Page 81 of Maybe You

“I’m making my case,” he murmurs into the sensitive skin where my shoulder and my neck meet before gently biting down. A shiver of need runs down my back.

“About?”

“Why we should go for round two.” He leans his chin on my shoulder and pushes his hand down the front of my sweats. His fingers wrap around my dick, and he starts stroking up and down.

I should move.

But I stay put.

“I’m listening,” I say, already breathless.

“It’s dark outside,” he says.

“It is. But I work nights, so I’m used to it.”

He swipes his thumb over the tip of my cock, and I bite back a groan.

“I like your dick,” he says.

A snort of laughter escapes, and I close my eyes and let my head drop back while he continues his ministrations.

“That seems more like an incentive for you than for me.”

“I promise to make you feel really good if you let me play with it.” He drags his palm up my shaft, and this time I do groan out loud. I can feel his lips quirk into a smile against the back of my neck. “Please, please, let me play with it.”

“I don’t know… Are you a nice boy? Because my momma told me I should only play with nice boys.”

“I’ll be very nice just for you,” he assures me.

His other hand goes to my chest, and he wraps his arm around me from behind. He drags my sweats back down, so they’re just below my ass. My dick is out now, and he continues slowly jacking me.

I’m already a goner anyway, but then he drops another soft kiss on my nape, and a shiver runs through me.

“You make an excellent argument,” I say, turning my head to glance at him over my shoulder.

His lips land on mine.

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

FIFTEEN

In hindsight, the problem is that it’s so easy.

Easy lures me in.

Easy casts a reel, and I’m hooked.

I have no immunity. No way to resist. Everything else up to this point has been an effort. Effort and pain. My two keywords in life. And it’s not that I’m complaining. Not exactly.

It’s more that it’s what I’m used to.

It’s the kind of strange status quo that you don’t consciously pay attention to anymore because it’s just how things are. You’re used to it, so it’s become normal.

And then something easy comes along.

You accidentally cross paths with it.

It settles somewhere in the periphery and then moves closer.

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