Page 72 of Don't Say You're Sorry

“So good,” he praises. “You gonna fill me up, little brother?”

Oh my God.

A loud moan tears from my throat as I come. He covers my mouth with his hand, shushing me as he rides me through it. Boneless and breathing hard through my nose, I blink up at him. “Do you think we woke them?” I ask against his palm.

“We?”

If I wasn’t tied to the headboard, I’d flip him the bird.

He glances at the door over his shoulder, waiting a few moments. When nothing happens, he breathes a sigh of relief and removes his hand from my mouth.

“My turn.” Grabbing his plug, he gently eases off me and pushes the toy back into his ass. I inhale a slow breath to stop myself from making a noise. “Do I need to gag you?”

I tilt my head side to side, considering. “That could be hot.”

Raising a brow, he grabs his T-shirt and stuffs it into my mouth. I widen my eyes in surprise.

“Careful what you wish for,little brother.”

“Oh, fuck you,” I mumble around the makeshift gag.

“I’m getting to that,” he jokes.

Maneuvering himself, he settles between my legs and pushes my thighs up to my ribs, twisting the plug in my ass.

“Can I take a picture of you?” he asks. “I want you to see what I see.”

I want to ask what that is, but I can’t speak, so I just nod. He grabs his phone and snaps a photo of me, turning it around so I can see. I look wrecked. Completely undone. My dark hair is a mess against the white pillows. My pupils are blown wide. There’s a fresh hickey on my neck, covering the older, faded ones. My spent dick is lying across my hip. My legs are spread wide, his fingers touching the plug in my ass. It’s hot.Ilook hot.

Is that what he wanted me to see?

Confused, I cut my eyes back to him.

“You’re beautiful.”

My brows dip.

“I love the way you are when you’re with me,” he whispers. “The way you let meseeyou, inside and out. The way you trust me completely. You’re so…pure,” he says after searching for the right word. “You’re too good for me, Adam.”

I shake my head vehemently. That can’t be what he thinks. That’s whatIthink abouthim.

He’s the pure one. He’s confident. Kind. Loyal. Loveable. Smart. Funny. Ambitious. Protective of those he loves. Determined to get what he wants out of life. Despite everything he’s been through, he lives every day with a smile.

He’s the sunshine after rain.

I’m nothing special. I’m antisocial. My grades are nothing to write home about. I’m unambitious. Pessimistic. Anxious. Awkward. I wouldn’t have a single friend if it wasn’t for him. I’dbe a loner, locked in my room all day drawing and letting the world pass me by.

He could do so much better than me.

He sighs. “You don’t see it, do you?”

“No.”

“That’s okay,” He bends to kiss me, removing the plug from my ass. “Luckily for you, you’ve got me to keep telling you how great you are until you start to believe it.”

After prepping my hole with lube, he fucks me until I’m hard again. He makes me come again before spilling inside me, breathing hard into my neck, sweat dripping off his forehead onto my shoulder. I wrap my legs around him and wait for my heart rate to return to normal.

After a while, I tap his thigh with my heel. He lifts his head, and I give him a look. My voice comes out muffled around the shirt in my mouth. “I’m a little tied up here, sunshine.”