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I feel beyond good. I’m spiraling, caught up in a maelstrom of intense pleasure, but I don’t know how to let go and take it where it’s trying to lead me. To let my body fall off this precipice Jeb has driven me to the edge of.
Jeb recognizes my fight. Still keeping up his steady strokes, he leans into me and whispers in my ear, “Come for me, Eli,” he orders, and then bites down hard into my shoulder.
The unexpected pain sends me free-falling over as a pleasure so sweet and sharp bursts through me. I explode, covering Jeb’s hand—and the wall—with my cum.
Jeb continues to work my cock, making sure to wring every last little shock of pleasure out of me. Finally, when my body says enough, he releases me and steps back. His eyes roam over me lazily, as if inspecting me and taking great satisfaction in the wreckage he just caused.
Slowly, the serotonin that skyrocketed with the orgasm Jeb gave me, returns to a more normal level. My awkwardness settles back in.
And when I feel awkward, I hyper-focus on small details. Like the mess I made that’s all over Jeb’s hand.
“I’m sorry about that,” I say, nodding at his hand.
His eyes spark. “I’m not.” He brings his hand to his mouth, and his tongue darts out to lick my cum off of his hand. “Yummm,” he says, and licks his lips, like he just tasted a delicacy.
The sight makes every nerve in my body respond.
I suddenly feelsooverwhelmed. I’ve never done this before. What is the proper etiquette for such situations? Do I thank Jeb, or—oh crap—I need to reciprocate, don’t I?
The prospect sends a fresh wave of heat through me, along with abject terror.
He just sent me out of my mind with pleasure. I want to give him the same mind-blowing gratification he just gave me.
“Eli, are you okay?” Jeb asks, looking at me as I panic over how to please him.
No, not really. For once, I’m the most uneducated one in the room.Of all the books I’ve read, why did I skip the Kama Sutra?
My one lifeline is using a skill Jeb insisted I learn when we first started being partners. ‘Anytime you’re in a new situation or you don’t know what in the hell to do, the one skill that will always get you through, kid, is fake it ‘til you make it.’
So, I take some of past-Jeb’s advice, and with a deep breath, kneel at Jeb’s feet.
Chapter19
Jeb
South Carolina
Eli Baush is kneeling in front of me, face flushed from the orgasm I just gave him, his huge eyes looking up at me as he waits for me to make the next move.
Between the fantasy-turned-reality image in front of me and spending the last fifteen minutes edging myself with the hottest sexual encounter I’ve ever had, my cock screams at me to take what he’s offering. But I also see his slight tremble and the panicked sheen to his eyes.
“No,” I say and pull him to his feet.
He hurriedly pulls up his briefs and jeans. “You don’t want me to—” he breaks off, blushing painfully.
I turn off the shower, grab him by the hand, and drag him to my bedroom, where I topple us on the bed so I’m on top of him. After not having him in my arms for so long, I like this position. He can’t get away from me so easily. “Oh, I definitely want you to, but not yet. Let’s take a minute.”
He listens carefully, examining my words, and playing them over in his head the way he does with any new data.God, his brain is fucking sexy.
I stroke his hair, and he leans into my hand, making a tiny groan that makes my cock pulse. He’s so responsive. Earlier in the bathroom, watching my every touch play out on his face and his body was the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen.
Something filters up to my brain. Something that clashes with the possessive way I feel right now. “So,” I say, stopping my petting so he opens his eyes. “What about your girlfriend—what was her name, Marnie? Maren?”
“Mira,” he replies, and though I’m pretty sure the whole having a girlfriend thing was a lie, it still bugs me to hear her name on his lips.
He blushes. “She is my girlfriend,” he says.
What the fuck?
