Talk Later–2
This is my punishment.
The reminder sends a shiver down my spine, right to the plug in my ass. Is this really punishment if it’s turning me on so much?
I can’t help it; I place my hands on his thighs, his pace just a little too much for me to handle. But before I can push him away, he stills.
His entire body tenses, a throaty moan leaving his lips. His fingers dig into my scalp and he pumps a couple of more time. Hot cum fills my mouth, coating the back of my throat. I breathe in through my nostrils, keeping my composure.
I swallow, taking every stream of cum he shoots into my mouth.
He blows out a steady breath of air and pulls out of me. My jaw is sore, and I pant, catching my breath. He wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me, setting me on his lap.
He peppers kisses along my jaw and down my neck. “So fucking good, baby.”
I kiss him back, my lips on his neck and down his chest. “I’m sorry.”
He shushes me, cupping my face to bring my gaze to his. “I know you are.”
I shake my head. “I wasn’t trying to keep you a secret. I just didn’t know how.”
His thumbs rub circles on my cheeks. “All that matters is that you want to be with me.”
“I do.”
His eyes watch me, but he nods stiffly. He stands, his pants down to his ass, my legs around his waist, and he walks us to his room. I can’t help but chuckle against his lips at how ridiculous we must look.
Jake’s enjoying it, too. He smiles, and it reaches his eyes, turning them warm. It’s beautiful, and I lean toward him, pressing my lips to his. He moans in his chest, relieved and happy.
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He closes the door to his room behind us with his foot and makes his way to the bed. He drops me there, finally unlatching our lips. As he pulls away from the bed, he undresses completely, my eyes devouring him.
His cock is only half hard now, but I know his stamina. I know he’ll be hard again soon and then I’ll have him inside me again.
I feel like he can read my thoughts because he shakes his head. “Not tonight, baby.”
Disappointment flutters through me.
My punishment.
He lies beside me, holding onto my waist to bring me as close to him as possible. His eyes trace my face, so many thoughts crossing his mind.
“Do you still want to talk?” I whisper.
He presses his lips together. “Can we talk tomorrow?”
I nod, running my hand down his chest.”
“I’m just worried about you being involved with all of us.”
I frown at that. He wasn’t worried when he thought it was just Aiden. “Is it because three people are a lot, or because Zaid is the third person?”
He sighs, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Zaid is my son, and I love him, but he isn’t exactly the best.”
Indignation burns through my chest. I’m so close to just blurting out everything that Aiden and Zaid confided in me, but I manage to keep my mouth shut. The need to defend Zaid is intense, like I’m failing him if I don’t.
“I don’t want you to get hurt.”
I shake my head. “Zaid wouldn’t hurt me.”
Jake narrows his eyes and inhales. “Alina-”
“I don’t want to talk about Zaid. You can talk to me about anything else, but my
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relationship with Zaid is separate from you.”
His jaw clenches, but he nods regardless.
I cup his face, turning his gaze to mine. “Can you respect that?”
“I can.”
“Thank you.”
We kiss after that, taking our time as we let our tongues explore each other like we haven’t kissed in ages. His hands caress my body, and I let my skin melt at his touch. He helps take the plug out and by the time we’ve brushed our teeth and washed our faces,
I’m ready to sleep.
The lightness in my chest at finally having my biggest secrets out is accompanied by anxiety. There’s another layer to Zaid and Jake’s relationship and I’m not entirely sure what I can do about that.
