Chapter 20 Evan
EVAN
It’s not long before Jericho comes up to our room, wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs. It makes me nearly swallow my tongue. Did he walk through the house like that?
His hair is still slightly wet, clinging to the nape of his neck with a little curl. I love when it’s like that, so soft and silky. I want to run my fingers through it.
He holds a bottle of water and sandwich out for me.
My stomach growls. “Thanks.”
I sit up, devouring the peanut butter sandwich in three bites. He seems nervous as he lies down on the bed, one arm tucked under his head. “How’d it go with your mom?”
“Fine,” I say. “She’s more concerned with you being a vamp than a dude.”
He gives me a weak smile. “A valid point, if you ask me.”
I take a drink then lie on the mattress, facing him. “I know.”
He rolls toward me.
Needing to touch him, I slip a foot through his and reach for his hand.
My earlier need for conversation vanishes the moment I lock eyes with him.
All I want is to be close to him. To hold him and relish in the fact that he’s okay.
He could’ve died today, at the hands of the vampires, or by the shifter who bit him.
“I know we need to talk about what happened, but right now, I just want to be with you. Please? I need to touch you.”
Jericho lets out a long sigh, draping an arm around me like he needs this just as much as I do.
I slide a hand against his stomach, enjoying the way his muscles flex. His gaze drops to my mouth, but he doesn’t move, allowing me to explore his body. We’ve been without clothes before, but never like this, and never touching.
“I… kinda don’t know what I’m doing, since I’ve never been with a guy. So if I mess up—”
“That makes two of us, then,” he whispers. “I’ve never been with someone I’ve truly wanted either.”
I pause, momentarily confused. He’s said that before, but… “What about all the other men in the drawings?” They had to be from experience, right? I mean, how else could he get them that detailed?
Jericho shakes his head. “Fantasies. Nothing more. I haven’t let myself be with anyone since—”
I cover his mouth with a hand. “Don’t,” I say. “Don’t say his name. He’s not allowed in this.”
Jericho leans down to kiss me, before removing my shirt. He traces my stomach, my chest, then down to my thigh, hesitating before groping my cock through my jeans.
I immediately lean into it, wanting more.
Returning the favor, I cup him through his underwear.
His thick shaft fills my palm easily, and the soft material makes it easy to stroke him.
And fuck, I never knew I would enjoy the feel of another man’s cock so much.
I eagerly work a hand inside, loving the way his whole body responds when my hand meets his flesh.
He kisses me deeply, rolling his hips against mine.
“Feel good?” I ask between kisses.
He answers by kissing me more fervently, working the button of my pants open until he can shove them over my hips. I gasp when his hand closes around my aching dick. And oh, he knows just the right pressure… I drive my hips forward, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
Jericho guides me to my back before gently tugging at my jeans and underwear. As soon as they’re off, he sits back on his heels with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Jer?”
He holds a finger up to silence me. “I’ve waited a long time for this,” he says quietly. “Let me soak in it.”
I want to laugh, except there is absolutely nothing funny about the way he’s looking at me. The desire in his eyes as they trail up my naked body is enough to make me tremble with anticipation. I have never had someone look at me like that before. With soul-deep longing. It makes my heart race.
“Feel like you should return the favor,” I say, nudging him. “Let me see you too.”
His lips quirk into a smile. In one quick move, he kicks his underwear to the floor.
I gulp at the sight—and size—of his erection.
Easily thicker and maybe even longer than mine.
It bobs proudly in front of his belly, white liquid pooling at the tip.
And oh… Jericho has foreskin. Something else I have no idea what to do with.
He slowly crawls over me, hair framing his face as he studies me. To my surprise, and confusion, he doesn’t touch me or kiss me. His dark eyes devour every inch of me.
I furrow my brows, worried that he wants to stop. Please don’t stop.
“Promise me you’re okay with this,” Jericho says. “It still feels like a dream, and I need—”
“Is my hard dick not enough evidence for you? I want you, Jer. Shut up and kiss me.”
He finally laughs, leaning down to press our lips together.
Slowly, almost like he’s afraid he’s going to crush me, he lowers himself on top of me.
The moment our naked bodies touch, I let out a quiet moan.
God, yes. It’s pure bliss. I slide my hands up his back, introducing myself to every warm, solid region of his body.
