“Are you, though?” He narrowed his eyes on me as he stepped farther into the room. The door stayed open, as though he was offering me an escape route if I needed one. “You’re trying so hard to find a place to call home, Max, that you haven’t stopped to think about what you’re doing.”
I crossed my arms and glared. “What does that mean?”
“You acted irrationally, like how you blackmailed Vane. You’re impatient and can’twaitto see what happens before you make a rash decision.”
“That’s not true!” I snapped, but I didn’t give myself a chance to think about it because if I did, I might decide he was right. I’d been told about my impatience before; it was something Dad liked to lecture me about. “I take opportunities when they arise.”
“Opportunities that could be more beneficial if you wait.” His lip curled in irritation, and I knew that look well—to JP I was an annoying fly that kept buzzing around him. Well, he wouldn’t have to worry about me in his house soon.
“I don’t need a sermon,” I hissed, poking him in the chest. “I’m a full-grown adult.”
“Thenactlike it, and not like someone who needs to be thrown over my knee and spanked.” He grabbed my hand so I couldn’t poke him again and dragged me closer. His breath tickled my cheek, and I gulped air, secretly hoping he’d kiss me, but as the seconds ticked by, nothing happened. We stared at each other, as though waiting for the other person to move first.
“I’m moving in with Vic,” I whispered, gathering what strength I had left. “I’m not going to be anyone’s embarrassment.”
“What does that mean?” he asked, but I shook my head and yanked my wrist out of his hold.
“Thank you for introducing me to Vic.”
His face twisted like he was regretting doing it, but he nodded sharply and waved his hand at the door. I took it as a “get out” gesture and left and headed back to the guest room. As soon as I was inside, I shut the door and slid my back down the wood until my ass touched the floor. I brought my knees up to my chest and stared around the room. I’d made this decision, so why did it hurt so much?
Outside in the hallway, JP was doing something. I didn’t know what, but I could hear banging noises that made me frown. I stayed where I was, not game to move or peek out there. Finally, when the sounds stopped, I forced myself to my feet and sneaked a look. I couldn’t see anything immediately, which probably meant he had done something to the playroom. The courage I had left let me slip out my door and into the room I’d exited earlier, stopping at the sight.
The equipment inside had been rearranged, and I couldn’t help but notice they were now organized by what they were probably for, and size, too. It was almost as though he’d done it formeand my… OCD?
The thought was a reminder that it was JP who’d told me I might have the illness, and I didn’t know when I’d decided he was right. Either way, it didn’t matter right now because he’d changed his playroom around so I wouldn’t overthink the setup. My belly warmed and I chewed on my bottom lip anxiously. I toyed with the idea of going into JP’s room and telling him I had feelings for him and wanted to explore them, but I’d used all the courage I had for tonight, so I closed the door to the playroom and walked back to the guest room.
I sighed as I collapsed on the bed and stared up at the pale ceiling, high with carved trimmings, elegant yet subtle, much like JP. This house suited him perfectly, and I didn’t know why I hadn’t seen it until now. Everything he did, everything he owned, was as sophisticated as he was.
I touched my belly where my shirt had come untucked and tickled my skin there. The fine hairs that led from my bellybutton to my pubic area prickled, and I sighed as a zing of excitement traveled through me. I didn’t know what possessed me, but I unbuckled my belt and slid it out of my pants before unbuttoning and unzipping them and tugging the waistband down my thighs, followed by my underwear. I moved so quickly, fumbling to get the clothing as low as I could before my fingers curled around my cock. My skin was cold and I shivered at the chilliness against the warmth of my heavy erection.
I tugged, my eyes slipping closed as I focused on the feel of my own hand while I imagined it was JP’s instead. In my head I imagined him playing with my balls, fingertips dancing over my clean asshole that he’d just helped me douche like we had before. Then, I’d fuck him this time, all the while asking my Daddy if I was doing it right, as I’d never penetrated another man. He’d sigh out “yes” as I fucked into his tightness.
The fantasy had me moaning and my hand moving faster on my hard flesh. I rocked into my own touch, head thrown back and teeth biting down hard on my lower lip to stop myself from being too loud. I didn’t want JP to hear me… or maybe I did.
The thought sparked a ridiculous idea, but already half dazed with need and lust, I didn’t care if it was a bad one. I moaned as loudly as I could and wouldn’t have been surprised if his neighbors could hear me. With groans, moans, and yells of pleasure, I fucked into my hand until my balls felt like they were going to burst.
I let out a final groan, stripes of cum firing from my slit and splattering across my hand and shirt. Trembling through my release, I clenched my eyes tightly closed as I dreamed of JP above me, smiling and licking my spunk off his hand, which resulted in another shudder. God, the idea of my jizz in his mouth was fucking filthy, but for some reason I didn’t mind the idea of sharing… well, everything, with him.
When I’d finally come down from my high, my body was exhausted, and it took every bit of effort I had to get myself on my feet. I cursed when I saw all the mess I’d made, a lot more than what I usually did. I’d definitely need a shower.
I smiled anyway, because it was worth it.
13
JP
Vane winced as he came through the glass door to our office, then gave me a blinding smile so cheap and fabricated it belonged on a sweatshop assembly line—or maybe in front of a pack of salivating reporters—but he shouldn’t be blasting it toward me. Why was he acting like I needed to bemanaged?
“How’s it going, JP? Thought I’d beat you in here this morning.” He checked his watch and frowned. “It’s only six thirty, which is pretty early, so… what time do you come in these days?”
“Yes, well, there’s always plenty to catch up on after the holidays,” I replied, and tried to sound friendly but couldn’t. I was preoccupied, waiting for Max to walk in, the same way I had been each day for the past three weeks. I didn’t feel right until I was able to assess the situation every morning and make sure he was still fine… with Vic.
Vane let out a concerned grunt and strayed closer to where I was seated in front of the laptop in the center of my desk. I’d started sorting through the emails and priorities for the day, but I hadn’t honestly been paying much attention to them, and probably wouldn’t until I saw Max was doing well, looked rested and fed, and assured myself he had on a clean suit. I’d done all I could the day he’d left, and had even given him my old laptop so he’d have something to do his schoolwork on. I hated that Vic was the one ensuring he was ready for his day now, but so far Max had come in each morning looking put together.
“So, uh, JP….” Vane leaned his hip against my desk as if it was his own, and I struggled not to frown at him.
“Yes, sir?”
