anything, that would put me at risk for not being able to enjoythe time I get to spend with him, especially now when I’m more fragile thanusual. When I can feel the uneasiness lingering within me, ready to strike.
I’ve been trying to ignore it and pretend that losing myself inmy greed for Jay’s body can protect me from the pain, but I know better. Still,our time together is so valuable to me. I haven’t been with anyone who knewabout my issues in a long time. I don’t feel as alone as I usually do. He dullsthe pain that I’m so used to experiencing.
We return to the bedroom, kissing, our hands pressing againsteach other’s bodies as we grope and fondle one another.
He fights out of my grasp and grabs the remote from thenightstand. The remote was sitting on the comics section of thenewspaper—something I’ve learned he likes to peruse before he goes to bed. It’scute watching him chuckle while he’s reading them. He gets this whimsicalexpression on his face, and his eyes light up like they do when I’m hitting hisprostate just right…when he’s getting so fucking close to blowing his wad.
“Come on,” Jay says. “We just have to find out who did it inthis one episode and then we can get back to playtime.”
He wears this big-ass smile that is so distant from the scowl healways wore when he first started working at the factory. I like seeing himsmile. Being the reason he’s smiling.
“Unlike you, some of us don’t have a quick refractory period,”he teases as he sits up and presses play. I wrap my arms around him and pullhim back down onto the bed. “Fuck!” he calls out, reminding me of how manytimes he’s cursed when we’ve fucked. He turns to me, and we kiss.
I peel the covers back, exposing his dick, stroking it so thathe gets hard again. “Looks like I’m not the only one with a quick refractoryperiod.”
“You fucking jerk,” he says as he grabs the edge of the toweland slings it over his steadily increasing erection. “No, we have to find outwho did it. Now be quiet.” He shifts his attention to the wall-mounted TVacross from the bed. This’ll be our third attempt at finishing the episode.
I slide under the covers and lie back on my pillows beforeresting my hand on his head, still a little damp from the shower. He lies downbeside me, placing his hand on my abs.
The voiceover continues as the camera pans across the body of ahottie redhead with massive pecs and a serious package that we can see in thejeans he wears.
I just want to say screw the show and get to fucking again. I’mnot always this sex-crazed, but despite how much I’m trying to act like I’mjust horny tonight, I know the real reason why.
The day after tomorrow’s the big day.
