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My cock throbbed in his mouth as I came. And in that moment, Charlie looked every bit the dark, sexy fallen angel that was always in my mind’s eye. He watched me, his eyes half-lidded, as he milked every last drop out of me, staying on my cock and swallowing.
I’d never felt as comfortable with someone before. I lay there breathing heavy, out of my fucking mind for him, and I didn’t feel the need to say or do anything differently.
I could be myself. And right now, all I wanted to do was watch him.
After he slid off of my dick, he wiped at his lips with the back of his hand and pressed little kisses up my thigh, onto my stomach, and then on the middle of my chest. I reached up and took his chin in my hand, pulling him up to my lips.
“Kiss me.”
“You don’t want that,” he protested, his voice barely a whisper.
“You fucking know I do.”
I tilted my head upward and kissed him, soft and slow. It was the first time I hadn’t felt an urgent rush while kissing him—instead, I was completely fucking blissed out, my body coursing with feel-good chemicals as I basked in the glow.
“I’m paying you back for this one,” I murmured against his lips. “And I don’t want to hear any protesting.”
“But now, tonight, you’re going to sleep,” he said.
“I can feel you, though,” I said, nudging my thigh against his very obvious erection. “You need to come, too.”
He clicked his tongue. “It won’t kill me to fall asleep without getting off for one night. Come on. You promised.”
No one had ever looked out for me the way he was doing right now. Hell, I didn’t even look out for myself like this. I pushed away my needs, day after day. Sleep could always come later. Sex, relationships, and love could come later. My thoughts, worries, or feelings could be addressed at some later date.
All of that was different when I was with Charlie. He cared about who I was, right now, and always.
It hurt a little to realize how unfamiliar that felt. Like maybe, I’d never really let anyone in, before. I was always in a group. Rarely ever one-on-one with someone.
“Okay,” I told him, nodding. “Because I promised.”
He slid off of me, lying down on the other side of the bed. I turned, wrapping an arm around him and holding him close, burying my face near the back of his head. My heart felt so full it could burst.
“I like it here,” I murmured. I already felt the weight of sleep pulling me down. “Your hair smells nice. Your skin’s soft. Everything is just fucking good with you, Charlie.”
He reached for my hand, bringing it around to his chest and giving it a gentle squeeze. His voice was earnest as he spoke.
“I feel good with you, too.”
I drifted off to sleep, and for once, I didn’t feel like I was wasting any time at all.
7
CHARLIE
I ran my palm along my cock the next morning, surprised even by my own hardness.
After not getting off last night, I was pent up and harder than a fucking precision-cut diamond.
Waking up with morning wood was one thing when I was alone, but it turned out that when I woke up next to one of the hottest guys that had ever been in my bed, it was practically impossible to ignore.
I could smell Jax’s clean scent and feel the light pressure of his arm against my back. When I opened my eyes I saw that plenty of light was coming through the slats on the blinds, and it must have already been midmorning. The tent in my boxer briefs was like the Eiffel Tower. I turned to see Jax still sleeping deeply, his skin glowing and golden in the morning light.
Criminal. It should have been illegal to look that good while still sleeping. I was certain I looked like a slack jawed goblin while I slept, but even the way Jax had his arms tucked in front of his chest showed off their toned musculature, and the neat, dark rows of his eyelashes looked serene.
And then there were his lips. That was my biggest mistake—letting myself focus on his lips, just for a moment, right after I’d woken up and my mind was at its most impressionable.
Those lips that had begged me for a kiss. Begged me to make him come, too.
I gently slid out of the bed, my cock heavy between my legs as I padded toward the shower.
I’d barely turned the water on and shoved off my underwear before my hand gravitated straight to my dick. I rested one hand on the cool wall of the shower and gripped my cock with the other, the image of Jax from last night playing over and over again in my head like a movie. Him telling me his precum was all for me. Him saying that his cock would look perfect in my mouth.
