Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“You’re hard as a brick now,” Charles said as our eyes met again, and this time he licked from the root of my shaft to the tip. When he got there, he sucked it into his hot mouth.
I swear there was an explosion of pleasure at the base of my spine. My thighs shook, my hands fisted the couch pillows, while Charles took me to the back of his throat. He swallowed around me, used his hands and his mouth on me in unison. I’d had blowjobs before, of course I had, but none of them felt like this. None of them kept me engaged, unable to take my eyes off the person who pleasured me because I felt them so deeply, the very core of me belonging to them. Whatever this connection was between us, it had its hooks in me. I wanted them to dig in even more.
“Oh God, yes,” I said, thrusting my hips slightly. Something in the spark in Charles’s eyes, how he smiled around my dick and how much pure fucking joy he shot my direction, told me how much he liked this. That he wanted me to keep going, to chase my pleasure because he would do anything to give it to me. Why he would care that much, I didn’t know, but it felt too good to deny.
I thrust again and again and again, and he took it, sucking and jerking me. It wasn’t long before tingles shot through my body, ramping up with each pump of my hips, each time Charles took me deep, seeming to savor me in a totally unique way.
The pleasure built up in me, like I was a pressure cooker, my body going to splinter apart at any moment. “I’m gonna… I can’t hold off.”
“Come in my mouth,” he said before wrapping his lips around my cock again. It was the detonator I needed to shoot off, spurt after spurt, like it would never stop releasing inside him. Charles swallowed each and every one, smiled at me as my orgasm subsided. My cock rested in the hair at my groin, spent. It wasn’t enough for Charles, though. He kissed me there, my dick, my balls, again like I was something special.
“It’s never been like that for me before,” I said, then risked running my fingers through his hair. It was so soft against my fingers, and I couldn’t stop playing with it, touching it, just wanting another part of him against me. “I mean, you know that, but I just wanted to tell ya.”
He looked up at me and smiled. “Wanna know a secret?” I nodded, and he continued, “I don’t think it’s ever been like that for me before either.”
I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “That can’t be true.”
“Why can’t it? You can be something special to someone, Brian. You are to me. I can’t pretend to understand what’s going on here. I sure as shit didn’t plan this, but I like you. I care about you.” When I shifted, unsure what to say, he gave me a playful grin. “And I clearly like sucking your dick. I almost came again just from doing it.”
“No shit?”
“No shit.”
“I like you too, Charles. I’ve never… I never had a real relationship with someone I care about. Not that I’m sayin’ we’re in one…” But I wanted to be. I’d spent my whole life feeling alone, even if I was surrounded by people. I didn’t ever feel alone when I was with him.
“Mmm.” He climbed onto me, straddled my lap as if it was nothing. I immediately liked the weight of him there, my hands on his hairy thighs. “Brian Manning…will you be my boyfriend?”
I barked out a laugh, and when he didn’t do the same, I said, “Wait. Are you serious?”
“You’re breaking my heart,” he teased.
“Do people our age do that?”
“We’re not dead, so yes.”
I was speechless. What was going on here? “What about…everything?”
“This might blow up in our faces. You’ve never been with a man, and that’s a lot. You’re still working through your sexuality. I live in another state. I’m scared of hurting you. This was the last thing I saw coming when I decided to spend the summer here, but I want you. I can’t explain how this happened or how it feels when I’m with you, but I believe in grabbing on to whatever it is that makes you happy, that makes you feel alive. Paul didn’t do that, and I promised myself I would never let fear or expectations hold me back.”
Jesus, the things he said, and in this circumstance, how he worded them. “I said something similar to Sutton once…when he first told me about him and Jasper. I told him happiness wasn’t always easy to catch.” I’d said it wasn’t always simple for me, and in some ways, it still wasn’t simple with Charles—we had a whole army of things against us. But in others, it was maybe the easiest thing I’d ever done. “Feels like I catch it when I’m with you, even if it’s only temporary. So if ya meant it, then yes.”