Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
That was all the encouragement he needed.
Cum spurted over my lips a moment later. I licked them clean, then opened my mouth and sucked. My fist flew over my cock as I swallowed every last bit. The taste of him was enough to push me close to the edge. I was right there…right—
Cal dropped to his knees in front of me. He flattened his palms over my chest and wrapped one hand around my neck. He slipped his tongue between my lips and that was the end of me. Jizz shot over my fist and probably on the rug or his wetsuit. I didn’t look. I was too busy making out with the sexy surfer and trying my best not to keel over with the force of my orgasm.
He pulled back gently, licking his swollen lips as he studied me. I’d been with a couple of curious or closeted bi dudes. I knew this could play out a number of different ways. He might suddenly remember he was busy today, or he might get angry and suggest I’d tricked him or—
“You’re overthinking again, huh?”
I released a long stream of air. “Yeah, I am. But I’m not going to apologize for that.”
“God, I hope not. That might have been the best blowjob I’ve had in months.”
I furrowed my brow. “Might have been?”
Cal grinned. “Excuse me, I misspoke. That was the best BJ ever. No question.”
“Good answer.” I fell onto my ass and mustered a wobbly smile. “This is usually where things get weird. Do you want me to leave?”
“No. I want you to stay right here.” He hopped to his feet and hooked his thumb toward his bedroom. “I’m gonna get us a towel.”
When he returned, we cleaned up and redressed in silence. It took everything I had not to ask direct, pointed questions about his state of mind. I only sort of succeeded.
“Do we surf now?”
“Yeah.” Cal nodded as he grabbed a couple of water bottles from the fridge, handing me one. “But we should probably get this out of the way.”
Ah, here we go. I uncapped the water and took a swig. “Okay…”
“Quit looking at me like you think I’m a time bomb ready to blow at any second. I wanted that, and I liked it. A lot.”
“Question…did I turn you gay?” I deadpanned.
He snorted in amusement. “Do you have that kind of power?”
I shrugged. “Maybe. If I do, it’s new and not necessarily the superpower I was hoping for. I’d rather have an invisible cloak or the ability to time travel. But hey, this was good. The thing is…I know my motivation. I’m queer, I’m attracted to you, and I’m going through a quasi-self-destructive phase where my brain has gone into daredevil mode. Try a dangerous sport, kiss a straight guy, blow a straight guy…you know, the usual. What’s yours?”
Cal chuckled. “Do I need motivation?”
“Well…yeah. Every action is motivated by thought or impulse. Did you ever think about…this?” I gestured between us.
“Definitely.” He pursed his lips at my dumbfounded expression. “I’m serious. I’ve always wondered what it would be like. And I’ve found quite a few dudes attractive in the past. But I was either in a relationship or not brave enough to make a move. You made the move for me, and I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that first terrible surf lesson.”
“You weren’t thinking ‘Gee, I never want to see that maniac again’?”
“Nope. The opposite. I almost didn’t go to the bar last night. I have a few boards to finish downstairs and I’m working against the clock to get them done so I can take on a few more commissions. But my friends hounded me to go, so I did. And I’m glad.”
“You didn’t stay.”
“No, I wasn’t that brave,” he huffed. “I didn’t think I could be in the same space with you and not…touch you. But I didn’t want to be able to blame alcohol. I wanted you to come to me. I guess I needed to know you were still interested. I didn’t think we end up with our dicks out so soon, but…I’m not complaining, ’cause I hoped we would eventually. Call me curious, call me a late bi bloomer, call me horny. All of those labels probably apply.”
I raked my teeth over my bottom lip thoughtfully. His hungry stare didn’t escape my attention. His eyes were glued to my mouth. I’d bet big bucks he was remembering my lips around his cock.
He wasn’t kidding. He wanted me. He wanted to explore this attraction, and I wanted to let him. But of course, I was me. I needed plain-speak and clarification. It would be far too easy to make a fool of myself, and I’d done enough of that already.
“Are you gonna want to do this again?”
Cal’s devilish grin spoke for him, but he inclined his head and replied, “Fuck, yes.”