million dollar high | joshler

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"so my mom is flying over to visit for christmas." i told josh. we were lying in bed with the blankets piled on top of us. my leg was draped over josh's, and his hand was on my thigh.

"when are picking her up from the airport?"

"tomorrow afternoon."

"do you want me to leave? i could go back to my old penthouse for a couple days. i still technically live there."

i traced circles on his chest. "no, you don't have to. my mom won't tell anyone about us. also, she might already know."

"how?"

"when i told you to stay with me in the hospital, she stayed that night too. she probably pieced it together."

"i'll stay with you here then."

i sat up. "wait, what about your parents?"

"my parents refuse to talk to me. well, my dad restricts my mom from speaking to me."

"oh." i felt bad. what if that brought something terrible up? "sorry."

josh kissed my shoulder. "it's okay. i don't really care. he's just pissed because i went into modeling when he wanted me to be a lawyer."

"i don't even know who my dad is. he ran out on me and my mom when i was a baby."

"our dads suck."

i hummed and leaned my head down to kiss him. josh deepened it then started kissing and nipping at my neck. i let out a soft, low moan.

josh stopped after a few more kisses and then pulled me closer to his side. "okay, time to sleep."

i pouted and kissed him one last time before wrapping my arm around his torso. we fell asleep.

the next morning, i woke up earlier than josh so i cleaned the kitchen a little bit.

i cut some fruit up and placed them all together in a bowl and mixed them around then made josh an egg and cheese omelet.

afterwards, i woke up josh and tapped on his bare chest.

"good morning."

"morning. what time is it?" he groaned.

"eight thirty."

he groaned again, but i kissed him on his neck and then on his lips. "c'mon, dog-breath. time to wake up. i made you breakfast."

he playfully punched my arm and sat up to kiss me then swung his legs over the edge of the bed and went to the bathroom.

i peeled off my sheets, pillowcases and duvet and put them in the washer and went back to the kitchen.

josh came out moments later and sat down at the kitchen island and ate the omelet.

"thanks."

i ate some of the cut fruit. "can you help me clean the rest of the house before i go pick up my mom?"

"obviously." he finished eating and rinsed off his plate in the sink. i felt his hand rest on my ass. "want to mess around before we clean?"

i laughed and turned to wrap my arms around his neck. "finger me?"

he pecked me on the lips and walked us to the couch. he sat down and helped tug off my boxers. i sat down on his lap.

he brought three of his fingers to my mouth. "suck." i did, swirling my tongue between them, and josh took them out, drenched in saliva.

i moved up a little to give josh better access to my hole, and he, slowly, began inserting the three of them in one by one.

i moaned and held onto josh's shoulders as he moved his fingers in and out of my hole and used his other hand to stroke my dick.

he quickened his pace with both actions, then i came on his chest. josh detached his fingers.

i rode out the rest of my high with my face close to josh's. i came down, and slowly moved my hips against josh's.

"want me to help you out?"

"no, it's alright."

"are you sure? i'll even let you come on my face this time."

he laughed and kissed me on the lips. "i'll keep that in mind, but i'll just go take a quick cold shower then help clean up the place."

"okay."

i got off of him and pulled my boxers back on and decided that i'd take a shower after josh.

josh disappeared into the bathroom as i cleaned up.