Velvet Midnight - Max Walker Page 0,3

got down and focused on the meat of the situation, rubbing my face into Scott’s growing bulge, his jeans now a puddle on the floor, his white briefs doing a terrible job of holding back his erection.

Thankfully.

I licked the head of his cock, poking out from his underwear. I sucked him into my mouth and stroked him over the soft fabric, closing my eyes and drinking him in, relishing the feel of his cock between my lips. I fucking loved it. If I could live off sucking dick for the rest of my life, I would in a cock-hungry heartbeat.

Instead, I had to live my life hiding this part of me, keeping locked up inside of a room, waiting for a secret knock so I could get my fix.

Scott fell back onto the bed. I didn’t waste a second, pulling off his briefs and getting him fully naked, my mouth drooling at the sight of him springing free. Penelope sat behind him, rubbing his chest and kissing his neck.

“Sorry for dragging you out of the party,” I said, my smirk showing that I had zero regrets.

“Penelope’s text came at the perfect time. I’d been wanting this for weeks.”

“I know, so have I.” I leaned in and kissed his inner thigh, loving how the hair on his legs felt against my lips.

“What happened?” His question sounded simple enough, but the answer was real fuckin’ complicated.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I won’t,” he said, gasping as I took him in my mouth, swallowing him down to the base. If deep-throating were an Olympic sport, I would have for sure won the gold about sixty-nine times over. Sponsorships would have been through the roof. “Just do it” would have taken on a whole other meaning.

Scott grabbed the back of my head. It drove me even more wild, swallowing and gobbling like it was a free buffet. The bed shifted as Penelope moved to the chair, her hands gliding up and down her own body, her eyes half-lidded with passion.

Ever since we had started this arrangement, she always liked sitting back and watching. I asked a few different times if I could help get her off, but she said her fingers and our sweaty cocks rubbing together was all she needed.

Yeah. My life wasn’t exactly black and white, and that was exactly how I wanted it.

“Oh, Rex, that’s it. Wow, holy shit.” Scott’s eyes rolled back. I moved onto the bed, the memory foam mattress barely shifting under our combined weight.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking sexy,” Scott said, looking up at me with wide green eyes. He licked his lips and leaned up, his hands rubbing my body, squeezing and kneading and massaging. “I love how much of a bear you are.” The way Scott’s cock leaked proved he wasn’t lying.

I let him rub me up and down, worshiping the curves and hair and chest.

I fucking loved it. Years ago, this would have made me self-conscious about a hundred times over. There’d been a long period in my life when my weight had become my biggest issue. Something I obsessed over and was constantly bullied over, constantly reminded about. The snide comments only enforced the view I’d see whenever I looked in the mirror.

Not anymore. These days, I embraced my bear-ness.

Some might say overweight, others would say fluffy, but of the people I really cared about, most would say fucking perfect. It took me a second to figure out what being a bear meant, considering I was so deep in the closet I might as well have turned into a coat hanger.

Being a bear means being a bigger man with a chest of curly hair and ample amount of options to grab during sex.

Being a bear does not mean having the barest layer of fat, which was something I recently heard that made me roll my eyes back into the dawn of time.

Tonight, Scott was in the “fucking perfect” camp, rubbing my body with a hunger in his gaze. He rubbed and sucked and kissed and licked. His breath felt warm against my stomach as he nibbled on me, gyrating his hips onto the bed, pushing my legs further apart. I throbbed against his chest, his heartbeat matching the pulse of my cock.

“Fuck,” I hissed, letting my head fall back onto the pillow. Penelope was sitting on the leather chair against the window, her legs open and her eyes drinking us up, the way she bit her lip, revealing just how much pleasure coursed through her.

The lights