Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
His fingers dug into my ass as I rutted against him. I was basically fucking riding him, humping him like a damn dog, and I couldn’t find it in myself to care. I wanted him, this, to feel Beau in all his masculinity.
I took his mouth again, savored it, the taste of him, scent of him, everything about Beau. In that moment, it didn’t matter that Beau was a man or that I was gay, just being with him did. No, actually, that wasn’t true. It did matter that he was a man, but not in the way I thought it would. Not because it wasn’t what I wanted, but because it was what I truly needed. I thrust into him, felt his cock against mine, and it was as if my whole world exploded, as if it was righted. I’d been wrong my entire life, but there with Beau, everything felt right. Not just the sex part, because obviously, it was about more than sex.
We moved against each other, my erection harder and harder by the second. I swallowed his moans and smiled against his lips when he gave me his. His body was hard, his kisses hungry but soft. He pulled me tighter against him, and damn, he felt good.
My balls drew tight as my orgasm slammed into me. I couldn’t have held it back if I wanted to, and I hadn’t. Beau’s body tightened beneath me as he cursed, and it felt really fucking good to have that effect on him, to make him come…to have him come with him.
I dropped my forehead to his, breathed him in as he held me. “I think it’s safe to say my dick officially works again. Maybe a little too well.” When I’d planned to kiss him, I sure as shit hadn’t thought it would make me come.
“Are you okay?” he asked before pressing a kiss to my lips.
“I just came so hard, my brain is mush. I’m fucking fabulous. Oh, that’s a gay thing, right? Being fabulous?” I teased.
“Always so fucking funny.”
“I’m fine, Campbell.” And I was. With Beau, none of that other shit mattered. “Maybe next time we can try that naked. Is that a thing you do? Just rubbing off on each other?”
His laugh vibrated through my chest. “Slow your roll, Ash.”
But I didn’t want to slow down. I was too fired up. I wanted to experience.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Beau
Beau says my smile is contagious. I think his is too. ~ Love, Kenny
So…on a scale of 1-10, I’m guessing I’m at least a 20 when it comes to gay dry-humping, right?
I chuckled, rolling my eyes at Ash’s text, then looked over my shoulder to make sure none of the guys were lurking around. The last thing I needed was someone finding out I’d fucked around with Ashton—and not because of me, either, but because of him. He’d trusted me…wanted me…was still trying to figure himself out, and I didn’t want to hinder him in any way.
I still couldn’t believe it happened. Ashton Carmichael was gay. Not bisexual, not some kid who randomly kissed me when he was drunk. He was a gay man, and he’d been in denial, buried deep in the closet his whole life. I hated that he’d had to live that way, that I hadn’t seen it or been able to help him. Would things have been different for him if I’d known? If I could have been there for him?
You’re so cocky, I replied.
Ash: Could feel that through my jeans, huh? It’s tough being so big.
Me: You’re big? I didn’t notice…
Ash: Oh, fuck you, Campbell.
Me: Any regrets?
After our mutual orgasm yesterday morning, we’d cleaned up separately. I’d borrowed a pair of shorts, and then I’d been on my way. I’d made up some excuse about shit I had to do, and he’d basically pushed me out of the house, likely having to work through things himself, but I wanted to make sure he was doing okay. Ash would never bring it up himself. He’d joke his way through life if he could.
Ash: Just that I didn’t take my pants off so you could see my monster cock.
Me: That I fixed, apparently.
Ash: Who’s cocky now?
Me: It’s tough being so big. ;)
When he didn’t reply right away, I added, Seriously, Ash. Not trying to coddle you. Trying to be a friend.
Ash: I know. I’m good. It’s you. That helps. Wanna have dinner tonight?
I closed my eyes, leaned my head back against the couch. The fact that it was me helped him. It was strange to think of that, to acknowledge that I could help Ash with anything, that Ash needed someone. He’d always been so confident, larger than life, but that had obviously been a front.
Me: I have to coach Kenny’s practice…you wanna go? Then the three of us can have dinner afterward?