I slide my tongue along the ridge of Jack's shoulder, collecting the delicious load that's pooled there. Then I squash Jack's cheeks and spit it onto his face.
"You like that, you nasty little cumslut?" I ask.
"Fuck, yeah," Jack replies, scooping the cum off his cheeks and feeding it to himself, licking his fingers clean until it's all gone.
I kiss him on the mouth one last time, relishing the heavy scent of man juice and saliva clinging to us both.
"Thank you," I say.
"No, thankyou."
"How was that?" I ask Harvey as we each take one of his hands and tug on them, drawing him onto the floor with us.
He drops down, limbs spent, and we cradle him in our arms. "That was amazing. Thank you both for that precious gift. That was the best blowjob and hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. I'll-I'll never forget it."
I smile at him then at Jack. "Neither will we."
9
Jack
I curl my fingers around the hot mug of coffee, take a slow sip, and stare out into the field stretching toward the tree line. The grass is patchy and sun-bleached, dotted with wildflowers. Cicadas buzz around, and a gentle breeze stirs in the cool morning air. Life moves at such a different pace here, and everything feels so unhurried. This is exactly what my soul needs.
Last night was…incredible. I unleashed a side of myself I locked away when I quit performing. I had to for the sake of preserving my mental health. But it felt good to reconnect with that part of me. Itiswho I am, just notallof who I am, an important distinction years of therapy and the passage of time have helped me reach.
Still, I can't help the nervous tingle troubling my belly. Zak and I will dissect what happened as soon as he wakes up.
Harvey, though? That's another story entirely. He was into it at the time, but PNC—post-nut clarity—is a real thing, and in the clear light of a new day, how will he feel this morning?
Will he even want to see us again?
What will he think of us?
Me?
The back door opens with a loud creak, and Zak slips out onto the porch, coffee cup in hand.
"Morning," he says, smiling coyly as he approaches. Then he hands me a loose bundle of wildflowers, daisies, pale peonies, and Queen Anne’s lace, the stems still warm from the sun. They carry a clean, earthy scent with a hint of fresh soil.
I sit up. "You got me flowers?"
"Nope. Harvey gotusflowers. They were by the front door. He must've dropped them off earlier."
"Is there a note?"
"There is."
He dips the bouquet so I can reach the handwritten note tucked inside.
Thank you both for an incredible night I will never forget.
Harvey, x
I'm gobsmacked. "Wow."
"Right?" Zak drops the flowers onto the table and settles into the chair next to me. "Pretty incredible. And here you are in your head, worrying about his reaction, aren't you?"
"Am I that obvious?"
