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I’ve never … This is … Fuck, no BJ has ever made me so speechless before.
I’ve given a lot of blowjobs over my life, but none of them were like … that.
“I know. And I feel terrible.” Of course he does. That’s the most Lemony thing to ever Lemon.
“You’d probably try to strangle someone but keep asking if they’re okay while you do it.” He waves me off. “Then it would turn into this whole ‘choke me harder’ sex thing. I’ll leave the killing up to you guys. I’m only here to look pretty.”
“I’m going to get off, but you’re not going to do a thing to get me there except look like you do right now. Like I fucking wrecked you.”
Who would’ve thought the notorious manwhore was a cuddler?
I should tell him that it can’t happen again. Remind him that I’m a temporary person. Yet, I can’t bring myself to do it.
“Here lies Zeus. He liked to pretend he was a fuckboy, but let it be said, he once held a boy’s hand.”
take down all the bad guys with their pew pews.” “I already told you,” Atlas complains. “Calling guns pew pews diminishes how lethal they are.” “Sorry. Pointy bang bangs. Is that better?”
Society for years has been so buttoned-up and conservative, more worried about a teenager’s virtue than being emotionally well-adjusted. People’s priorities are screwed up, and purity culture is toxic.
That felt good. But Zeus? He knows how to make me feel more than that. Important. Cherished.
You hit him with your car, and now you’re having sex. Most adorable meet-cute ever.”
“Ever since I lap danced my way into Atlas’s heart. Maybe that’s what you should do! Dance all up on Zeus’s lap.” Zeus’s voice startles us from the doorway. “He doesn’t need to do that to get my attention.”
He doesn’t kiss me again, but he does hold me. He lets me bury my head on his wide chest, and he’s so tender and caring with me that seed of hope for more blooms in my gut.
“After all that you’ve done for me and after showing me that sex can be about me, I trust you. I trust you know what you’re doing and that you don’t want to hurt me.”
“You’re very efficient.”
“No.”
“I’m fucking des...
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Callie’s quickly becoming a habit that I had no intention of picking up. But like any other bad habit, now that I’ve started, I can’t stop.
I do what I did during torture training and go to my happy place. Orgies, orgasms, origami, and hot dogs. Okay, not really origami, but I wanted my happy place to spell out OOOH for the acronym.
I didn’t know it could be like this. I didn’t know that sex could include emotions.
And right now, I’m so lost in Callie.
I want more, and even though that thought is terrifying, I didn’t realize that meeting someone I could genuinely have feelings for would be like this.
With Callie wrapped up in my arms, his head in the nook of my shoulder, and his gentle breath on my chest, it’s without a doubt the most intimate position I’ve ever been in. I’m finally understanding the difference between sex and intimacy.
“I’m sorry, but when Zeus, the god of fuckery, says he’s going to become a dad, we always assumed this would happen accidentally. Not …” He waves a hand over my body. “Like this.”
there’s something about my time with Callie that has changed me.
“Plus, your gorgeous face doesn’t hurt,” Atlas adds. “Aww, you think I’m gorgeous?” I blow him a kiss. “Objectively speaking. I personally think your mouth isn’t closed enough for me to find you attractive. There’s a difference.”
I grab him and slam into him, wrapping my arms around him in a hug because having Travis West’s respect means everything to me.
Though, if I run out there and Atlas is waiting for me to take me to go see Lemon, I’m gonna be so disappointed. Because all I’ve been able to think about since being here, since starting over, is him. Zeus.
“Where are we going?” “I have something for you.” Please be his dick. Please be his dick.
“What can I say? You’re special to me.” My gut swoops, and my heart gives out. “You are to me too.”
Zeus bites his lip, hesitating. “Because … loving someone means there’s no keeping score.”
“I know we never even went on a proper date, and it’s way too early for the L-word to come out of my mouth, and I know we’re not together, but I was stupid when I told you to go live your life. I changed my mind.”
Is this really happening? Is this my Prince Charming moment? The one I’ve thought I’ve gotten so many times only to be disappointed?
I don’t know who moves first, but the next thing I know, I’m naked, on my back atop the kitchen island, and Zeus is sucking on my cock like I’m his last meal.
Instead of doing what I want him to, he kisses me deeply. I wouldn’t complain normally because his mouth is so talented. It’s forceful, dominating, and damn, kissing him is like having a mouthgasm of emotions. It’s more intimate than fucking. It’s claiming me in ways I’ve never been claimed.
My cock is aching, but this moment, right here, breathing one another in … my cock can wait. Because I want to keep a hold of this feeling a little longer. It’s him and me, bare. Raw. Naked in every sense. Physically, emotionally … We’re giving each other every piece of us.
I love Sam. Not like how I love my family or my brothers in arms around me. It’s something I’ve never experienced before, something I didn’t know I could.
I love that you’re paying it forward. I love that you’re looking out for others. Some would say that this is called—” I mock gasp. “Growth.”
