Page 137 of Silent Damage

Jason presses it against me, then slowly pushes in. “Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod again, biting my lower lip as it pushes into me. It’s curved, pressing right against my spot, and it already feels amazing.

He reaches into the drawer once more to get a tiny remote, and he presses the button.

“Oh, my god,” I yell, as the vibrator starts moving, massaging my prostate.

Jason’s slicked hand grips my cock, and he strokes me.

My arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer, kissing him and pressing my head against his shoulder while I pant.

When I look up at Jason again, he smiles at me. He’s still stroking my cock, and he presses the button on the remote, making the vibrations more intense.

I gasp, my hands gripping his strong forearms, trying to hold on.

Jason wraps his arms around my frame and squeezes. I stare at him, completely at his mercy while he makes me feel things I never knew I could.

The way Jason looks at me…this mix of tenderness and awe. I’ve never seen this expression on him. It’s intense and caring at once.

“I’m going to come, Jason.”

He nods, stroking me to completion, kissing me while I whimper into his mouth.

My orgasm lands on my chest, and he licks it off.

Every last drop.

“Your turn,” I say.

He shakes his head and replies, “Not tonight. Tonight’s about you.”

“Really?” I ask.

Jason nods. “All I wanted was to make you feel good. I’m satisfied.”

For some reason, I feel like this is bad. “Are you mad at me?” I ask.

“Not at all.”

My gut twists. “Did I freak you out when I said you were my first?”

Jason smiles, shaking his head no. “Gabe, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more chosen in my life.”

The tension in my shoulders loosens, and my heart skips a beat.

Our lips slant together again, then Jason says. “I just wanted to make you feel good, and now I want to hold you all night. Is that okay?”

“I can’t think of anything I’d want to do more than that,” I reply.

Jason turns off the bedside lamp and spoons me.

“Jason?” I ask.

“Hmm?”

My heart is beating a mile a minute. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” he says sleepily.