TWENTY-TWO
Luca
M y heart pounds in such a chaotic rhythm, I fear I might code right here in the bed. I kissed Max Ryan. While he jerked off. We jerked off together. After years obsessing over him, wondering, and hoping, I got my wish. He wants me.
It feels surreal.
He’s all I want. All I think about. Obsess about.
Here we are.
Fuck, that was a great kiss. Fresh and sincere. Not practiced or going through the motions. For a guy who’s never kissed a man, he was fantastic. His lips were firm and warm, opening and closing with no hesitancy.
Max swallowed my moans, and I didn’t feel ashamed, showing what he did to me. He’s so new at this, I have to take it slow. Whatever the hell ‘it’ is.
Max faces away from me and man, that stings. Guess I’m not good enough to cuddle. What the hell am I saying?
I lift the top cover, keeping a sheet between us. Like that would stop my cock from punching a hole in one flimsy layer of cotton to fuck him if he begged me.
Christ, this is going to be a long postseason.