Jeffrey’s fingers continued their sweet torment, and I couldn’t help but arch my back, silently begging for more. “You trust me, right?”
I studied his earnest gaze, the familiar lines around his eyes that crinkled when he laughed, the way his hair flopped over his forehead. xxx 18 Jeffrey’s footsteps grew closer, the sound of the running water cutting off abruptly. The mirror reflected a flushed, wild-eyed stranger, and I took a moment to compose myself. “I’m gonna cum,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Days passed, and the tension grew, a low hum just beneath the surface of our usual banter. “Just finish,” I whispered to Mike, my voice strained. The word felt thick on my tongue, coated with the bitter taste of deceit. “We said we’d talk about it,” I reminded him, my
