Avery is in the hallway, his clothes rumpled, his cum still on his stomach, and his braided hair starting to come undone. He looks totally and utterly fucked.
I can do nothing but stand there as he approaches. And then I stand there some more as he falls to his knees before me and wrenches my pants down, my cock bobbing free.
Oh my fucking god.
Yes. This.Yes.
And then his lips are on me, his hands around my thighs, pulling me into his mouth until the head of my cock hits the back of his throat. He glances up at me, holding me in his throat until I nearly come undone.
I let out a strangled and almost feral groan as he drags his tongue along my dick, the tip hovering between his lips, and then he slides back down. He does it again and again, one of his hands reaching to cradle my balls.
I can’t do anything but stand there and take it, my vision going hazy, my eardrums ringing. It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this, so completely consumed by another person.
And here he is, on his knees in front of me, working my dick like some kind of pro.
Oh fuck, it has never been this good.
My clean hand fists his hair, and I just hold on to him and rut my way in and out of his perfect mouth. His spit sliding across my cock makes all sorts of obscene wet noises and I am panting at the sound of it.
“I’m gonna come,” I hiss, trying like hell to hold on, to keep going, but he’s too damn talented. I won’t last. Can’t last.
He latches on tighter, and then a moment later I explode, my cum shooting into his mouth. He chokes, sputters, and gasps, but swallows it down. He pulls off and we stay there, his eyes on me, my cum dripping from his lips.
His tongue sneaks out and he laps at the corner of his mouth.
“Let’s do that again,” he says softly, and I nearly die.
Because honestly, what the fuck have I done?
Chapter five
Avery
I stand up on wobbly legs and meet Dean’s stare. He looks flushed, wrecked, and completely confused. I never thought he’d be interested in being with a man, but the way he touched me, the way his eyes blazed as he stroked my cock…. He wanted it. He wantedme.
Oh god. There was no way I wasn’t going to end up on my knees after that. I would worship the ground he walks on. I have worshiped it for months.
Dean is fucking perfection. He is everything I want in a man.
My shaky hands move into my hair, feeling the mussed strands, and I remember what it felt like for him to fuck my face. I’d let him do that to me anytime. Anywhere. He’d just need to look at me like he did in the bedroom and I’d drop so fast to the floor. I’d motherfucking fall.
Dean lets out a trembling breath. Oh, please, don’t let this be a bad sign. Don’t let him regret it. Pretty fucking please.
“Was that good?” I ask, my voice raspy from overuse.
He runs a hand down his face, the scrape of his stubble on his palm loud in the narrow hallway, and nods—just once, but I see it. It’s everything.
I wet my bruised lips and the air thickens between us. I don’t know what this means. Don’t know what to do now that I’ve just had him…that he’s had me. But here we are, just staring at one another. Unspoken words loom between us, and I don’t know what to do or what to say.
So, I make a decision. I move, straightening my shoulders and patting him on the chest, feigning a sort of confidence I don’t really feel.
“Well…goodnight,” I say and peek up at him through my long lashes, silently begging him to never let me go.Follow me, Dean. Hold me.
His throat bobs and he gives me another nod as I walk into my room, closing the door softly behind me. I lean against the wall and press my fist to my lips. He didn’t follow me. There is an entire wall between us now.
Oh my god. Oh fuck. I have to live with him. I have to see him every day. What if he doesn’t want more than this? What if this was it?
My mind is overwrought with thoughts and I can’t stand another second of it. I peel myself out of my clothes and pull on his jersey, savoring a part of him on me as I crawl into bed. I’m gonna have to see him eventually, but not right now. I want to give him some space; wanna let him breathe for a minute.
