Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Devon
My alarm goes off at six a.m. on Monday morning.
Both Christian and I groan as I roll over to dig my phone out of my jeans, silencing the obnoxious noise.
“Too early,” he grunts, not even moving when I reclaim my spot behind him.
“Tell that to the state of Utah.”
After getting back to the city late last night, we’d fooled around before falling asleep and hadn’t even put our clothes back on. The hard ridge of my cock slots perfectly between his ass cheeks, and I can’t help but let out a groggy moan, rocking into the sensation.
Fuck, my dick went from zero to a hundred real quick with this guy. Especially after the fact that he claimed me over the weekend and welcomed me to his team.
Before, it took some time—and drugs—to get me in the mood.
Now all Christian has to do is breathe in my direction, and I need to come instantly.
Couldn’t keep my hands off him during the drive home yesterday, and thankfully, Salem drove with Tay and Huck.
We had ten hours of edging each other followed by the hottest, messiest frot of my life when we’d finally crashed into bed.
“Too tired,” Christian grunts again, but he pushes back against me in a way that has me panting into his ear.
“Keep doing that, hot shot, and I’ll come all over your ass again.”
“Mmm.” His sleepy hum doesn’t sound like he’s exactly opposed to the idea, but I sit up anyway and glare at my phone when the alarm goes off again.
Who the fuck decided that cleaning graffiti off park benches for community service needed to happen before dawn? I flop back down, determined to get another thirty minutes of sleep, when someone knocks on the bedroom door.
“If you guys are up, I made some oatmeal,” Logan calls out.
Christian snorts at that. “Who the fuck eats oatmeal?”
“Logan and Owen, obviously.”
“Fucking nerds.” He gets up with a yawn and smirks when he glances at my hard-on. “Need some help with that?”
Reaching down to squeeze it, I run my gaze over his inked chest and arms. “I won’t say no if you wanna suck it.”
“Maybe if you ask me nicely.”
Logan knocks again. “Oatmeal’s getting cold!”
“Fucking hell.” I heave a sigh and roll off the bed to pull on my jeans. “Let’s just go eat his dumb oatmeal and then maybe we can fuck in the shower before I leave.”
“You’re such a romantic, pastelito.”
“Fuck off.”
When we finally exit the room, we find our roommates sitting on the couch with bowls on their laps.
“Yours are on the counter,” Logan says, angling his head.
Christian’s the first to stomp into the kitchen, grumbling something under his breath about coffee.
I grunt in response and grab my bowl, glaring down at the goopy substance within.
The oatmeal looks… healthy. Which immediately pisses me off because I’m still sleepy, still horny, and hungry for some actual food.
“There are bananas if you want some,” Owen smiles from the couch.
“Hard pass.” I plop onto the cushions next to him and dig into my sad breakfast when another alarm lights up my phone screen.
COMMUNITY SERVICE—7:30 A.M.
Fuck, this sucks. I have to do six months of this shit. Park maintenance, snow shoveling, trash cleanup. Whatever else the judge decides to torture me with.
Christian steps in front of me to nudge my foot, a large mug in his hand. “You want a ride?”
Well, I wanna ride something.
I shake my head, losing my appetite at the sight of the oatmeal dripping off my spoon. “Owen’s dropping me off on his way home.”
“Cool.” He takes a sip of coffee, not moving from his spot. When I glance up, the bulge in the crotch of his sweats catches my attention. His half-hard dick is basically at eye level, causing me to salivate. Hell, his cum would make a better breakfast than this slop Logan’s trying to kill us with.
That thought gives me a super fucked up idea.
“This oatmeal sucks,” I mutter, my eyes still on Christian’s cock.
Logan makes a wounded noise. “It does not suck. It’s good for you. Just put some sugar in it.”
“Nah. I can think of something better.” Setting my bowl on the coffee table, I grab Christian’s hips and tug him closer. His brows jump high, but he doesn’t resist when I tug down the waistband of his sweatpants to release his length.
“Uh… what are you doing, dude?” he asks, watching me stroke his dick. Logan and Owen go still.
“Preparing breakfast,” I snicker, meeting his gaze as I lean in to swallow him down.
His pupils blow wide before he grabs my hair, shoving me down. “Fuck, baby. Jesus.”
From the corner of my eye, I spot Owen slowly set his bowl aside and get to his feet.
Both he and Logan watch us with heated gazes.
I gag on Christian’s cock hard enough to cover my snort when he sips his coffee casually, thrusting into my mouth like getting his dick sucked in front of his roommates is no big deal.
“You hungry for my cum, is that it?” he groans, his thumb brushing my cheek. “God, your fucking throat.”
Heavy breathing to my left draws my gaze, and I find Logan in a similar position as me, Owen’s cute little cock between his lips. It's fucking hot, to be honest. Enough for me to unbutton my jeans and pull myself out with a slow, lazy stroke.
It doesn’t take long until Christian’s thighs start to quiver, his orgasm imminent. When he mumbles that he’s about to come, I pop off just in time to quickly grab my oatmeal.
“What the fuck are you—” He cuts off into a deep moan when I roughly jack him into the bowl. Thick ropes of cum layer the hot cereal like icing, his cock pulsing in my hand.
Once he’s finally finished, I meet his blown-out gaze as I mix in his release and take a large bite.
“Much better,” I grin, turning to where Logan and Owen both gape at me with their dicks out. Holding the spoon up to Logan’s lips, I pry open his jaw by sticking my thumb in his mouth. “Here. Taste it.”
And he does, all while his boyfriend jerks off to it.
“Holy shit,” Owen whispers, leaking precum onto the carpet.
Before I can take another bite, Christian suddenly hauls me to my feet and puts his chest to my back.
“You dirty fucker,” he hisses, wrapping his hand around my cock. “Only fair I return the favor.”
Scooting us forward, he strokes my length inches from Logan’s face. Owen does the same, and his boyfriend doesn’t seem to know where to look, eyes bouncing between the two dicks in front of him.
I turn my head to give Christian a sloppy kiss, thrusting into his fist as slick sounds and heavy breathing fill the room. It’s not until Owen starts to come that I tip over the edge myself.
Christian growls at Logan to open his mouth just in time for Owen and I to unload onto Logan’s waiting tongue. Our eyes meet briefly when he swallows, then right there in front of us, he bends his boyfriend over the couch and slides effortlessly into his ass. Holy fucking shit.
“You can watch all you want, pastelito,” Christian whispers as he kisses my neck. “And you can share our cum if that’s what gets you off. But no one touches you except for me. Yeah?”
“Right back at you,” I answer, turning to face him fully.
He nods, reaching down to tuck my dick back into my jeans. “Agreed. Nobody else. Still want that shower, or are we out of time?”
Warmth blooms throughout my chest. Those words shouldn’t be a big deal, but the way he says them with so much certainty—like there’s no version of this where he’d choose anyone else… It settles into my blood deeper than I expect.
Being wanted isn’t new. I’ve had people want my body, want the distraction, or the version of me that didn’t ask for anything in return. But this is different.
This is him choosing me on purpose, not because I’m easy or convenient.
But because I’m me.
“We’ve got time,” I tell him, letting my hand drift down his arm to lace our fingers together. “I’ll always make time for you, hot shot. Always.”