I realize I don’twantto leave. Not even when I know that the price I pay for staying is belonging to Carter. Because let’s be honest—I’ve always belonged to Carter,notSusa. Carter lets Susa play with me, but he’s in control of both of us.
Didn’t say I minded.
I’m just still trying to figure it all out.
Does this make me gay? Bi? Not that it matters, I suppose. I’m not going to be dating anyone anytime soon.
I’m not going to be dating,period. It doesn’t even surprise me to realize I don’t mind that, either. Not like I’m lacking for love and affection now. From that first day in the dorm, Carter basically adopted me. Adding Susa made what we have perfect.
Weren’t we already a family even before this development? Other than the time Susa went to Tallahassee for my birthday weekend, or the evening Carter and I went to Mom’s for dinner, Iliterallycannot remember the last time we weren’t together for at least part of the day.
Dinners together.
Studying together.
Time off together.
We’re blessed by the scholarships Carter and I have, and Susa’s blessed by her trust fund. Otherwise, we’d all be scrabbling to find time to sleep, much less curl up on the couch together to watch TV, because we’d all be working one or two jobs to pay our bills.
With Carter’s body stretched out over mine again I try to breathe, to relax. It’s difficult with my cock screaming for attention, though.
Carter starts kissing his way down my jaw, my throat, pauses to nip and suck my nipples. I had no clue before all this how sensitive they were.
It’s obvious where his eventual destination is, and he takes his time to tease me even more. His warm breath washes over the tip of my cock, but he doesn’t lick or kiss it yet.
“Watch me, Owen,” he says. “Eyes open.”
I grab a pillow and pull it under my head so I can do just that.
He works down my cock to the root, justbreathingon it.Fuck, I’m so damn hard it’s literally painful.
Back up, his lips so close to the tip of my cock.
“Ask me,” he whispers, breath once again blowing over the head of my cock. “I know you want it.”
“Please, Sir,” I beg. I’m pretty good at begging now.
He smiles. “Please, what?”
“Please suck my cock, Sir.”
“Ahh, good boy.” He presses a tender kiss to the head and his lips feel scorchingly hot against my tender flesh. “For tonight, it’s Owen and Carter.” He slowly licks up the frenulum, making me moan. A sexy smile curves his lips. “But I still want to hear you beg me for it.”
I…beg.
Shamelessly, repetitively—loudly.
Desperately.
I beg and moan, and as he gives me literallythebest blow job of my life—not that I’d had many to compare it to before now—I realize there are plenty of up-sides to this arrangement.
Point the first—Carter’s oral skills. He’s damn sure better than Susa, who I thought was amazing, but I expect he has plans to improve her talents there.
He pulls noises out of me I didn’t even know I could make as he slowly teases me. Even when I reach down and grab his head and start trying to fuck his mouth, he resists my efforts to rush.
I’m so horny I’m nearly in tears. “Please make me come,” I beg. “I’ll do anything.”
Thatsmile.
