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When the last blast hit my mouth, I gave him a tiny lick, a promise that I would be back for more later, and he tugged on my shoulders. I was more than happy to give him what he wanted. I worked my way up his body, stopping to suck his nips—something I absolutely couldn’t hold back on—then slanted my mouth over his.
Tav whimpered into the kiss and held me close. No one had ever kissed me quite the way he did. His entire body embraced me—arms, legs, firm chest—and he sucked on my tongue like he couldn’t stand the idea of letting good cum go to waste.
“I’m going to fuck you till you scream,” I murmured between our lips, and he nodded enthusiastically. I ran a hand through his hair and studied his green eyes.
“Good mornin’,” he said roughly, nuzzling his nose against mine. “What was that for?”
I kissed along his jaw to his ear. “I love hearing the adorable noise you make when you’re going to give me your cum. That’s why I do everything to you, to get you to make that sound. That way I know I’m doing a good job.”
With a wave of his hand, he shoved me to the side and grabbed a pillow, which he promptly hid under. I tugged it away from his face and was happy to see him smiling.
“Where’s the lube? After that wake-up call, you deserve special attention.” His eyes were intense and made me shiver.
“Fuck, that sounds perfect.” I struggled toward the nightstand across the expanse of the bed, and he laughed.
A raised voice downstairs had me stilling, and Tav leaned up on his elbows to stare with a tiny frown at the bedroom door.
“Is that Ellis?” he asked.
After another second of listening, I nodded. “He doesn’t shout.”
“Generally, no. That boy was raised with better manners than a priest.” Tav and I shared a concerned glance.
“I can’t fucking believe it!” A second voice. Shrill. Whiny. On the cusp of tears.
“Who is that?” Tav asked, shoving down the blankets. I was distracted for a moment because he looked so fucking good bathed in the sunshine spilling through the windows.
“You little whore!” The same high-pitched male voice banged around out in the corridor, carrying from downstairs.
“Shit,” I grumbled and rolled out of bed. Hilton. How did he get in here? And more importantly, how could I get him out of the house as fast as humanly possible?
“What?” Tav asked, and I didn’t like the scared tone of his voice.
“It’s nothing. Absolutely nothing.” I shook my head and stumbled quickly to my dresser. I fumbled out a pair of boxers and shorts, then ran for the door. I pulled my boxers on as I was moving and hopped into the shorts on the way down the stairs, nearly breaking my neck in the process. I grabbed the railing to keep from ending up on my head before hurtling toward the living room.
“What is going on?” Tav called behind me. I thought he was still in the bedroom, probably taking the time to put clothes on. I hissed as my cock, which was still mostly hard, got jostled around uncomfortably in my shorts.
When I finally made it to the living room, Ellis was standing there in a pair of the flowy black pants he seemed to prefer. He had on a black tank top and eyeliner that made his brown eyes massive. His lips were a dark berry purple. Hilton looked as put together and beautiful as always. Tears were cascading down his pale cheeks and his pink lips were pursed in a photo worthy pout. He’d traded the pink in his hair for a sparkly gold, and it matched his tight T-shirt—which made his slim build appear willowy—and the glittery seams of his jeans.
“Judah!” he shouted at an ear-splitting volume when he saw me. “You left me for someone drowning in sad vibes? Are you depressed? Is that why you made the mistake of telling me to cover up your name?” He waved his wrist around and the damned tattoo was still there. Judah in swirly letters. What had he done with the money I’d given him for a cover-up? He was so frustrating. He spent every dime he had on his wardrobe, and that was probably where my cash had gone, too.
“You’re awful,” Ellis said, and Hilton gasped, cupping his cheek. “Judah would never date such a crybaby.” Ellis narrowed his eyes, and Hilton’s face flushed pinker than a raspberry. If Ellis had actually sworn, Hilton probably would’ve taken it less personally.
Hilton held out his tattoo toward Ellis, who leaned back and swayed, obviously trying to read it. The second he must’ve managed, he glanced at me with raised eyebrows.
“I love him,” Hilton said and drew in a ragged breath. “Do you? I’ll share, I guess, but I want him on the weekends. Someone has to take me out.” He stomped his flashy gold-trimmed sneakers against the floor. “I don’t need variety. I just need his big?—”
“Hilton!” I roared, and he stumbled toward Ellis, cowering closer to him. When Ellis did what Hilton had obviously wanted and hugged him, Hilton cuddled in close. I could already see it happening. Ellis had a pretty, nice smelling guy who was shorter than him wrapped up in his arms. Hilton seemed to need him. That was Hilton’s schtick and it drove me out of my mind—with irritation.
Ellis snagged Hilton’s wrist and raised it, staring over my shoulder.
I whirled around.
Tav was standing behind me, dressed in jeans and a faded red T-shirt with his arms crossed. He looked torn between laughing and scowling, and I had no idea how long he’d been standing there.
“It says Judah,” Hilton said around another wave of tears. “Because I?—”
“Everyone heard you already,” I snarled.
