Beautiful In His Sight (BXB)

Can I Take It Back?

***Elik's POV***

I can't tell you how long I slept. I just know waking up, I still felt like utter and complete shit. I push my face into the bed and cover my head with my heavy arms.

I was a real dick!

Everything runs thru my head on repeat.

How the fuck didn't I know my love's middle name?

Just more things to carry my shame over.

Is it Dek's fault I kissed Broady?

Probably not.

Is it Dek's fault I encouraged him to ravage me?

Yeah, NO!

I just feel so many emotions. The Advil at least curbed the headache. The soreness in my ass is still blaring but, slowly the memories of writhing under Dek's skilled hips filter through.

Fuck, he's a sexy mother fucker.

My cock jumps a bit as I relive the hours of Dek pushing into me. His grunts were sheer deliciousness. Oh man, that boy knows how to play my body.

I regret treating him so harshly.

What a complete fuck up?

I curl my hands in between my knees as regret washes over me in waves.

Can I take it back?

All of it?

I just want Dek. I want his arms around me. I want his forgiveness. I want his sweet lips to soothe my aching heart.

I don't even register the tears that run down my face. Reaching up to ease the tickle on my cheek, I feel the moisture.

I'm such a pussy.

Self pity fills me.

He's so pissed.

He has every, single right to be.

We aren't shy. Not shy in the least. For fuck's sake, I jacked him off in a room full of people.

Why am I so embarrassed?

I'm being sensitive. I can tell. I just feel so guilty for kissing another man. But, it did turn Dek on.

I smirk.

He's so kinky.

My heart tatters at the thought of the love of my life being upset with me.

I punished him.

No sex for TWO weeks? What the fuck was I thinking?

That is bound to back fire bad.

How do I fix this?

A large arm wraps around me, turning me over to face him.

"Elik Samuel Exavier?" My dad chastises me.

"Yeah, Dad?" I whimper.

"You gonna man up and apologize?" My dad questions me.

I look up into his blue eyes. They match my own.

"He doesn't need to hear me act dumber than I already have." I whisper.

"Well, that's for sure." My dad huffs.

"I fucked up huge." I state.

"I have seen worse." Dad chuckles.

"I didn't even know his middle name." I groan.