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I lean down and bite one ass cheek, enjoying his whimper before I suck on his skin, leaving a bruising mark. Then I move onto the other cheek. At the same time, two of my fingers sink into him as his body starts to tremble.
“Fuck, Marcus, I’m so close already.”
“Who do you belong to, Jeremy? Say it.”
He shakes his head stubbornly, and I grab his cock, giving him a few quick pumps before taking him into my mouth. He thrashes and cries out, and I suck harder, reveling in the salty taste of him on my tongue. When the head of his cock bumps the back of my throat, I feel him tense like he might come. I pull off with a wet pop and pinch the base of his cock. He growls in frustration.
I pinch a little harder. “Say. You’re. Mine.”
“I need to come so bad. Please.”
“Say it.”
He glares down at me, completely wrecked, his chest rising and falling, his flushed cheeks streaked with tears.
“I’m yours,” he croaks.
I grin and drop down again, nuzzling his blond pubes. “Good boy,” I murmur. “Now, beg for it some more.”
“P-please, let me come,” he practically sobs.
I take his dick back into my mouth, spit dripping down my chin as I slurp and suck him vigorously, choking him down as far as I can go. Jeremy’s hands grip my hair, and he starts to fuck my face in earnest, his hips flicking with every grunt that leaves his body. My eyes water and I can hardly breathe, but I’m so turned on that I don’t care.
Jeremy stiffens with a throaty gasp and comes, my name on his breath as his hot, salty-sweet cum floods my mouth. I drink it down, sucking out every last drop until his hand on my forehead forces me to release his softening cock.
“Fuck me, that was intense,” he says, collapsing back onto the floor.
I wipe some cum from the corner of my mouth and lean forward, kissing him tenderly. Our lips slide together in the sweetest way. It makes my heart swell with emotion, and for once, it’s not fear.
I pull back suddenly. “I want you to meet someone,” I blurt. “My good friend Norah.”
His eyebrows rise. “Norah? The woman you used to see?”
I nod. “She’s one of my best friends.” I shake my head. “No, she’s practically family.” I take a deep breath. “And I know I fucked up by not telling Sebastian and Charlie about us, and I can’t fix that right now. But I’d like you to meet her.” I lick my lips and stare at him expectantly. “As my boyfriend.”
His brows lower, like he’s not sure he trusts my words. Rightfully so. “Where?” he asks quietly.
“Anywhere you want. The most public place we can find.”
My brain is screaming at me, telling me that it’s dangerous. That my dad could catch us. That Ryan is back in town. But I just don’t care anymore. I’m so high on this moment. Onhim.
Jeremy gives me a small smile and a little nod.
I kiss the tip of his nose and brush a lock of hair behind his ear, enjoying the blush that rises to his cheeks. “I wasn’t kidding. You’re mine, Starlight, and I want everyone to know. At least . . . everyone who matters.”
His lower lip trembles, and his bright teal eyes swim with tears like a tropical ocean. He’s all vibrance and color, and I’m done living in black and white.
I stand, pulling Jeremy up with me. I pick him up in my arms, and his legs wrap around my waist, arms circling my neck.
“Let’s go shower,” I mumble.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
JEREMY
MARCH
Ilean forward, carefully lining my lid with black liner, then stand back and stare at my reflection. I toss the pencil down and run a hand through my hair again, fussing with the way my part falls. I purse my lips and sigh.