Jericho rolls his hips, gliding our shafts together as he deepens the kiss. On impulse, I wrap one leg around his, digging my heel into his ass. I can’t get enough of how it feels, how he feels. And when he rolls his hips again, I drop my head back.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I say, spreading my legs.
Warm lips press against my throat, causing anxiety to swoop in and threaten the mood. My heart hammers loudly in my chest, so loud I’m certain he can hear it. All I can think of is that hungry look in Jericho’s eyes when he’d thirsted for me.
But no. I refuse to let my fear ruin something wonderful.
Pushing at his chest, I encourage Jericho to roll over until I’m on top, straddling his hips. Jericho seems stunned, but just as turned on by the new position. I smile down at him, rolling my hips a couple times before working my way lower.
“What are you—” He starts, then cuts off in a satisfied moan when I curl my fingers around his length.
I stroke him the only way I know how, the same way I’ve done to myself a million times.
He writhes and moves under me as I continue to let my mouth wander, kissing him everywhere.
When I see his thigh, I briefly pause, overcome with emotion.
The wound already looks so much better than it did.
It’s kind of astonishing, really. Everything about Jericho amazes me.
I lock eyes with him before kissing the edge of the wound. Then I lick the tip of his cock, and lust surges through me. I take him in, eager to try more.
Jericho reaches for me. “Turn around. I want to taste you too.”
I do as he suggests and turn around to straddle his chest.
“You have a nice ass,” he says, smacking it.
I pause. I hadn’t thought about how close my ass would be to his face. Embarrassed, I start to pull away, but his tongue sweeps across my taint in a smooth, hot stroke.
I gasp. “Ohmygod!”
He chuckles. “Couldn’t resist. Move back a little.”
My eyes shutter when he closes his lips around my cockhead.
I’ve had blowjobs before—plenty of them—but none of them hold a candle to the way Jericho’s tongue feels against my shaft.
Or any of this, really. Between the feel of his strong hands on my legs, the intense suction as he bobs on my cock, and the erotic way he flattens his tongue against the head… I’m overcome with ecstasy.
“Since when do you back down from a challenge?” he teases.
Oh. Right. I’m supposed to be blowing him too.
Holding him with one hand, I stroke as I lick up and down both sides, tapping his cock against my tongue like I’ve seen in porn videos.
He seems to like that, grunting and shifting on the mattress.
Unsure of what to do with the foreskin, I gently ease a finger underneath, tracing the tip of the head.
Jericho bucks up, cursing around a mouthful of my shaft.
I look over my shoulder at him. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No, trust me. That’s… fuck, that’s unbelievably good. You’re gonna make me come just by doing that.”
“Really? Because I…” I trail off, suddenly unsure.
He seems to get what I’m confused about and reaches between us to roll the foreskin back. My eyes widen at the purple, wet head, already coated in loads of creamy precum. I can’t resist tasting it, dragging my tongue along the head and teasing his slit.
Jericho’s fingers dig into my thigh. “Fuck, you’re really going all in, aren’t you.”
“What? Didn’t think I’d do this?”
“No,” he says simply. “Never thought you’d want it.”
I look at him again over my shoulder. “Guess your drawings gave me some ideas,” I say.
Jericho chuckles, then takes me deep, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucks.
I try to do the same, but I can’t take him far before gagging.
It takes a few tries to learn how to relax my jaw enough to let him in, but once I do?
Holy hell, it’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
Right away, I know this is something I’m going to want to do again.
The feel of his hard shaft on my tongue, of it hitting the back of my throat, and the flavor of his precum?
It’s amazing. All the tiny twitches and spasms of his shaft are telling me he’s enjoying it, too.
I go lower, sucking on each of his balls one at a time. Jericho writhes under me, his cock bobbing against my cheek and leaking sticky residue in my hair. I couldn’t care less. I nudge his thigh and lick his taint, just as he did to me.
Without warning, Jericho shoves at my hips to throw me off.
Before I can ask what’s wrong, he reaches for my arm to turn me around and pull me on top of him.
Cupping my ass with both hands, he holds us impossibly close as he slams our mouths together.
A second later, hot liquid pools between our bellies as his cock spasms.
I grin stupidly against his lips. Holy fucking mother of all. I made Jericho come.
I push myself up, wanting to see his face. Mouth parted, eyes hooded, Jericho is a thing of beauty when he orgasms.