I did. He stroked his cock fast, aiming at my face. Thick ropes of cum shot across my tongue, my cheeks, my tits. I swallowed what landed in my mouth, then scooped more off my skin and licked my fingers clean while he watched.

“Perfect,” he said, breathing hard. He leaned down and kissed me messy, tasting himself on my tongue.

We stayed in bed for a while after, his arm around me. His fingers traced lazy circles on my shoulder. For a minute it felt almost normal. Like a real couple.

But it wasn’t normal. Mom could come home any time.

“What now?” I asked quietly.

Marcus looked at...