But he’s not lying. I can tell.
“Are you sure?”
He pauses, eyes creeping open. “Yea… why?”
Ignoring him, I stuff two fingers in, and swirl them around. He whines a garbled sound.
“You didn’t use the bathroom, or push it out?” I continue to grill him, gently of course, because I honestly don’t believe he’s being deceptive.What would be the motive?
Soren squirms like he’s embarrassed, but mumbles, “I only, um… took a piss real quick. I was going to shower, but I didn’t get a chance to…”
I’mbewilderedright now.
There’s no cum in him. He’s not wet at all, save for some residual lube leftovers. But otherwise…nada.
Definitely not the full load to be expected from someone like Jonathan filling this ass up.
I’m reaching deep, stuffing my fingers in as far as they’ll go while Soren is gradually rocking back against my hand, greedy for the sensation. But I can’t even concentrate on that. I’m just searching desperately…
Why would he say that Jonathan came in him if he didn’t?
They were definitely fucking. He’s worn out for sure—thatI can feel—and Kent was up there waiting on them for a while.
“Did he make you come?” I probe while probing him.
“Yes,” he answers, breathy. “I was wearing a cock ring, but he took it off and told me to come. And then he c-came right after.”He’s clearly enjoying the sensitivity from my fingering, though anxiously he asks, “Why…? What’s wrong?”
I’m barely listening. Too busyreeling…
Did Jonathan… fake it?
Why would he do that??
It doesn’t seem like something he would doat all. He’s been having casual sex on this island for years. There would be no conceivable reason for him to fake orgasms. He sleeps with Soren on a semi-regular basis, and not that I’m involved in the details, but from what I understand, they both enjoy themselves.
So why, this time, would he fake it?
My stomach rolls.
Unless… Maybe he couldn’t come with Soren because he was thinking about someone else.
“Nothing is wrong, sweet Sin,” I finally answer Soren, gruffly, clearing my throat.
Unbuckling my belt, I open my pants and take my dick out. I grab some lube from the table drawer, squeezing it onto my cock, stroking to get it nice and wet.
“Would you like another hot load, sweetheart?”
Soren mewls. “Yes, please…”
Grabbing his hips, I pull him down until he’s seated on my cock, his head dropping back, a ragged cry leaving his lips. I grab a fitful of his shirt and use it to hold him steady.
“Bounce on it, Sinner,” I rasp, my head spinning. “Wrap that hole around another thick cock.”
“Uhhfuck… so…good,” he gasps, gripping my thighs to work his hips on me.
Sweating, I’m burning through my dress shirt, chest heaving while my balls thrum with the poignant pleasure of being in this hole…
I’m inside… where he… just was…
