Brad
One hand grips the wheel like I’m trying to crush it, leather straining under my frustration.
I’m not proud of what I did tonight but I can’t act surprised either. The moment I saw his face, I didn’t stand a chance.
I was so fuckingweakfor him.
All that restraint. The tough guy act I clearly had plastered on, came crumbling down so effortlessly at the first sign of actually losing him. I was overcome with jealousy tonight which had me reacting…exactlyhow I was truly feeling. Consequences be damned.
That’s how it is with Noah. How it has been since that weekend. He breaks down every wall I’ve ever built and I can’t help but let him. I basically beg him to.
I take a deep breath around the fabric that I have pressed against my face. His boxers are exactly how I imagined them. The scent of him filling my nose, making my cock leak in my pants. I can’t get enough. Knowing they were wrapped around his glorious dick.
I press the boxers against my groin, attempting to stifle how badly I want to come. It’s overwhelming how ready I am to explode.
But I have to keep driving. I can’t be any later than I am right now. As much as I wish I could handle this in the shower, I don’t think I can make it that far.
Turning into the driveway, I quickly turn off the headlights and pull over to the side, closest to the trees. I’m hidden over here from the house and any neighbors which is perfect becausefuck, no one would want to see this.
I turn off the car and stuff my face again with his boxers.
My mind flashes back to what just happened moments before, and before I can stop it, I’ve pulled out my cock and exploded all over the already damp material. His mess mixes in with mine and watching the combination sets me off even more, blinding me in pure bliss.
Noah.
My Noah.
I mentally repeat it over and over again until my body stops trembling.
The boxers are truly a mess now. I should feel regretful, I really should. But instead, I wish I could keep these forever.
After quietly stepping into the house, I beeline it into the laundry room, making sure to strip off my clothes, along with the boxers. Thankfully, there’s already some clothes in here so I can blame it on needing some for work tomorrow.
I throw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, I find in the folded laundry basket and make my way upstairs.
A soft glow comes from below our bedroom door telling me that Veronica’s still up. I check the time on my watch. Eleven o’clock. I’ve been gone for well over an hour and I somehow have to explain to Veronica why I was out for so long.What do I even say?
“Hey,” I say, opening the door. I see Veronica on the bed, in her little nightgown, a messy bun sitting on top of her head with some stringy pieces hanging down. Sitting up on the bed, she flicks off her phone, resting it down on her lap.
“Hey, you’re finally home.” She yawns, scooching her butt so she can lay down.
I smile, hoping my charm can cover the shame that I feel. Nerves fill me as I step closer, taking off my shirt and sitting beside her.
She hums, cuddling in close, laying her head on my lap and running her hand up and down my abs.
“Yeah…I uh, went to find Noah.” Deciding to go with the truth. Just enough of it, anyway.
“Oh really? You two didn’t fight, did you?” She looks up at me, her eyebrows pinched.
“No.” I laugh nervously, shaking my head. “He’s working as a bartender, earning some extra money.” I explain.
“Huh.” Veronica’s eyebrows raise. I worry I told her too much. I don’t want her to go in or anything to see him. But, before that worry comes forward, she stifles it by saying, “maybe he can start pitching in for things around here.”
I can’t help but frown. “Why would we make him do that? I make more than enough to support all of us.”
She shrugs. “Teach him more about responsibility or whatever.” Her eyes light up. “Or maybe, we can save his share and go on a trip. Just you and I.” She smiles while anger grows inside of me.
“No. That sounds awful. Noah’s not paying for anything.” I slink away from her.
