Chapter 36
CHARLIE
How is this real? Ohmigod, how?
It’s just like that first, glorious kiss. So infinitely better than I’d ever imagined, and it’s not even over yet. Not even close.
I’ve fantasized over Myles for over a decade, so much more than anyone has any right to fantasize over a friend. Except now, that’s not all he is.
What he is, I don’t actually even know at this point. What we are going to do about the fact that we both know this can’t last, I can’t even think about.
And right now, with him staring down at me like he wants nothing more than to eat me alive, it’s so ridiculously easy not to.
Ohmigod, I almost made him come.
And then he’d stopped because he’d wanted this to last. To draw it out and have more. Ohmigod—
I’d been so close too. First when he’d nearly come, and again when he’d been stroking me, and then he’d cried out my name the way he had when I’d touched his nipples. If he hadn’t been the one to stop both times, I know I wouldn’t have had the willpower to ask him to.
I can’t even let myself think about how he’d seen straight through to my fears when I’d started undressing him, or how he’d looked me in the eye and told me he’s not going anywhere.
The way he’d promised me that he’s not changing his mind when I’d tried to give him an out if what we were doing was too much for him.
He’d been so sweet, so patient, so him about the whole thing, that if I do let myself think about his words or the look on his face when he’d said them, I know I’ll cry.
So instead, I focus on what he’d told me next. How he’s gotten off thinking about me… Sparks lick over my skin, and I have to bite the inside of my lip to hold in a moan.
Myles Marlow fantasizing about me. Dreaming about me and waking up so hard and horny for me that he’d had to touch himself. Ohmigod—
And now… Now, he’s undressing me. On his knees, hovering over me with his deliciously sculpted body on display; full, firm pecs and dark nipples, abs rippling just below the surface of his golden-tan, dark-hair dusted skin.
His gorgeous eyes are dark and hungry, locked on my face as he works down my chest, practically tearing my shirt off of me as he goes.
I may have heard an actual rip at one point.
I love this shirt, but ohhh I couldn’t care less if he leaves the thing in shreds.
He hasn’t even gotten the last couple buttons open before his mouth is on my skin. His kisses start on the healed red mark that runs down across my pec to the top of my ribs from where that branch cut me on our hike.
I’m already biting back a groan at the first touch of his lips.
“That day in the woods?” He glances up at me.
“Seeing your body and finally knowing how badly I wanted to touch you but not being able to? God, Charlie. It almost killed me,” he whispers over my skin, and I love that we’re like this.
Always thinking the same thing at the same moment.
True, this time it’s an obvious thing, but when it comes to Myles, I take nothing for granted.
“You were right there, but I couldn’t, and,” his fingers brush over my bare waist where he’s holding me, “it was torture.”
“I’d thought I was going to give myself away,” I moan as his lips skim just shy of my nipple. “I tried so hard not to look at you or to think about the fact that it was you on your knees in front of me. Touching me.”
He lets out a heavy, shuddering breath over my skin as my hands find their way into his hair, stroking through his curls; a thing I just don’t seem to be able to make myself stop doing now that I know I can.
“I was so hard, Myles,” I breathe out on another moan as he skims his lips down the space between my ribs. “I was so sure you’d notice.”
“Fuck, Charlie.”
Ohmigod, I think that is my new favorite thing in the world. The hoarse, breathy way those two words escape him together.
His lips close over my skin just beside my bellybutton, and he sucks. My hips lift up off the bed all on their own, chasing the sensation as he pulls away with a soft flick of his tongue.
And he was worried he wouldn’t be able to make this good for me?
I should tell him. I should tell him how literally everything he’s doing is the hottest, most absolutely delicious anything anyone’s ever done to me, but before I have a chance, he’s brushing his fingertips over the spot, looking up at me through his thick, black lashes.
There’s a crooked smile on his gorgeous face, and suddenly, my throat’s too tight with emotion to make a sound.
“This freckle?” He drops a soft kiss to the same place. I’d never thought twice about that freckle before, but— “I’ve been dying to kiss it ever since I saw it. I couldn’t stop staring at it, even when I was supposed to be cleaning you up.”
