Page 34 of Always Watching

“I’ll always take care of you, baby.” The words spill so naturally from my tongue… Baby, always…

I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with all theseemotionsrunning rampant in my chest. I’ve neverfeltlike this before. I don’t even know what to call it.

Ranen wriggles happily against me, distracting me from my thoughts, and my eyes drop down to the front of his pants. Thewetfront of his pants. “Did you come again, Ranen?”

He reluctantly pulls back from me and glances down between us before giggling.

“Wow, I didn’t know I could do that.”

Idid that.Imade him come so much he can barely stand, let alone take a few steps forward to get to the shower. I made him feel more pleasure than he’s ever felt, and it’s eating me alive, knowing that moment ismine. That it’s something I can keep, something I cangive.

I want to give him more.

After he tries to take a step and nearly falls, I scoop him into my arms and feel another wave of satisfaction when he instantly buries his face against my neck with a sweet, sleepy sigh.

“I think I like sex-drunk Ranen,” I confess.

“I do too.” He giggles, and the sound turns into another low, sweet moan when I press my lips to his and kiss him again. It’s softer this time, sweeter. I let my tongue explore his mouth lazily, like I’ve wanted to do since the first time I kissed him,devouring the taste of myself mixed with him. When one arm wraps around my neck and Ranen pulls himself closer, I feel my heartbeat pick up, and when he presses his palm flat against my chest, I know he can feel it too.

I’m not ashamed.

I just wonder if he knows what he’s getting himself into—what he’s already gotten himself into. There’s no getting away from me now.

I pull back from the kiss, and the corner of my mouth quirks into a smile as I carry him to the bathroom. I pause before I open the door, and set him down. When he turns to go in, I catch him by his hair again, twisting him back to look at me.

“Hey, Ranen?”

“Hmmm?” He’s already leaning into my touch again, and I bend down, nipping his lower lip before pulling back. “I’ll get on cam with you. I think it could be…” I drop my gaze down to his cum-soaked pants, then trail it up slowly to his throat, sweet and red from my lips and teeth, to his swollen mouth and his cum-flecked cheeks. “Fun.”

By the time I say the last word, his skin is flushed and he’s biting his lower lip. But he nods, smiling, and leans into me to open the bathroom door.

“I think so too.”

Chapter 13

Ranen

Fun. North thinks being on cam with me could be fun.

Yeah, that’s the understatement of the year. Being on cam with North would be combustible. If it’s anything like what happened on my couch two days ago, it would be a fucking inferno when we did more.

Nerves dance in my belly as I think about whatmorecould be. There’s no doubt that I want North to fuck me. With that big, thick cock of his, he’d split me wide open. I’d be happy to take it from him.

None of my toys are that fat, however. Will North notice that I’m a virgin? Will he know?

I need to tell him. I don’t want to blindside him, especially if he plans to fuck my ass the way he fucked my mouth.

It’s not just morning wood that has my dick standing at attention. Just thinking about how North shoved down my throat and took his pleasure from my mouth has my cock bobbing, desperate for release.

A soft knock sounds at my door and I pull my blanket over my lap just before North pushes inside. He looks at me with acritical eye, checking me over like he does every morning before he smiles at me. God, that smile. I can tell he doesn’t do it much, but he does every time he looks at me. I preen under his attention, grinning back.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course,” I answer, sitting up and giving him space to sit on my bed.

I frown when I think about the arrangement we have. Why is North still sleeping in my cam room? I’ve tasted his cum and he’s tasted mine, so he should be sleeping in the bed with me, right? Waking up wrapped around his big, strong body would be like winning the lottery. I’m not sure how to ask him to move in with me, though. Well, move into my room. I think he’s pretty much moved into my apartment since I was released from the hospital.

When he sits down, he puts two fingers under my chin, tipping my face up. “What’s wrong? Why the frown?”

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