Chapter 21 #3
The fluttering in my stomach kicked up again.
I doubted he meant for his words to be so flattering, but damn if that didn’t make me feel special.
Obviously, Avery hadn’t changed his preferences all that much since leaving at seventeen.
And whatever fluke this was of him finding an interest in experimenting with me, I’d give him the best damn crash course I had to offer.
The last thing I’d let this man walk away with was regrets and shame. There would be none of that when it was just us.
“You know what I liked the most? Your cock in my mouth.”
He groaned again. “You’ve got a talented fucking mouth.”
“Wish I was there with you. Kneeling on the floor at your feet. Your cock in my mouth. I could suck on it all day, Avery.”
“Oh my god,” he wheezed. “You’re killing me...”
My hips kicked up at that, fucking myself right into my fist just like I imagined I’d do with him. Him fucking me, me fucking him, I literally didn’t care. Both were erotic as fuck to fantasize about and both had my balls tightening to the point of it being painful.
“I’d run my tongue along that thick vein you have. Trace it all the way up to your cock head where I know there’d be cum waiting for me to taste.”
“So much,” he mumbled.
“You’d let me take you in my throat again, wouldn’t you? Tell me what you’d do once you had my mouth around you.”
Avery sucked down another sharp inhale. “Wanna grab you by the hair, force you to deep throat me.”
“Mmm.” My cock twitched against my palm. “Then what?”
“I’d fuck your mouth. Make you choke on me.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Fuck yeah.”
I could picture it now: Avery’s hand in my hair, keeping me in place while I was on my knees, his pants shoved halfway down his thighs to reveal that giant monster cock of his that he’d force past my lips with a single thrust. My throat would tighten around the intrusion until there were tears in my eyes.
He’d pull his hips back and then thrust forward, shoving his cock down my throat until I gagged.
Being at the complete mercy of him like that was so hot that I nearly came.
“You like the sound of that, Brandon?” Avery’s voice was growing husky and more guttural. “You want to choke on my cock?”
“Yes.” The confession was so easy, tumbling right out of my mouth without another thought.
Avery answered back with a deep laugh, one that had my gut clenching with lust. “I like the sound of that.”
“Next time I see you.” I moved my hand rapidly, my cheeks beginning to burn. “I’ll get on my knees for you.”
And that was a damn promise.
Avery answered me in the form of him gritting out a short “oh fuck” and then gasping. While I couldn’t see what was happening on the other end of the line, I knew that familiar sound of him coming, spilling all over his own hand with that pinched expression etched into his handsome features.
Slamming my hips up twice more, I groaned back, shooting cum all down my hand and across my bare chest. I collapsed into the mattress, the buzzing inside of my head finally stilling.
Avery was panting into the speaker, the soft bursts of air causing my stomach to twist again.
“Wow,” was all he had to say.
I hummed again, letting my hand relax and fall from where I’d been death gripping myself. “Send me a picture.”
He choked. “Of the cum on my hand?”
“And covering your dick.”
“Jesus Christ, Brandon.”
I grinned, quickly ending the call before he could try to talk his way out of it.
If he didn’t end up sending me anything, that was fine.
I’d live off of the sound of him coming to my words for the next ten years at this point.
Hell, maybe even the rest of my damn life.
Nothing could top what just happened or the shit he’d said to me that had me wanting to drive to the fucking city and drag him out to my truck so we could fool around again.
Even though I’d said it in the heat of the moment, I meant my promise. If he was still eager to explore the chemistry between us, I’d get on my knees for him and let him fuck my throat raw. Getting Avery back into that position had my balls squeezing and my limp cock giving a very pathetic twitch.
But damn if that mental image wasn’t hot.
Sitting up slowly, I sighed at the mess I made of myself. What the hell time was it anyway?
My phone vibrated next to me, a text from Avery’s number incoming.
Grabbing it with a pounding heart, I opened it, my mouth falling to the damn floor instantly.
There, framed against the white tiles of the hospital bathroom and the slight view of the sink across the way, was Avery’s hand and his dick resting in it. He looked like as much of a mess as I did, cum still wetting his tip with some of it smeared down his hand and shaft.
The text under the picture read: ‘got some on the floor too’.
“Fuck me.” Throwing my phone back onto my bed, I leaned forward and used my clean hand to rest my head against it.
There was no going back from this. He was actually going to be the death of me. Trying to pretend like we could would only be setting us both up for failure—one where we crashed and burned in a spectacular fashion.
That could still happen obviously, but perhaps if we leaned into this, we could at least enjoy getting each other off until that time came.
Where he’d eventually have to leave.
Grabbing my phone again, I quickly saved the photo into the secure folder on my phone. I jumped when another phone call came in, this time from Max.
Shit. I can’t believe I’d gotten distracted for that long.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” he said. “I’m just pulling up to your house.”
Fuck. I wanted to groan, only barely holding it in at the last second. “Okay, great. I’ll be right out. Just give me five.”
“Take your time.”
Quickly ending the call, I slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom to clean myself up, ignoring the guilt that going on a date right after I’d had phone sex with another man made me look real fucking bad no matter how you spun it.
Canceling on Max wasn’t an option, not with him literally pulling up to take me out. Playing sick would only get him guilting me into letting him in in order to nurse me back to health. Which would not be happening now that I was certifiably insane for Avery.
Ignoring my reflection in the mirror, I grabbed a washcloth to wet it and swipe up the cum coating my stomach.
This was going to be the longest date in history.