He took a sip of his water, looking up and away. I held my gaze on his face. He finally looked back at me, locking eyes with me, and the intensity in his gaze was like nothing I'd ever felt. Those baby blues pierced through me, knew me.
Jeffrey had always been his own kind of guy, and Rich wasn't him, obviously. They both loved me, and let me be myself, which I cherished. But Rich had his own set of desires that were totally different from what Jeffrey had wanted. Jeffrey loved to make me c*m in little quiet, public areas. Loved to make me c*m in odd ways, like with a vibrating butt plug while we watched a movie. Loved to get me to admit to things, like my love for anal. Little bursts of fun and chaos that took time to get used to but were so hot once I did. He was like a fey creature, yo
