Glancing between us, his cock is straining, tip glistening with pre-cum.
“Does my little slut need to come?” I ask as I wrap my fist around him. His hole clenches as soon as I make contact.
“Yes… yes, fuck,” he moans.
“He couldn’t make you come, but you need to come with me, don’t you?”
Elias whimpers, teeth biting into his lip so hard, I’m surprised it isn’t bleeding.
“Why didn’t you with him?” I ask, voice low and raspy as I inch closer to the finish line. “Hmm? Why wasn’t his cock enough to make you come?”
He shakes his head but doesn’t say anything.
“Words, Elias. I expect you to use your words. Why couldn’t he make you come?”
“Because it was you I wanted!” Both hands fly to cover his mouth as his eyes widen, like he didn’t mean to say that out loud. I can’t help the chuckle that falls from my lips as I pick up the pace, pounding into him with enough force to bust through this wall holding him up.
“That’s right, baby.” I bring my lips beside his ear. “’Cause you’re only for me. You’re my little fucking cum slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes… yes!” Elias’s voice is hoarse. He’s panting and his cheeks are flushed pink.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, daddy!” He starts to squirm in my arms, and I know he’s getting close.
“Beg me to come,” I growl. My fist is flying up and down his length as I ram him into the wall.
“Please, daddy,” he moans much louder than what’s safe. “Please, I need to come. Fuck, please!”
“Such a good slut,” I praise. “Come for me, baby. Show me how much you need me.”
As if on cue, his body tenses while his cock erupts. Elias slaps a hand over his mouth as he cries out, the barely muffled sound setting off my own release. Thick ropes of cum rip from my body, coating his insides as I throw my head back, stars dancing behind my eyelids.
Pumping myself into him through the aftershocks, I bury my face in his neck as we both come down. Carefully, I pull myself out of him and set him on his shaky legs, cleaning us both up quickly before turning the water off.
After we both dry off, we walk across the hallway to his room, where I tuck him into bed before begrudgingly heading back to mine. Thankfully, Valerie is still knocked out, but the guilt that eats at me as I lie next to her after doing what I just did is almost as strong as the disappointment that I can’t fall asleep next to Elias.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Zeke Alvarez
A Year and a Half Ago, Zeke and Valerie’s Anniversary Party
My Best Friendby Tim McGraw starts playing, the room erupting into cheers as Val and I make our way to the center of the room. It’s our wedding song, and one of Valerie’s favorites, even before it had any significance.
As of yesterday, we’ve been married for one year. It’s wild that it’s been a whole year. Her sister threw us this anniversary party, which is sweet, but it’s a much bigger gathering than I figured it would be. Glancing around the room as my body moves to the slow beat of the music with my wife in my arms, I take in the guests who have come out tonight to celebrate us. It seems almost as many people who attended the wedding are occupying this banquet hall right now.
My gaze lands on a pair of pale green eyes that belong to someone I certainly didn’t expect to see. He’s already watching me. Well, watching me and his mom. The drink in his hand is almost empty as he lifts it to his lips, emptying the contents while never taking his eyes off us. Since spotting him here originally, I’ve seen him down at least three drinks.
We, thankfully, haven’t had to see each other too much since the wedding, since he’s away at school, and he doesn’t make it a point to come home very often. He arrived at the party about an hour ago—late, but according to Valerie, he came here straight from his drive from college, not stopping at our house beforehand.
Elias is wearing a pair of gray slacks that stop just above his ankle, black loafers, and a black short-sleeve button-down shirt. He looks nice, but not overdone. It works for him.
Valerie peers up at me, and when I glance down at her, she offers me a warm smile. It lights up her whole face. “This is nice,” she says softly.
“Yes, it is,” I agree. “There’s a lot of people here.”
“I know.” She laughs. “Isn’t it kind of crazy?”
