Page 59 of Shattered Dreams

Yeah, it’s sexy alright.

“No,” he says, his voice low, warm. His hand absentmindedly strokes me through my sweatpants. My eyebrows furrow, and I feel a bit confused. Disappointed, yes, but also… relieved.

“But I’ve thought about what it would be like to suck yours.”

I freeze in his grasp as his words land on me.

“You have?”

Andre leans in to kiss me again, his kiss somehow deeper, more intense as he caresses my tongue, bites my lower lip and palms my cock through my sweatpants. I can’t help but groan as he squeezes it.

“Uh-huh,” he mutters as he kisses my jaw, his free hand resting on my ass.

I blink as his lips find my neck, my collarbone. His thumb slides over my cockhead, and I shudder from the sensation, even though it’s not enough. I want to feel him; his touch.

I suck in a breath as I realize he’s waiting for me to respond. To answer him.

“Wait… do you… are you asking if you can suck my dick? Right now?”

I pull away and look him dead in his eyes.

I don’t know what I expect to see, but dilated pupils and lust is definitely not on the list.

“If you are okay with that…” he says, his voice low, slightly nervous. “But if you’re not, we don’t have to—”

I lean in and kiss him. Hard. Harder than I should.

The word falls from my lips without warning.

“Okay.”

I swear time stops as that word hangs between us; a silent prayer, a moment of undeniable truth.

My heart races at the thought of having my dick in his mouth. I can’t deny that, even though I probably should.

For a moment, I think I might’ve miscalculated. Misunderstood something. Or maybe I just said the wrong thing, I don’t know. But when Dre gets up, holding me against him, instinctively I wrap my legs around his waist, and he kisses me once more.

“Okay,” he says, and with that he carries me down the hall to my bedroom; the one I should have moved into in the first place, but never did. I think I’ve used it a handful of times since the furniture got set up, because honestly? Sleeping with Dre, even before we started messing around with each other intimately, felt better; easier. I didn’t want to leave his bed because he wouldn’t be there, and I knew I’d miss him, even if he was only upstairs. And then somehow, it just… evolved.

Like we evolved.

Andre carries me wordlessly inside, and though I expect him to throw my ass on the bed and climb on top of me with the way he’s looking at me, he doesn’t. He lays me down gently before climbing over top of me; thrusting himself against me once more while he kisses me ardently. Slowly.

I whine when his lips leave mine, but a moment later, his fingers pull at my waistband, and instinctively I lift my hips to give him better access, which he takes. I swear it feels like an eternity until he frees my cock; the rush of air against my aching flesh is stark and somewhat painful.

Dre slides down my body, taking my cock in his hands, and I look up to see him staring down at me.

“What?” I ask, my heart beating so fast I think it might explode out of my chest. Is he having second thoughts? Did I say something? Do something wrong? Panic starts to form in my chest, but he clears his throat.

“You’re good?” he asks, almost as if he’s waiting for me to say no.

But as I look up at him, at his bright blue eyes, his pronounced features, that perfectly cut jaw and the way his hair falls into his eyes, his broad shoulders and chest.

His hand wrapped around my already leaking cock; I know I could never tell him no. Ever.

Because I want this.

Yes, I want him to suck my dick, but it’s more than that. I think it’s been more than that for a long time, and I just didn’t understand the depths of how badly I wanted this.