Dylan, my best friend’s older brother, saw everything from across the street. My breath hitched. Gay sex Looked at the hoodie. And now he’s at my door. “It’s yours.”He pressed forward again, the heat of him slick and leaking, barely kissing my entrance before pulling away once more.“I didn’t hear you.” His tone was sharper now. “So that mouth’s still unclaimed?”I flushed. I felt him twitch. Ready to remind me who trained my throat in the first place.___________________I had barely dropped Elliot’s hoodie over the chair when the knock came: three sharp pounds that rattled the doorframe.I opened it and Dylan was already pushing his way in. “Yeah, I spent the night.”“Did. Dominant. Like worship. Not exactly. Tongues. “Did Elliot fuck you good, Troy?”I blinked. Next8 parts are already posted on there. Dylan, my best friend’s older brother, saw everything from across the street. Dylan, my best friend’s older brother, saw everything from across the street. He was already leaking when I licked the head, slow and teasing, just to hear him curse under his breath.I opened my mouth and took him in. …inch by inch until the back of my throat gave way.
