Chapter 32 #3
Jeremy reaches for the spinning clay with shaky hands and traces his fingers tentatively around the edges.
“This is so satisfying,” he whispers, and I nod against his neck, watching his small hands run along the moist surface.
He manages to get a similar cylinder shape, but when he presses his thumbs into the clay, it collapses, bits of it breaking off and smacking him in the stomach.
“Wow, I’m not good at this at all.”
I shrug. “You started out better than I did. I thought my stepmom was going to lose her mind when she started teaching me to throw when I was a teenager. It took a long time before I managed to make a decent bowl.” I smile ruefully at the memory.
“My hands were always so big and clumsy. I still can’t make a vase or anything delicate to save my life. ”
He cranes his neck to look back at me. “Were you close to your stepmom?”
I swallow and nod. I don’t usually talk about her with anyone, not even Seb and Charlie, but Jeremy is always the exception. To everything. “She was the glue that held our family together, though I didn’t know that until she was gone.”
Jeremy pushes us away from the wheel and turns in my lap, his sticky hands taking mine. “She sounds nice. Patient.”
I nod. “She was.”
“My mom was like that too. Both of my parents were.” He looks up at me, his eyes sad. “I wish they had been more careful that night.” Jeremy’s hands tighten in mine, and I wonder if he’d be rubbing his scar right now if we weren’t clutching each other.
I frown. “Were they into something bad?” Like Skynet? The thought makes me squeamish.
He gives a small shrug. “I’m not sure. I mean, I was so young, and I’m sure they kept stuff from me.
But there was always this man who used to come around our house, and after he’d leave, my parents would argue.
I just—I just knew he was a really bad person.
” Jeremy gives me a small smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to derail my first pottery lesson. ”
I release one of his hands and pluck a bit of clay from his skin, swipe it across the tip of his nose. Jeremy gasps, rearing back, his face a picture of outrage.
His eyes dart to the table, and he reaches over before I can stop him, grabbing a handful of clay and shoving it against my chest.
“Really?” I protest as he smears it around vigorously. “All over my chest hair?” Jeremy cackles, and I grab his hand. “That was a mistake, brat,” I growl before standing abruptly.
Jeremy shrieks and clings to my body like a koala, but when he wraps his legs around the backs of my thighs, I stumble and we both go down, my body hitting the floor first. The breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh. Jeremy lands on top of me, his giggles tickling my neck where he’s buried his face.
“Ow,” I groan.
“That was so your fault,” he gasps around hiccupped laughs.
“You started it.” I roll my body, flipping our positions, pinning Jeremy beneath me. He stares up at me, his lips parted in surprise, and his pupils dilate when I give my hips a good thrust, pushing my clothed cock against his. “And now we’re really dirty,” I note with a tsk.
I drop my lips to his neck, intentionally dragging my stubble-roughened cheeks along the column of his throat, and loving the way his perfect pale skin reddens with the friction.
Jeremy mewls under my attention, squirming as I continue down his body, taking a hardened nipple into my mouth and biting down.
“Fuck, big guy,” he pants, his cheeks flushed and sweaty hair sticking to his forehead.
He starts to sit up, but I hold him in place.
“No, I’m in charge right now.” His breath hitches, and he gives a slight nod as I return to worshiping his body.
I finger the waistband of his yoga pants and give him a dark look.
“These are obscenely revealing.” The thought of him flexing and sweating in his yoga class makes me irrationally angry.
“What else am I supposed to wear to yoga class?” he snarks, his voice rough.
“I don’t like you showing off your body to other people.”
I peel them off his legs, followed quickly by his boxer briefs, revealing his hard cock, the reddened tip already glistening with precum. I pinch the inside of his thigh, and he flinches, his head tipping back with a strangled moan.
Jeremy thrusts his hips toward my mouth, which hovers so close to his length that I can smell his musk. It makes my mouth water with anticipation, but I pull back before my lips touch him.
He pouts and then gives me a petulant glare. “Why do you care?”
I press a firm hand to his hip and use my other hand to squeeze his balls tightly, eliciting another needy moan. “Because you’re mine,” I growl. “Only I get to see this hot little body. Only I get to touch it.”
“Liar.” He wiggles his ass, trying to free himself from my grasp.
I crawl up his body until we’re nose to nose. “The fuck did you just say?”
He gives me a defiant stare. “I called you a liar. I’m yours? Prove it.”
Animalistic lust floods my body at his challenge.
“You’re mouthy tonight.” I push two fingers between his lips so hard that he gives a small gag.
“Suck,” I command. He does, still glowering at me as he coats my digits in saliva.
I pull them free, lean back, and push his legs apart.
He gasps and tries to fight me, but I hold him in place and push his legs up, revealing his puckered hole.
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. On him.
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.