Chapter 14
IZZY
My plan to fly home for the holidays is shot to hell.
Mom sent me a text sometime during the game to tell me that Dad got Covid, so she was canceling my ticket.
Unfortunately, I didn’t see it until after the lady at the ticket counter told me to read the screen at the kiosk telling me that there was no reservation under my confirmation number.
I hate when people talk down to me like I’m stupid or lazy.
Trust me, if I could fix what’s wrong in my brain that makes numbers and words jump all over the place, I would do it in a heartbeat.
Popping in some ear buds, I roll my suitcase away to head for the taxi stands.
Even though I am fully aware that rideshare is cheaper, I am too stressed out now to attempt to navigate any apps that require words or numbers right now and confirming the license plate will probably send me into a full blown panic attack.
Lucky for me, the driver I got in with is not much of a talker.
All I want to do is get back to Mr. Talbot’s house and collapse into my bed for the next five days until I have to resurface for the next game.
I don’t even look at the total – not that I could have made it out at this point anyways – and hand a hundred dollars to the driver when he pulls up in front of the house.
One thing I’ve learned over the years is that it’s easier to cover my dyscalculia during the holidays by giving a very generous tip.
“Merry Christmas, Kid!”
I wave off the driver after retrieving my bags from the trunk and trudge up the walk.
Seeing the strange car in the driveway next to Mr. Talbot’s Camry, I let out a soft curse.
I forgot that he had a date planned for this evening.
He didn’t share too much information with me about it.
Considering I spend most of my time in the house avoiding him so that my dick doesn’t get worn out by all of the self-pleasure sessions I’ve needed to have since moving in, I’m amazed I even know that he has a date at all.
As quietly as I can, I open the door and sneak inside.
Judging by the sounds coming from the kitchen, I should probably make myself scarce sooner rather than later, but I can’t resist the urge to get just a peek of what’s going on.
Based on the sounds, they should be wrapped up in each other enough that I should be able to get a quick look to feed my spank bank.
I miss the club Brad dragged me to back in Wrenshaw where I could feed my voyeurism kink to my heart’s content.
Slipping off my shoes, I manage to get to the doorway of the kitchen without making a sound only to let out a string of gobble-dee-gook as my brain short circuits at what I’m seeing.
I think I slipped on some ice and my head is split open on the concrete somewhere because there is no way that my biggest, most secret, crush ever is sucking off my straight landlord against the counter where I spilled my cereal this morning.
“That’s the spot,” Mr. Talbot murmurs, tightening his grip on the silver strands gripped in his left hand while his eyes meet mine. There’s a brief moment of shock where his hand jerks, bringing a moan from Mr. Kinsey that I’ve only ever been able to imagine before this moment.
If I’m dying, please no one save me. Holy Fuck, this is hot as hell.
My hand moves on its own accord to my waist, but Mr. Talbot shakes his head, never breaking eye contact, while murmuring encouragement to the man on his knees in front of him.
There is literally nothing preventing me from grabbing myself and jerking off to the sight in front of me, but I find myself resisting only because Mr. Talbot doesn’t want me to.
Does he want me to leave? Am I disgusting him by watching?
I swallow hard and try to figure out what I’m supposed to do when Mr. Talbot points at me with his free hand and then gestures that he wants me to pay attention to what is happening.
My dick twitches in my jeans and I can feel the dampness starting to seep into my underwear.
I didn’t fully come in my pants, but I’m sure as fuck leaking precum like a faucet.
“That’s it, Chase. You’re an amazing cocksucker.”
I don’t know what Mr. Kinsey does, but I want to learn whatever it was because Mr. Talbot damn near levitates before letting out a groan of his own.
Despite nothing physically restraining me, I keep my hands fisted tight to my sides while I watch the show Mr. Talbot is putting on.
With each slurp, gag, and groan I feel my own arousal climb.
“Finish yourself off, Sweet,” Mr. Talbot tells Mr. Kinsey with a gentle caress down the side of his face to lightly grip his chin. “I want to see you go with us.”
Us?
Did Mr. Talbot really include me in their scene?
Before I can dwell on it, Mr. Kinsey pulls his cock out, and that’s the final straw for me.
My dick is no longer under my control when the orgasm crashes over me and I struggle not to make any noise while the two men in front of me both climax seconds later.
It takes a moment for my brain to come back online, but when it does, I’m horrified.
Mr. Kinsey is looking at me like I’m a ghost, and all I can think of is the fact that I’ve just destroyed the one relationship I’ve ever wanted to protect in my entire life.
The discomfort of wet denim against my legs reminds me that I just embarrassed the fuck out of myself by creaming in my pants, and I run.
The asphalt is cold on my socked feet, but I can’t go back for shoes.
Once I reach the forest, I turn off the road to hide within the trees.
I just had the most intense orgasm of my life, but I’ll never recover from this. He hates me. Mr. Kinsey hates me...
I don’t know how long I spend in the woods before heading back to the house, but I do know that I’m lucky it’s a mild winter so far.
I was fortunate to have not taken off my coat yet, so the only things really cold on me are my feet by the time I get back to the house.
There are no cars in the driveway, so I assume that they went out somewhere for the rest of their date where they won’t be interrupted by the kid with a crush.
Plugging my phone in to charge, I hop in the shower to warm myself back up. I didn’t think I had any more tears to shed tonight, but I find myself sniffling as feeling comes back to my toes. I’m such a fucking idiot. I can’t stay here any longer.
With a towel wrapped around my waist, I pick up my phone, ignoring the texts that came in while it was dead, and call Jonesy.
“How long are you in town?” I ask as soon as the call connects. I’m sure he can tell there’s something wrong considering he doesn’t even attempt to joke around with me about not greeting him first.
“Regent hotel. Room two fifteen. Need me to send a car for you?”
I can’t hold back the audible sobs while my friend orders a rideshare for me to come pick me up.
I hang up and grab my backpack from where I dropped it in the living room to climb into the backseat of a Hyundai Elantra fifteen minutes later.
The text alert on my phone has me glancing at the device while the car pulls onto the highway to head into the city.
I can only see the most recent text on the home screen, but the preview has my eyes welling up again.
Mr. Talbot: I'm sorry