บททั้งหมดของ Love in the Time of Quarantine: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Kent lays on top of me, his ass in my face, knees planted on either side of my head. I take a long lick from his balls up to his puckered hole, continuing along his crease as far as I can reach.“Fuck, Cole! That feels so damn good. I’ve missed what you do to me. Please—”I don’t let him finish. I spit on his hole, spreading him open wider with both hands, pushing my face between his cheeks.My tongue laps hungrily at him, tracing the tight ring of muscle before thrusting inside. He moans loudly, grinding his hips against me, pushing himself deeper into my face and dragging his cock across my chest.I allow him only a few moments of enjoyment before smacking his ass sharply with both hands. “Suck my cock. Get me ready to fuck you.”Kent moans in eager compliance. Taking my dick in his hand, he guides it to his mouth and sinks down on me. I reward him by spitting on his hole again, slowly working my finger inside him, stretching him open.His deep groans vibrate down my cock, driving me

His mouth is all over my body—kissing, licking, nipping at every inch of flesh he can reach and driving me crazy. Every time he moves near my nipples or cock, he skirts around them, allowing only his cheek or chin to brush them, never directly touching.I whine, squirming underneath him. My fingers thread into his hair as he dips his tongue into my navel, and I gently push him toward my aching dick. When he finally moves toward my cock, he pauses, then teasingly slides his tongue just to the side, avoiding it again.“Please!” I beg, desperate.A dark, husky chuckle escapes him. “What do you want me to do?”He’s been teasing me for what feels like forever, leaving me painfully hard. Sitting up, I grab his face, forcing him to look at me. His smug smirk is right there, inches away, making me even hotter. “Put my cock in your mouth,” I demand—but instead of coming out forceful, my voice trembles with need.His eyes darken further, dropping to my cock as his smile widens. “With pleasure.”

I couldn’t believe what I saw when I walked into the kitchen—Justin sitting casually at the counter, eating breakfast with Cole like this was completely normal. Why was he still here? My one-night stands never stuck around long enough for breakfast. Usually, they quietly slipped out before the sun was fully up, barely leaving a trace behind. Of course, the one time I needed someone gone, he lingered.I’d woken up to the dull murmur of voices from the kitchen, a headache pounding at my temples. Star’s drinking games last night—one shot for every month of quarantine—had done a number on me. Groaning, I swallowed a handful of aspirin from the bedside table and tried to shake away the nausea. Then my eyes landed on the open bottle of lube tossed on its side, and it all came crashing back.Justin. The guy from the club who’d reminded me so much of Cole—just scruffier, a bit bigger, less refined. I remembered dancing with him, making out on the dance floor, and then bringing him home because

An entire month without Cole.I still can’t believe he’s been gone this long. Every day I miss him. At first, it was nearly impossible to get out of bed. I was depressed, empty. I even moved my mattress into his old room just to sleep somewhere that still smelled like him. It was the only thing that calmed me enough to sleep.As days turned into weeks, things slowly got easier, but I avoided the apartment as much as possible. Every inch of it reminded me of Cole, especially at meal times. Even on the nights we didn’t eat together, Cole always had food waiting in the fridge with little heating instructions scribbled on Post-it notes. After the first week, the last meal was gone, and it felt like losing him all over again.There were so many nights I nearly called him, so I eventually deleted his number from my phone just to remove the temptation. Star still has it if I absolutely need it, but it felt important to create that distance. If Cole calls me, the phone will recognize him anywa

When Cole called to say he wanted to meet, I nearly dropped my phone.The second we hung up, I video-called Star, barely able to breathe through my excitement. “Bitch! We have to talk—now! I've got major tea!”“Spill it!” Star squealed, immediately matching my chaotic energy. This is why I loved Star; their ability to instantly match whatever mood I was in.“Cole called. He wants to meet me tomorrow afternoon!” My voice rose so high I probably sounded like a dog whistle.Star's jaw dropped, and they blinked rapidly. “Wait—are you serious?”“You don’t have to sound so shocked!”Star grimaced apologetically. “Kent, baby, I love you, but I genuinely thought this was done. I figured therapy was helping you move past him, not back toward him.”I stared at them, momentarily thrown. “You seriously didn’t think we had a shot?”Star shrugged, looking uncomfortable. “I mean... sorry?”I wanted to be annoyed, but my joy wouldn’t allow it. “Whatever. I'm too happy to fight with you now. But you ow