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)
“Shit. Yeah. Okay.” He stroked me and sucked me, his eyes reflecting his eagerness to please. He twirled his tongue around my shaft, made love to me with his mouth, with more desire than skill, and there was something so sexy and pure about seeing how much he wanted to be good for me.
This was Brian, and he’d never had a dick in his mouth before, but he wanted mine. It was the best kind of high.
“Christ, you look so sexy on your knees for me. You’re staying hard just from sucking my dick. Do you like that? Like making me feel so good, I’m gonna lose my mind?”
“Yes,” he whispered, then took me deeper, used his other hand to jerk himself off at the same time. His grip on me tightened, the suction of his mouth stronger and hungrier. I couldn’t believe my balls were already drawing up, my orgasm bearing down on me. The combination of his mouth and hand on me and seeing Brian taking his own pleasure was the most potent cocktail of satisfaction. “Gonna come,” I warned, and when Brian didn’t pull off, it was too much for me to hold back.
I gave in to the bliss, my balls emptying in pulse after pulse in Brian’s mouth. He moaned around my cock, and I saw him lose the fight against his own orgasm, his load spurting onto the shower floor.
I tugged him to his feet. “Come here.” I took his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue. We kissed until the water went cold, and then I dropped my forehead against his and said, “I have to go back to New York,” and felt him stiffen against me.
“You gonna come back, or is this the end of us?”
Would he walk away that easily? Did he think I would? Because I sure as shit wasn’t ready to not be able to call him mine. “It’s just for a few days, in a couple of weeks. It’s my mom’s birthday.” I brushed our noses together. “Come with me,” I begged softly. “Please come with me.”
“You’d want me to?”
“Yes. God yes. My parents are dying to meet you.” His body still hadn’t unclenched, and I ran my hands up and down his back, hoping that would help. “You don’t have to, but I’d like you to see my place there, meet my family and all that.”
“I…” He hesitated a moment, then said, “Okay. I never use my vacation time at work.”
I smiled, feeling like my whole body was glowing, I was so happy. “Good. I’m glad. And I can’t believe you just had us breaking up. Not cool, boyfriend.”
He grinned. “I like hearin’ you call me that.”
“I like calling you that.” I kissed him again, and then we got out of the shower.
“Holy shit. I’m gonna be late for work for the first time in thirty years!” Brian said when he saw the time.
I made him a quick lunch while he got dressed, then shooed him out the door, still with that stupid, dopey smile on my face.
After yoga and hanging out with Raya, I headed to Emerson’s. I felt the need to talk to him about what was going on with me and Brian.
I was surprised not to see him outside when I pulled up. Sam’s vehicle was gone, so I hoped Em hadn’t left with him. I made my way to the door and knocked, Emerson opening it a few moments later.
“Hey, you. I thought you might be missing me, so I decided to stop by.”
Emerson gave me a smile that tried to say he thought I was ridiculous but really just showed me the affection he had for me.
“Where’s Sam?”
“He’s out doing something with Molly.” She was his best friend and had been his beard before he’d come out. They still spent quite a bit of time together. “Want something to drink?”
“No, thank you.” I sat on one of the stools at the kitchen counter.
“What’s wrong?” Emerson asked.
“Oh, I see. Always expecting me to screw up,” I replied playfully. Well, I thought it was playful.
Emerson frowned. “What do you mean? I asked what was wrong. I didn’t say you did anything wrong.”
True. I didn’t know what was up with me this afternoon, but I was clearly off my game. “Sorry. I…hell, I’m in a relationship with Brian—as in, it’s official.”
He waited a moment for me to say more, then replied, “I didn’t expect that when you decided to spend the summer here, but I can’t say I’m surprised now. You spend nearly every day with him.”
For whatever reason, that made me smile, which almost immediately launched Emerson into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” I crossed my arms, feeling a little annoyed.
“Jesus, this is fun. I realize now why you enjoyed so much seeing me fall for Sam. You should have seen the look on your face. Smitten. Who are you, and what did you do with Charles?”