Page 110 of So I'll Know
He’s quiet for a beat while I hold him against me. Finally, his arms tighten around my neck. “Okay,” he replies quietly. “I promise.”
I carry him from the bathroom, set him on the bed, and crawl up his body, holding my weight on my forearms so I can kiss him without crushing him. His lips are soft and pliant against mine as we melt together. Sweat gathers where our skintouches, but I don’t want to move. He tastes like ecstasy. He tastes like mine.
Jeremy pushes my boxers down and then grinds our cocks together, the sensitive tips grazing each other. Our kiss becomes less sweet and more rushed as I crush my mouth to his. His hands tangle in my hair, and with a whimper, he pulls back.
“Marcus, I want—” He licks his lips like he’s nervous.
I brush hair from his damp forehead. “What do you want, Jer?”
“I want you to trust me.”
My stomach does a little flip. “I do.”
He pushes me onto my back on the bed and crawls between my legs. He runs a finger over the tip of my cock and down my length all the way to my balls, and I let out a sigh. His touch is soft, but it feels like an electric current of pleasure against my skin.
Then, he spreads my legs wider and pushes them up until my knees are practically touching my chest. I flush because I feel exposed in this position.
“Jeremy, what—” I let out a gasp of surprise as he runs the pad of his finger across my taint and circles my hole. He leans forward, and I feel his hot breath before he swipes my opening with his tongue.
“Holy shit!” I bark, my hips thrusting as I squeeze my eyes shut.
It’s a warm, wickedly decadent feeling as Jeremy starts to eat me out like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. He thrusts his tongue into my body, and my cock pulses and aches. I reach down, frantically sliding my hand along my length as Jeremy continues to eat me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, and I can’t stop the orgasm that barrels into me, cum shooting across my abs and onto my chest as my balls empty. Jeremy continues to lap at me until I’m spent. Then he leans over me and grabs his own flushed, leaking cock,jerking for several strokes before he comes on my stomach with a groan, our releases mixing together.
He drops to my side and pushes his body against mine. His finger trails through our mess, and he brings it to his lips, sucking the digit into his mouth. It’s so fucking hot.
After our hearts and breaths return to a normal rhythm, Jeremy grabs a shirt from the floor, cleans me up, and tosses it in the hamper. He rolls to face me, and I follow suit.
“I have that nightmare sometimes when I’m feeling anxious. It started after I got out of foster care.” His voice is lower than normal, like he’s pulling the words from a secret place. “I wake up back in that basement. The door is padlocked, and I can hear people on the other side. People doing normal things. Happy things. But no matter how hard I pound on the door, it never opens. I’m stuck down there. Alone. Because no one wants me.”
Jeremy’s lip wobbles, and I reach across our bodies, placing my hand on his hip. He takes a stabilizing breath.
“Jer, how did your parents die?” His eyes snap up to mine, and I give him a squeeze, worried that I’ll upset him more. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“It was a car wreck,” he says softly. “But I think they were murdered.”
“What?” I give him a horrified look, my brain short-circuiting.
“They were going to Seattle for a night out, but when the wreck happened, they were in the complete opposite direction on some county road closer to Brighton than Seattle. I still don’t know why they were out there or why they lied to me about where they were going. But the person who hit them was never found.”
Awareness tickles the back of my neck. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It still hurts, but it was a long time ago.”
I lick my lips. “What were their names?”
Jeremy cocks his head, giving me a quizzical look. “Jason and Athena. Why?”
“Just curious,” I hedge as I make a mental note to tell John their names. Those board board members died in a car accident. There’s no way they were Jeremy’s parents, right? I take a breath and change gears. “My mom died when I was little too. Also a car wreck.” Even after all this time, the ache is still nestled inside my heart like a shard of broken glass, and I hate that Jeremy must feel that way too. “I have vague memories of her. She used to sing to me and bake cookies, but I was barely five, so the recollections are fuzzy. The feelings are real, though.”
Jeremy frowns. “You lost your mom and your stepmom.”
“Yeah.” I give him a sad smile. “Pretty sure it’s why my dad is so fucked up. He lost the love of his life. Twice.”
Jeremy yawns, and I roll him over and pull him against me. “Enough heavy talk. Let’s go to sleep.”
He nods, the top of his head tickling my chin. I press my face to Jeremy’s hair, breathing him in.
