I feel triumphant as I suck him down. Beck told me he needed this, but what if I needed it even more? I’d forgotten how this works—the way that getting on your knees is both vulnerable and powerful. The push and pull. The tension and the glory.
And who knew it would take the most socially awkward man in Colorado to shove me out of my rut? I’m pleasuring him with everything I’ve got, and we’re both loving it.
His legs start shaking, and I can tell he’s trying so hard not to come. I release him with a wet pop. “Be a good boy for me and don’t blow yet, okay?”
“Trying,” he pants. “But the inside of my brain right now is just your name on repeat with exclamation points—like a really aggressive text message. I’m not ready to finish, though. Let’s switch it up.”
“Yeah?” My dick throbs at the very idea. “Sit on the bed,” I order. Then I shove down my pants and step out of my underwear, and we both kick off our socks.
This really isn’t where I thought I’d end my night. But now we’re both naked, with Beck seated on my bed, his legs spread wantonly. I’m standing over him, and he’s staring up at me like he just won the lottery.
I grip the back of his neck and step between his legs. “Go on, then. Let’s see how you use that mouth.”
He lets out a little moan as I guide his face to my groin. He kisses my abs, as his long fingers wrap around my shaft. “God, you feel good.”
He strokes me slowly, and I hiss.
“Okay, I’m going in.” He dips his head and takes my cockhead into his mouth, still moving slowly, almost experimentally.
“There it is,” I say. Or I try to say it, anyway. The second his tongue meets my cock, my body bursts into flames, and I’m pretty sure what comes out of my mouth is more of a mumbled groan.
Blue eyes flick upwards to mine as Beck clocks my reaction. Then he actually smiles around my cock.
It’s smug, but I like it. My body thrums with an intensity that shocks me. He experiments with a lick and then a suck.
“You’re…” I try. “So…”
He tilts his head to a new angle, and talking’s impossible again. There’s only sensation—the slam of my heart into my ribs and the erotic assault of Beck learning the ins and outs of a blowjob.
He’s a quick study. As one hand curls around my shaft and the other one cups my balls, his tongue tries out wicked, wicked tricks.
Breathe. I lift my gaze and try to center myself in the moment, but all I can do is gasp and spin out of control in the best possible way. Winding my fingers more tightly into Beck’s hair, I experiment with a couple of shallow thrusts.
He moans. God. I look down and see that he’s freed one of his hands to jerk himself.
“Hey, none of that,” I rumble. “Don’t get yourself off. That’s my job.”
He makes a horny noise of protest but then releases himself. He also releases me, though. I’m about to ask why, when he gives my hand a sharp tug. The result is that I end up on the bed sprawled alongside him.
“Fuck yes,” he says, hauling me up on the mattress, rolling toward me. “I want your skin on mine.”
I open my mouth, but anything I might’ve said is lost when he cups my chin and plants a hot, hungry kiss on me.
Okay, wow. Beck is new at this, and also, he can’t know I never kiss my hookups on the mouth. I guess that policy has changed, because a few seconds later I’m chasing his tongue with mine.
And who’s the virgin here? It’s like I’ve never been kissed before. Beck’s tongue slides against mine, and I moan loudly.
What is happening?
Nine
Like I Know What I’m Doing
Beck
When I first kissed him, Forest made a grunt of pure surprise, and my heart stuttered like maybe I’d fucked something up already.
But now he’s rolled on top of me, and he’s diving back into my mouth like he’s reenacting a scene from Finding Nemo. I almost pass out from excitement. I tug on his hair like I own him, like I know what I’m doing. Which I absolutely do not.