“Was that the reason for all the Band-Aids?” I manage a breathless laugh. “You were so busy checking my freckle and me out, you got distracted?”
I’d meant it as a joke, but he nods, so seriously, with such an intense, blazing look on his face that it steals my breath.
“I couldn’t think about anything other than how badly I wanted to get my hands and mouth on every inch of you.” There’s this needy rasp to his voice that’s so deeply sincere, it’s making my head spin. “I can’t wait any longer, Charlie.”
My throat goes dry, and my pulse races so hard, I can feel it throbbing all through my body.
He drops a kiss to my abs again, moving a little lower, as he works open the last buttons of my shirt. “Tell me what to do?”
Those words blaze right through me, so much hotter than they have any right to be, and if I wasn’t still terrified of him suddenly changing his mind, nothing would be able to stop me from taking him up on what I’m sure he’s offering. Myles’s mouth on me while I tell him what to do? Ohmigod, yessss.
Just the thought has a flaming, shivering thrill of excitement pulsing through me, throbbing in my cock, pulling my balls tight and high.
But I’m too afraid of pushing him too far, and going down on another man as his first non-straight sexual experience feels like it could do exactly that.
“Let me take care of both of us this time?” I whisper, reaching down and cupping his jaw in my hand.
There’s a flash of something I could almost believe is disappointment in his eyes as he nods, but I see relief there too.
Whether it’s relief that I’m giving him an out or just because of what he told me before, how he’s worried he’ll let me down, I’m not sure. Either way, I’m not taking any chances.
“Pants off,” I tell him, giving his shoulder a light shove.
He’s up on his knees in a second. I push up to follow him, hungrily watching the way his hands visibly tremble as he yanks at the button on his jeans, pulling them open and down to reveal the obscene, mouthwatering way his dick is tenting his boxers.
His thighs are as thick and toned as the rest of his body, dusted in more of that dark hair I just want to run my fingers through.
Ohmigod, I can’t help staring as he tugs his pants down over those thighs before shifting and wiggling around to get them off the rest of the way.
Yet another rolling wave of arousal crashes through me, turning my voice breathless as I yank myself free of my unbuttoned shirt. “Boxers too.”
I’m already working my way out of my pants, but the moment Myles’s fingers hook in the waistband of his boxers, I’m frozen. Just totally hypnotized by the sight of him as he fixes his eyes on me before pulling them down and off over his cock.
Thick and so hard his flared crown has flushed a dark, almost reddish-purple color, his dick juts out from a tidy patch of dark curls, just begging for my touch. Below it, framed by his muscular, deliciously toned thighs, his balls hang heavily.
A pearly bead of precum pools in his slit, and my mouth waters with the almost painful desire to taste it. Ohmigod, I can almost feel the hot, velvet hardness and weight of him on my tongue.
My half-way off pants are completely forgotten. All I know is that I have to touch him. Now.
The sound Myles makes when my hand closes around his naked length is one nothing will ever make me forget. It’s this low, hungry groan that rumbles up from deep in his chest, hotter and needier than anything I’ve ever heard in my life.
My own punched out moan mingles with it, and then our mouths collide, licking and biting and sucking desperate kisses as his hands take over the work of stripping me out of my khakis.
The angle is awkward, and our teeth clack together more than once, but our mouths don’t separate and my hand never leaves off pumping over his shaft.
He’s thicker than me, and I love the difference in my hand. The weight of him. The feel of the veins running up his shaft. The way his pulse throbs beneath my touch.
Myles’s crown is slick with even more precum when I roll my palm across it, drawing another of his devastatingly sexy sounds from him, and my entire body shudders, pressing closer against him at the awareness that he’s leaking like that for me.
And then I feel his hands on my ass. His palms on my bare skin, his fingers flexing and grasping at my flesh as he tugs me closer against his body.
He must have pulled off my underwear along with my khakis, and I never even realized it.
And ohmigod, I’m naked and he’s naked, and he’s dragging me closer.
So close that the crown of my cock that’s dripping and leaking every bit as much as his is pressing up against his hip, and he’s not pulling away.
His lips and tongue are still ravishing mine, his breath still choppy and thick with moans, his cock still rock hard in my grip.