Page 93 of Full Service

I glower at him, and he pecks a kiss to my nose. Well, I can’t be mad when he does that.

“But wait, you two have different last names.”

“Not really, actually. I’m Everly Winslow-O’Conner. I just shortened it to Winslow on my college applications. The hyphen and apostrophe were too hard.”

I scrunch my nose and frown at him. “Too hard?”

“Look, we can discuss this later. Let’s get you in some clothes,” Everly says. “I don’t like everyone seeing your pretty balls. Especially Garrett.”

Oh fuck, Garrett’s a student. He’s seen my balls.

This is not going to end well.

I look over at him and see him wink at me. Oh, fuck me silly.

“Is Garrett going to tell on me?” I ask, and Everly shakes his head.

“No, he’s cool. Don’t worry. No one will know about this. I promise.”

I sigh and let him lead me off stage, Lee following behind. As we move, people clap us on the back and whistle, but I barely hear it, barely feel it. I’m just amazed that Everly showed up here, that he’s Lee’s grandson.

What are the fucking chances of that?

I can’t quite comprehend it. This is like some kind of ridiculous movie, the kind I hate so much.

When we’re back in Lee’s room, Everly hugs his grandpa before pulling me into the bathroom and shutting the door.

As soon as it clicks shut, the air is sucked out of the small space. It’s just me and him, the two of us breathing heavy together in the small space.

“Okay, so as ridiculous as that was, you looked so fucking hot up there,” Everly says at the same time I blurt, “I can’t believe you saw that.”

We grin at each other, and he takes a step closer to me. What little air is left evaporates right out of the room. All I can sense, all I can feel is him.

“It was so worth it. That was three minutes of utter sex,” Everly says as my cheeks redden.

“You must have been hallucinating. That was three minutes of pure humiliation.”

“Nah, I got to see ribbons on your balls. I take that as a win.”

He’s flush with me now, his lips trailing across my neck, his hand snaking between my legs and sliding down my shorts. He cups my balls, his fingers gingerly touching the ribbon tied loosely there.

“Let me see it,” he whispers, and I groan in acceptance. “Say it. Say I can see.”

“Yeah. Yes. Okay.” It’s all I can do to formulate words when he’s touching me like that.

He bites at my neck before tugging my shorts down and stepping away.

And there they are, my lopsided balls with glittering ribbons trailing across my thighs.

“Fuck, that’s hot. I didn’t know ribbons would do it for me, but they so do.”

He kneels before me and rubs his face across my cock. His fingers tug on the ribbons gently, making my balls sway between my legs, like pendulums in a clock.

“When I get you home, I’m gonna suck your dick and then fuck your ass.”

The way he says it, those inappropriate words, makes my cock leak.

“Who says I’m going to let you fuck my ass?”