Page 65 of Carver’s Craving

He trailed his hands down my flanks, moved them to my ass, and dragged us even closer.

Our erect cocks brushed through layers of fabric. Because an inevitability existed. I was attracted to him. He was clearly attracted to me. I was like a moth to a flame, and he burned so fucking bright. He always had. Frank’s death had only temporarily dimmed him. Even in the few days we’d spent together, I was starting to see the old Styx.

I ground against him.

He moaned. Then pulled back and gazed into my eyes. “You make it hard to be good. To be the adult.”

“So don’t be. Let’s head—” I cut my words off when he sank to his knees. “Uh—”

“Shush.” He hissed the word. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. Just let me take care of you.” With that, he grabbed the elastic of my pajama bottoms and dragged them down.

Cool air hit my erect cock, and I hissed.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry—I’ll take care of you.” With that, he licked my tip.

Electricity jolted through me. Along with a distant memory of what it felt like to connect with someone in this way. Except those guys hadn’t been Styx. No one had ever come close to matching the man before me.

He nibbled the vein along my cock, grasped the base, and pulled me into his mouth.

This time, I moaned. My knees went a little weak as he began bobbing on my cock. Using suction and his tongue to bring me maximum pleasure. Finding creative ways to heighten every sensation. Cupping my balls and squeezing lightly. Tonguing my slit. Humming with vibrations that ricocheted through my body. Right down to my soul.

My balls drew up. “I’m coming, Styx.” My hoarse voice surprised me.

He sucked harder.

I rested my hand on the top of his head as I stiffened. As my balls drew up. Then the orgasm hit—hard and fast. Then I flew. High above the trees. Out across the river. Over terrain I’d never seen before. Just me and nature and the beautiful man bringing me such amazing pleasure.

Even as I continued to empty into him, he swallowed greedily. When I was spent, and my knees threatened to collapse, he let me go with a little pop. He pressed a kiss to my deflated dick, and then he rose.

His cheeks were flushed and his blue eyes were bright. He kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Encouraging me to taste myself.

Fucking beautiful. Awesomely amazing.

I sagged against him.

He broke the kiss, bent to grab my pajama bottoms, and pulled them up, mindful of my shaft.

“Thank you.” A little woozily. I hadn’t entirely returned to earth. “I should—”

He cut me off with another kiss. “Nope. You’re brushing your teeth, pissing, and going to bed.”

“Will you come?” Holy hell…where did that come from?

“Nope. You need a good night’s sleep. If I go to bed with you, I’ll wind up coaxing you to fuck me.”

“I’m a wet noodle.”

Another chuckle. “Sure. Right now. But trust me, I can perk you up.”

Maybe not right now. But eventually? Hell fucking yes. “All right.” Perhaps with a bit more whine than necessary.

He pivoted me, smacked my ass, and directed me toward the bathroom.

I obeyed.

And slept like the dead until my alarm woke me the next morning.

Chapter Eighteen