“Jay, I’m not—” I was about to saygoing anywhere,but the words were cut short as he slid a soapy hand around me and swiped his fingers directly between my cheeks.
“Oh—” I gasped, and he let out a low growl.
“Yes,oh,”he hummed, and without any preamble, he slid his entire index finger directly into me.
“Shit…ugh, Jayy…”I whined, thrusting my hips against him, fumbling between us so I could find his cock to play with.
Wrapping two hands around his massive length, I stroked once, and he swore, pumping his soapy finger in and out of my hole.
“Milo…Fuck, baby…”
“I want to suck you,” I announced, sounding as sure about it as I felt, and Jay jerked me closer to him. I gasped as he sank his teeth into the crook of my shoulder.
“Yeah?” he whispered, leaving gentle kisses over the bite mark,
“Yes, Jay. Please? Please, can I? I want you so bad.”
“Baby, you don’t have to beg me for that… but not here. I want you to be comfortable. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
“Okay,” I agreed, and even though I couldn’t see it, I knew he was smiling.
After rinsing and drying Milo off, I helped him out of the ensuite and sat him on the edge of the bed.
I fiddled with his glasses, as I stood naked before him, and he stared up at me with those pretty eyes.
“Can I have my glasses back?” he asked gently, and I bit my lip.
He hadn’t seemed to balk at all when he’d traced his fingers over my scars, but I hadn’t been lying before when I said I didn’t trust him anymore.
What if he saw what they’d done to me, and he got scared and ran away again?
I wouldn’t survive it.
I couldn’t be alone anymore. I would rather die.
“Jay?” he asked.
I cleared my throat and forced myself to hand them to him. He took them with a grateful smile, and I held my breath as he slid them up his nose and onto his face.
I tensed, as he focused through the lenses, waiting for him to beg for me to erase his memoriesagain… but he didn’t.
His expression just softened, and though his gaze dropped briefly to the scar on my chest, it didn’t linger.
“Come over here,” he murmured, holding a hand out to me.
I grunted out a short huff of relief before sliding my fingers into his and marveling again at how quickly his touch quieted the constant onslaught of gunfire that plagued my mind.
“I’m going to suck you now, Jay Reynolds,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaving gentle kisses on my sternum. “How do you want me?” he asked, leaning back and looking up at me with a surprisingly mischievous smirk on his face.
Trying not to outwardly wince at the use of my old name, I reached over to snatch up one of the massive pillows. Taking a small step back, I dropped it on the floor in front of me and gestured for him to slide down into position.
He eagerly dropped to his knees before the bed, sitting back on his heels so my now achingly hard cock was bobbing inches from his face.
Disjointed memories of me fucking him on almost every surface of our cubes shattered across my mind, and the sudden urge I had to ram my cock so hard down his throat startled me.
I didn’t want to hurt him…
Did I?
