Chapter 15 #2
“Hell, Bridges, I doubt it. He trusted you, and he thought the best of you, so I’m sure he wouldn’t think badly of you for looking out for anything.
Take a breath, okay. We’re not walking down the aisle, are we?
We’re just sort of exploring our options.
I mean, if you’re willing to test the waters with me.
I’m not a virgin, just so you know. I’ve had relationships and hook-ups, and I’ve had my share of heartbreak.
“I know what can happen if this doesn’t work.” I moved my finger between us so he wasn’t confused. “I don’t want to look back and say, ‘What if we’d taken a chance?’” I did my damnedest to keep the pleading tone from leaking into my voice.
Bridges stared into my eyes for a few moments before he smiled.
“Okay. We’ll look out for Raj on the trail, but we’ll stay some distance behind him so we can talk.
I’d truly like to see how this goes, too.
Now, I usually sleep naked. Will that bother you?
Tell me the truth, please.” Bridges’ gorgeous smile had me mesmerized for an instant.
His comment slowly sunk in, and once it registered, I laughed. I pulled down the blanket to show him the tent in my shorts. “Not if you don’t mind if I do too.”
Bridges extended his hand and helped me out of bed, standing next to me. He pulled off my shirt and swiped his tongue up the side of my neck. Oh, yeah, I liked that a lot.
I slowly glided my hand across his abs, shivering at the feel of the wiry curls over the washboard leading to his muscular chest. The sensation of his flesh under my palm made me breathless.
Bridges brushed his soft beard over my clavicle while sliding his thumbs under the waistband of my shorts to push them down my legs until they hit the floor with a soft thud before he lifted me to kiss my lips again. “Bridges,” I gasped when I wrapped my legs around his hips.
I moved to push his shorts down with my hands until they were low enough for my feet to take over and slide them down his thick thighs, his erect member brushing against my taint as he pulled me closer to whisper in my ear.
“We can’t have sex tonight because it will be painful riding tomorrow if we do.
” He kissed along my jaw. “Let’s not rush this part, okay? ”
Honestly, that was the most romantic thing any man had ever said to me. The bottom dropped out of my stomach as he turned to gently put me on the bed. He slotted himself between my legs and rested on his elbows to look into my eyes.
I studied those gorgeous gray eyes, and I discreetly pinched myself to be sure it wasn’t another sexy dream. I’d been having those for months since I started hanging out with him. I wanted this to be real.
“So, truth. Are you attracted to me, or is this just something for you to pass the time?”
“Hey, that’s not fair. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you?” I was sure the scowl on my face supported my response.
Bridges laughed, his cock slotted against mine and rubbing against it. The friction was amazing.
“I didn’t say you wouldn’t be attracted, I just asked if you were.”
He was going to be frustrating, I was sure. “Very much, Bridges. I’ve been attracted to you... Maybe I shouldn’t tell you how long.” If he was going to tease me, I could tease him right back.
Bridges wrapped his arms around me and flipped us so he was on his back with me on top of him, our cocks still next to each other. Every breath from either of us brought an amazing rush of pleasure that made it difficult to concentrate.
“Come on. Tell me how long you’ve thought I was sexy.” The playful expression on his face had me grinning ear-to-ear.
I laughed, and another gush of sexual energy shot through me.
“Since I was a teen and trying to figure myself out. Dad invited you out to the Hampton’s house to ride one of the trails out there and hang out with us.
I think it was Memorial Day weekend. I watched you like a hawk, and then I’d have to go hide in my room to dissect why I had strange tingly feelings in my stomach as I watched you and why my dick got hard.
” It was the truth, though I felt my cheeks heat at admitting it.
“How old were you?” He actually seemed interested as his fingers gently drew circles on my back.
“The first time it happened? Probably thirteen. You and Dad had been friends for a while, and you were getting ready to go to South Africa for a race, I think. To me, you were an amazing, exciting god.”
“Ah. Wow, that was quite a while ago. The first race in KwaZulu-Natal. It was brutal, and I only did it once. The course was in some of the most beautiful country I’d ever seen, though all the countries where I raced were beautiful in their own ways.
I loved doing it, but I’m not sad that time is behind me.
“I’m twenty years older than you, Weston. Does that bother you? I’m a border-line old man. I’m set in my ways. I go to bed after I watch the weather during the eleven o’clock news, and I rarely go out.”
His beautiful eyes spoke the truth, and maybe I should heed it, but nothing inside me hinted that the age-gap would be an issue.
“It doesn’t bother me. Does it bother you? It must because you brought it up.” How else could I answer? I was smart enough to know it wouldn’t be a walk in the park, but the only way for us to decide if we had anything in common was to spend time together.
Bridges brushed my hair off my forehead. “It feels like I’m betraying Claude, but the idea of not seeing where we go doesn’t appeal to me. Maybe we should have a few dates to have some fun? What do you say?”
“I think that’s a good idea. Now, do you have any lube? I’ll never get to sleep unless we do something about these.” I brushed my cock against his with force.
Bridges spit in his hand and wrapped it around both of our dicks. He smiled. “I didn’t bring lube because I didn’t imagine being naked in bed with you. Color me surprised.”
We both laughed as he jacked both of our dicks. Bridges lifted his head to kiss along my jaw as we shared steamy breaths.
“That feels so fucking good.” It was all I could do to get the words out without releasing an indecent groan.
“Yeah, it does, sweet boy.”
His words were like a gush of warm water flowing over me.
I didn’t consider myself a boy, but I guessed from where Bridges sat, it wasn’t untrue.
I didn’t take offense, either. I mean, I wasn’t a little or anything, but Bridges Eaton was everything I thought I’d ever need in a man.
..in a Daddy. After all, the definition of a Daddy was an attractive older man, wasn’t it? He was all that and more.
Perhaps I was a stupid young man whose first crush had finally seen him, but in that moment as my orgasm raced up my spine and spilled between us, I didn’t give a flying fuck.