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Marley pulls his spit-covered fingers out of my mouth and moves it to my dick.

“Look how hard you are. You’re a pathetic whore, aren’t you, Iggy?”

“Yes,” I croak.

He grabs my hand, moving it to my dick. The two of us jerk me off until I come in waves on the duvet.

That is embarrassing. I just came like a twelve-year-old with Marley’s expert fucking. I haven’t come that hard or that quick in over ten years.Perhaps it’s from getting fucked in the ass, or it’s Marley’s filthy mouth. Maybe it’s a combination of the two.

Marley quickens his thrusts, and I loudly groan. He pushes my head down on the cum I left on the duvet before placing his foot on my head. “Why don’t you be a good cum slut and lick up your mess, before you’re too loud and wake up your mom?’

With my shoved in cum, Marley fucks me until he comes with a groan, deep in my ass.

CHAPTER 15

Marley

Cleaning someone is a multifaceted, intimate act requiring care. The burden of debilitating fear of vulnerability around another has prevented me from ever experiencing the emotional intimacy required in sharing a shower or bath with another. The idea of someone’s hands on me or mine on theirs in this scenario would make my mind recoil instinctively. Hence the shock rocking my body as I relish lathering Iggy’s flesh as the water cascades down his sculpted back.

Iggy turns around, his hand on his crotch as he cleans around the shaft andhis foreskin.

“That skin seems like extra work.”

His smile reaches his eyes, making his blue orbs brighter than I’d ever seen them. His eyes resemble deep Caribbean waters that you want to dive into headfirst. He appears happy. “Welcome to the wonderful world of a non-mutilated dick.”

“I have to admit, having a personal built-in fleshlight has some benefits.”

Iggy laughs, pulling my neck down before crashing my back to the wall. I’m taken aback at how much I enjoy kissing Iggy as much as I revel in fucking his ass.

“You think my mom heard you defile her son in the guest bedroom?”

“Are you trying to activate my anxiety?”

Iggy steps back, panic in his eyes. “No. I was just joking around. Shit, are you okay?”

I laugh. “Yes, Ig, I was just teasing.”

“Maybe I’m not the only one thatneeds a spanking.”

This is easy. There are no complications or regrets. Being with Iggy is as easy as breathing.

I take him in as he stands under the spray of the shower, washing the soapsuds off his sun-kissed skin.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” he asks.

“You complaining about being ogled? Usually, you throw a tantrum if someone notices anyone but you.”

“No.” Iggy laughs as he reaches behind the sliding glass shower door and grabs two towels from the rack, passing me one.

“Where are you going?” I ask Iggy as he shoves his clothes over his wet body.

“To my room. We fucked. Friends with benefits fuck and part ways.”

My heart pounds frantically in my chest and a knot tightens in my gut as I watch him yank his t-shirt over his head, the fabric clinging to his damp skin. “What if I don’t want you to go?”

Iggy freezes. “Is that what you want?”

“We can be fuck buddies who cuddle after.”