Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
We were quiet on the drive back to my place. It had been a long evening but a really great one. What would he do if I reached over and put my hand on his thigh? If I kissed behind his ear and tormented him playfully while driving?
Friend, friend, friend. You’re only supposed to want to be his friend.
When we pulled up at my house, Declan kept the Jeep running, so I guessed I had my answer. “Thank you for including me tonight, Declan. I had a lot of fun. The guys are great.” He was great too.
Declan turned to me, watched me under the dome light inside his vehicle for a moment. “You’re so different from most people…from what it feels like you should be. It fucks with my head sometimes.”
My pulse echoed in my ears. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“It is.”
Before I could wrap my head around what was happening, Declan unclicked his seat belt, leaned forward, and pressed his mouth to mine. He teased the seam of my lips with his tongue, and I opened for him, let him taste me. It felt like there was a buzz beneath my skin. My dick throbbed as blood rushed to my groin. My heart beat harder and faster as I reached for him, tangled my hand in his soft hair and pulled him closer, held him while we explored each other’s mouths for what felt like the first time in a hundred years. I wanted him, so fucking much, more than I’d ever wanted anyone in my life.
“This is stupid.” Declan kissed his way down my throat.
“Is it, though? Does it have to be?” Couldn’t we just enjoy this, enjoy each other and see where it went? As long as we were honest with each other, we could figure it out along the way.
“I don’t know how to do this.” He nibbled my earlobe. I pulled back to take him in, but Declan held the back of my neck, keeping me in place. I knew what he was saying without him needing to speak the words. That it was easier for him to talk to me if he didn’t have to look me in the eyes. I didn’t take it personally. I was thankful to be there with him at all, that Declan would let me in and trust me with those parts of himself he didn’t give easily.
“I don’t either. Not really.” I dropped my head back, and he lashed his tongue behind my ear, like I’d considered doing to him not long ago.
“What is this?” More kisses, his fingers caressing my nape gently.
“We’re friends…who like each other as more than friends. We don’t have to have all the answers right now, Dec. Just don’t run. Let me in. I wanna be with you.” I held my breath, hoping the admission wasn’t too much.
“Fuck. I want to suck your cock,” he growled, and then he was opening my jeans. It was a tight fit doing this in the Jeep, but I lifted my hips, both of us tugging at my clothes until they were at my knees, and then I sat back down.
Declan spit in his hand, then stroked my cock in long, languid pulls, like he was admiring me while he did so.
“Christ, that feels good.” My whole body pulsed with need.
“You have such a pretty cock. I think about it sometimes, jack myself and imagine you there. Even over the years sometimes, I’d fuck someone and think about you, wonder what you were doing. Pretend it was your hole I was inside, you calling my name, you dicking me down. Why the hell did you stay in my head so long? How did you find your place there?”
I didn’t know, but I didn’t ever want to leave it. I wanted to carve out a spot inside Declan, one that fit me and me alone and that would always be mine.
He swiped his thumb over my tip, smearing the precum leaking from my slit. A zing shot through me. “Yes. Fuck yes. You feel so good. I thought about you too. I wanted you too. Why do you think I always called?” Because it didn’t have to be Declan I’d slept with in LA, but I’d wanted it to be.
His gaze shot to mine, something unreadable there. “Tell me what you want, Bastian. Do you want me to suck your pretty cock? Do you want me to lick and stroke and blow you until you empty your balls down my throat?”
“Yes, God yes. Put your mouth on my dick. I want to see your lips stretched around me.”
Declan didn’t speak after that, just leaned forward. He swiped his tongue over my crown, twisted it around me, then lowered his head, taking me into the hot suction of his mouth.