Page 69 of Mr. Brightside

“Feel how hard I am for you right now. That’s all for you, baby. Only. You.”

His breathing hitches when I stroke us faster.

“I spent the whole night waiting for you to show up. Waiting around like a lovesick fool, desperate to see your smile.”

He’s thrusting into my grip now, every roll of his hips driving his length into mine as I continue to fist us in tandem.

“The girl who stopped me back there? I’ve never seen her before in my life. But her friends have spent hundreds of dollars here tonight, so I wasn’t about to embarrass her.”

I bow my head and spit on our dicks again, jerking us harder in the process.

“The guy I was talking to at the bar? He and I used to hook up.”

Cory lets out a growl so fierce I almost break pace. Keyword: almost. But he’s straining in my hand, and I know that look in his eye. My man’s getting close. Nothing can stop me when I’m chasing his release.

“You go ahead and growl, baby.” I kiss him hard to drive home my point. “Let it out. I know you’re pissed. My perfect, possessive king. But you don’t get to say you’re insecure. You don’t get to doubt me, to doubtus. I was giddy to show that fucker my ring and tell him I’m married.”

His eyes flutter shut as his head falls back and rattles the cage. He’s right there. His release is mine.

“You.” I grip us with both hands now, determined to make him fucking feel how deeply my devotion goes.

“It’s fucking you, Cory.”

I thrust against him and yank on our dicks, desperate to prove my point.

“No one else.”

Thrust.

“Not now.”

Yank.

“Not ever again.”

Thrust.

“Only. You.”

He climaxes in my hand like I willed the cum out of his body with my words alone—crying out and shooting pulse after pulse until he’s wrung out and panting. Once I know he’s satisfied, my body topples over the edge after him. I seek his mouth and kiss him hard as ropes of cum combine with his release. I rub it in and massage us both, just to make myself clear.

Cory slumps against me, lifting one arm and wrapping it around my neck while he settles his chin on my shoulder. He sighs contentedly, then lets me support his weight and hold him.

There he is.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask as I tuck him back into his pants and do the same for myself before wiping my hand on my boxers and fully wrapping him in a hug. He slumps back against the metal locker, pulling me with him.

I’ve got him captive again, but it’s a totally different vibe. Before, I was pushing him to let me in. Now he’s clinging to me like he never wants me to let him go.

“I just… I saw Lia in the parking lot before my shift tonight. I let her get to me.”

I narrow my eyes and try not to jump to conclusions. “When you say she got to you… do you mean she was talking about us?”

He nods, then pulls me close again, nuzzling into my chest like he needs reassurance that I’m not going anywhere. I rub one hand up and down his back, desperate to be what he needs.

“I’m getting pretty tired of her shitty attitude,” I mumble. She’s been even more cutting and sarcastic than usual since we got back from our honeymoon.

“Jake…” It’s meant to be a warning. But the way he sighs—defeated, like he’s been through enough today—that just pisses me off. I hate to see him like this. I won’t stand for it.