“Yeah, I just don’t like him saying shit about my friends.”
“Ignore him, the guy’s a prick,” Tyler says, reaching for more carrot sticks and hummus as though they’re chips. “Your friend really wears dresses though?”
“Uh… yeah, he likes dressing up I guess, especially when he goes out with his boyfriend,” I say nervously. “Looks like they’re on a night out at the moment.”
“Fair enough,” Tyler says, not taking his eyes off the screen. “I think it would be too breezy for me.”
Jordan and I both crack up at his comment. “I’ve never really thought about it,” I say, still chuckling.
“Someone has been though,” Jordan laughs, throwing a carrot stick at Tyler.
“Fuck off,” Tyler says. “I watched Braveheart the other night, they all wear kilts and I remember thinking it would be too breezy.”
“Yeah…” Jordan says, “easy access though!” They fist bump while I focus on the game.
“You’re both stupid,” I chuckle, grateful at least that the conversation has moved away from Jamie, and that fucking dick, Joel.
Later that night, after everyone has left and I’m lying in bed, I bring up Jamie’s social media again. Finding the post and zooming in to find Donovan in every shot. He’s happy, smiling, surrounded by his friends, clearly having fun. I finally understand the whole FOMO thing people are always talking about… fear of missing out… only I fear I’ve already missed out. I wish I could have been there with them, meeting Beth and his brother, getting introduced to the club.
I open my photos app, it’s still full of pictures of Donovan, some taken with his permission, others taken while he was asleep, his face too beautiful not to capture. It’s funny, Max and I have talked loads about how much he loves it when Jamie wears dresses, and even lingerie at times. I never really got it, but now, I’d be lying if I said the thought of seeing Donovan in some lacy lingerie didn’t turn me the fuck on.
I remember the heated look in his eyes when I told him how pretty he looked on his knees for me, his thick lashes would definitely make any girl I know jealous. Fuck, just the thought of him on his knees is making me hard, and imagining him in lingerie really isn’t helping. Reaching into my drawer I get some lube; jerking off to him has practically become my nightly ritual.
It’s as though I can still feel his hand pulling my hair as I enter him, the way his body grips my cock, making me never want to leave. The moans and whimpers that escape as I fill him, stretching him, teaching him to take all of me.The thought of my name on his lips brings me closer to my orgasm, but it’s the image of him beneath me, covered in our cum that sends me over the edge.
“Fuck, baby,” I whisper to the empty room. “I miss you.”
Bonus Scene
This scene does not need to be read to enjoy Stephen & Donovan’s story, so you can move forward to the next chapter. But if you want to know what happens when a couple of the bikers get invited into Jamie & Max’s room, read on for some MMM x Voyeur spice…
Jamie
“Here’syourroom;there’scomplimentary lube and condoms in the bedside table,” Diablo says with a wink.
“Ooh, better than a hotel,” I say, nudging Max, who chuckles as he pushes me towards the room.
Donovan groans from the other end of the hall. “Night everyone.”
I go to shout goodnight, but Max closes the door and presses me up against the wall, kissing me intensely.
“You were a flirty little thing tonight, weren’t you,” he moans.
“Sorry, daddy.”
He chuckles, “It’s okay, you know I love to see other men paying you attention.”
We have an amazing sex life, and our relationship is incredible; but my libido is much higher than his, so we’ve hadto find other ways to keep the balance. But when other men flirt with me, it often gets him in the mood.
“Does this mean that you want to do stuff tonight?” I ask.
“Go and get ready, beautiful,” he whispers.
I grin and race towards the bathroom, if I’m getting prepped, that means one thing… We’re all about blow jobs usually, I love giving head, and he loves seeing me get off so loves to reciprocate, but he’s not always up for anal. And that’s okay, we’ve found what works for us. The way we’re intimate together, he makes me feel more than anyone else I’ve ever been with; I wouldn’t trade our connection for anything. But sometimes, he is in the mood, and… well, anal with him, blows my mind.
Who knew all it would take was flirting with some bikers…
I prep and shower, also taking the time to moisturize and put on some of my favorite lingerie—a mesh underbust corset with some lace panties, and edible glitter on my nipples. Max likes it when I look pretty for him. I finish the look with some thigh-high suspenders and slinky heels, that I’m very grateful I packed.
