Delivery Driver Likes To Suck Pt 2

Eli’s cock stiffened in his mouth again, pulsing back to full hardness under Reed’s relentless devotion. Reed moaned like it was salvation, like it was proof of forgiveness.
Part 1
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He didn’t hear the door close until he was halfway down the block.
He didn’t let himself look back–not even once.
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Eli,
I don’t know if I deserve to be writing this to you. I probably don’t. But I don’t want to carry it around in silence anymore. You deserve better than that.
The truth is… when we met, I wasn’t looking for anything real. I was working. I was surviving. You were out of the way, quiet, kind–an easy mark, I thought. I showed up to charm you. To make you tip big. To be what I thought you wanted.
But then you offered me leftovers. And you smiled at my dumb jokes. And you set a second plate at the table like I was someone who mattered.
You didn’t fall for the version of me I was selling.
You saw something underneath.
And I was too much of a coward to tell you when it stopped being a game.
I should have told you. Every day I didn’t made it worse. I told myself I was protecting what we had, but the truth is, I was protecting myself. I was afraid you’d leave if you knew who I’d been before you.
And I guess I was right.
I’m not writing this to ask for forgiveness. I think I lost that the day I chose silence. But I needed you to know:
None of it was pretend. Not the dinners. Not the nights I stayed too long. Not the way I looked at you like you were the only thing holding me together.
You weren’t a client.
You were the first person who ever made me feel clean.
I’m sorry I turned something beautiful into something...