Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“Then just now. Oh my God. Your mouth, when it touched my cock, I thought I was going to explode. I felt like the blood was racing through my veins at a hundred miles an hour. It wasn’t just that it felt good. It felt incredibly good. It felt like I had been waiting for your mouth to touch me like that my whole life, only I didn’t know I was waiting. I’ve lived my entire life with a vague sense of discomfort, of being ill at ease in my own skin.
“Suddenly I don’t feel that way. I feel like—” He paused and turned his head toward Will, his expression one of wonderment. “I feel like singing. I can’t even carry a tune, but I feel like singing. I feel like dancing around the room. I feel like opening the window and screaming out to the world that my life is finally beginning.” He took a breath and let it out. “I know this doesn’t even make sense. You must think I’m insane. Shit, I think I’m insane. I was hoping by trying to say this crazy stuff out loud, it would make more sense. But it doesn’t.”
“Yes it does.” Will was grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. “It does make sense, to me it does. I felt the same way when we kissed. And like you, I’ve kissed a guy before. A lot of guys.” He touched Jack’s arm and smiled reassuringly. “Jack, maybe you’re over-thinking this stuff. It’s partly my fault. I promised to go slow and then I couldn’t keep my hands and my mouth to myself. I love how incredibly responsive you are. We have so much to explore together. Being with you is like the first time for me too, because I’m experiencing it through your senses in a way. Each touch, each feeling is new.”
He took Jack into his arms. Jack leaned into him, hiding his face against Will’s neck. Will’s cock still ached with unrequited lust but he found to his surprise he wanted to put the needs of someone else before his own. He pushed the words whispering around the edges of his consciousness aside—that’s because you’re in love.
“Can you stay tonight? I would like it if you could stay. Maybe in the morning we can pick up where we left off.”
“I’d like that. Only I don’t want to wait until the morning.”
Chapter 10
For the first time that night, really for the first time since he’d begun to have sexual feelings toward Will, the unceasing, panicked patter in his brain stopped or at least quieted its incessant chant—you’re with a man, you’re with a man, you might be gay, oh my God, you’re with a man, you’re touching a man, you want a man, you might be gay, you’re gay, oh my God… The anxiety was still there, but the terror was easing, replaced with a kind of wonderment. You’re with a man—with Will.
Despite the fact he’d just orgasmed, his cock hardened as he leaned into Will’s strong, naked body. His heart was still smashing in his chest and it was difficult to catch his breath. Will’s cock pressed against his thigh.
When Will’s lips had closed over his cock, pleasure had exploded through his body, drenching him in a soaking heat of sensation. How easily Will had taken him in, sucking his cock deep into his throat like it was the easiest thing in the world.
He had no idea what he was supposed to do next. Did Will expect him to suck his dick? Could he do that? Did he even want to? I do want to, but he’d probably laugh me out of the room. I haven’t the first clue what to do.
He wasn’t repelled by the thought of touching and sucking Will’s cock. The realization was a strange one for a man who’d spent his life thinking he was straight as an arrow. No, he wasn’t repelled, but he was scared. He’d spent the last twenty years with a sexually repressed woman, and instead of trying to help her grow, he’d simply capitulated, forcing himself to be content with what little physical intimacy they shared.
Now the world had split wide open. The sexy man at this moment kissing his neck no doubt expected him to return the favor he’d just bestowed. Unlike Emma, Will was anything but sexually repressed. He’d probably done things and had things done to him Jack hadn’t even thought of yet. How strange it was to feel so young and untried, when he was fourteen years his lover’s senior.
His lover.
Dare he use the word? Did the word imply love was involved? Or was it just a euphemism for a sex partner? Even that was a tough one to swallow. Jack tried to quiet his mind. Though Will had protested otherwise, this still might be just a kind of weird sexual experiment for him—an amusing diversion to see if he could seduce the handyman.