If anyone else said that, I’d be offended, but coming from him, it’s simply a fact.
It doesn’t take long for us to work up a sweat. The bed would’ve crashed through the wall by now. Jamal thrusts and circles his hips, nailing my prostate over and over. It’s possible I’ll black out from pleasure.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, and my body hums with anticipation.
My orgasm has been building but out of reach. He balances on one hand next to my head, then grabs my neck with the other.
“You’re going to hold your breath when I tell you, and you can’t breathe again until I give you permission. Will you do that for me?” Our faces are so close that our noses brush.
I whimper a muffled sound because it’s all his hand will allow.
“You are such a good boy.” His hand flexes but doesn’t squeeze. He plunges into me, and the rug under us moves an inch. “Now hold your breath.”
I obey and immediately float as if Jamal has hacked a code to ignite my every cell into a state of rapture.
“Come all over us,” he groans, dropping his weight, and trapping my cock and hand between our bodies. “Let me swallow your sounds.”
Jamal presses his mouth to mine and says, “Breathe.”
I explode, shaking and crying out, and convulse with stimulation overload.
“My good boy.” Jamal takes his hand off my throat and wipes my sweaty hair off my head. He pumps deep two more times before unloading inside me.
Warmth fills me, and my cock twitches, but it’s been milked dry. Jamal collapses on me, and we lie on the floor, panting.
Jamal has stolen the heart I didn’t know I had. He gives me hope for things I thought impossible. It’s hard to push away the fear that this will end as fast as it began.
Chapter 35
Jamal King
I turn over to touch Theo’s face, and he lets out a satisfied hum. His words from last night haunt me. Right before we fell asleep, he asked me if he was broken, but he’s so peaceful now, his eyelashes barely visible on his cheeks. All his hard edges and square jaw are softened.
When I said no, I don’t think he believed me. That’s a conversation that needs to go deeper when we’re not stressed out and sex drunk.
Last night, it was so hard not to tell him that I love him. One minute, he’s a clingy koala and the next, a cornered wild animal. He’s not ready to hear the words yet, which shatters me. He hasn’t figured out he’s worth loving. Worth everything.
I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold the words back. I’ll have to convince him they’re true.
Our phones go off on the side table, but I’m plastered against the wall. They wake Theo.
“Hey, how did you get on that side?” he asks as he blindly reaches for our phones.
“No clue,” I lie. Last night, Theo kept nudging closer until I almost fell out of bed. I crawled over him, and the process started over on the other side. I’ve never been physically affectionate, but I like making Theo happy, and he likes sleeping wrapped around me. It’s a small thing to give him in comparison to the security he’s given me.
Theo taught me I can be myself and it’s enough, being perfect or a role model isn’t a requirement to have love.
My ringtone is for Finn. Theo finally gets both our phones. He shows me his screen. Finn has texted a couple of times.
“You’re up early,” I grumble at him.
“No rest for the wicked,” Finn sings at me, and I hold the phone away from my ear.
“You’re on speaker.” I let the phone fall onto the bed.
“Is your stud muffin with you?”
“Finn, we talked about this, no flirting with me in front of my boyfriend,” Theo replies, like he’s wide awake and this is a normal conversation.
