Page 120 of Necessary Time

“Is everything all right?” I sat up, watching him scramble around for his underwear before disappearing out of the room.

A familiar sound echoed out of the hallway from the bathroom, and I laughed out loud, getting out of bed as well. I opted for a pair of sweats instead of underwear, fearing I wasn’t going to be in them for much longer anyway.

I caught up to Wesley in the hallway, and he gave me a tired smile that looked like it encompassed the whole of him.

“Everything’s fine,” he answered my question, the tired smile shifting into a cockeyed grin.

I grabbed him by the underwear and brought our bodies together, tilting my head for a kiss. Wesley opened his mouth with a mewl, making room for my tongue to slide past his lips. He grabbed me, groaning as I backed him against the wall and deepened the kiss.

“I love you,” I whispered against him, reaching down and taking his already hard again dick into my hand.

He made a pleased sound, head falling back against the wall with a thud. The sound was almost loud enough to mask the growl that rumbled out of his stomach, but not quite.

“Are you sure you’re fine?” I teased, releasing his dick and stepping backward toward my dining room.

“I thought I was, but now I think there’s a problem.”

“Oh?” I arched a brow and searched for my pants, fishing out my phone and swiping the screen on. “What kind of problem is that?”

“Just a small one,” he teased. “It’s just that I’m starving because I haven’t eaten since breakfast and also that my boyfriend’s cum isn’t leaking out of my ass yet, but it’s nothing that a little takeout and some more sex can’t fix.”

I rolled my eyes, keying in our usual Chinese takeout order on the app before tossing my phone onto the couch.

“Dinner’s on the way,” I assured him. “Now let’s see what we can do about the rest of it.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE

Wesley

The smellof poppers was vile, but damn.

I set the bottle on the nightstand and starfished myself on the bed with a happy groan.

“Good?”

Colin was between my legs, the slippery and bare head of his cock pushing against my hole.

“So good,” I promised.

He pushed into me, and I folded in half, back bowing off the bed as he slid into me. Colin wrapped his arms around me and eased me back down to the sheets.

“Steady there,” he whispered, lips as hot against my ear as his dick was inside my ass.

I swallowed back a laugh, lips pressed together unbearably tight to stop the ill-timed noise from falling out.

“What’s funny?” He was still inside me, not moving. Instead, he petted his fingers down the sides of my face, brushing my hair back off my forehead and behind my ears. The tender touch caused me to shiver, the sound that finally left my mouth half-moan and half-laugh.

“Steady there, sport,” I mocked.

He grunted when I laughed, backing his cock out the slightest distance before snapping his hips and pushing back in.

“You’re doing great, champ,” I went on, but Colin had evidently had enough, thrusting into me with so much force the rest of the commentary was pushed right out of me.

“Are you making fun of how old I am?” he asked, situating himself and finding a pace that would allow me to talk, but only the words he wanted to hear from me.

“More like…how young…I am.”

The tip of his cock pressed over my prostate and I groaned, closing my eyes and tilting my head. He took my exposed throat as invitation, bending low and sucking against my Adam’s apple.