Status Updates From Guys On Top (Guys, #1)

I hate Corey and everyone like him

“Doug,” Wyatt said. “Remember that little talk we had about painkillers and inhibitions?”

“Don’t worry,” Doug whispered to Stewart. “I’ll kiss you again when he goes back in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, still standing right here,” Wyatt said.

😂

Wow, I truly dislike these three characters.

This is a mess and I love it.
“He was new Doug. He was hip and worldly and open minded, and didn’t fret over silly things, like his lover having a lover who had other lovers. Right.”

This is interesting. 😉🥰

WTF did Zach do to deserve being treated like that

Everyone in this book is so frustrating and the only one I actually care about is Zach right now

These people need professional help.

Oh god please tell me corey dies. I mean...please? Hit by a bus or a giant hawk carries him off and scratches his eyes out? Anything. He sucks and is totally ruining his book for me. And i wish a motherfucker would walk into my house and start talking that bullshit. Die, corey, no one loves you

Really? Inconsiderate assholes write a nasty letter? I hope Doug beats the ever loving bloody fuck out of one of them. Or both, but I reckon it isn’t that kind of book :(

See...? To me, this feels like cheating. Like, the first night with Doug was cool - all part of the open relationship agreement - but this second time feels like Stewart is crossing the emotional lines that he and Corey agreed to put in place.

I find myself fascinated by open relationships - not by the idea of sex with multiple partners, but by wanting to understand how the mental and emotional components of the relationship would work.

“Fuck, look what’s tied to my bed.”

“I just like being with him, that’s all.”
Jairo studied him a moment, then leaned back in his chair, grinning. “Damn. You poor bastard. You’re in love.”

“Because you’re still standing here. And I couldn’t walk away from you if I tried.”
Stewart let out a breath. He held Doug’s eyes. “So stop trying.”

But eventually his erection swelled to full size, and Kelly deep throated him, pulled back, and did it again, over and over. Guy must be able to breathe through his feet.

“I’m a fucking saint,” he said as he pulled out the bed from the sofa. “A saint with blue-balls.”

Sure, Doug thought. He’s got a gift all right. The ability to cock-block me without even being in the room.

But it wasn’t all about spite. Doug was horny. Not the kind of horny that could be solved with masturbation, but deep down, as though his very soul needed an orgasm.