Chapter 25 #2
I can’t believe the shit I’m spouting, but it’s as if I’ve been possessed by a damn sex demon that won’t let me shut up. It’s insane that only five minutes ago, the idea of fucking someone while they’re unconscious gave me war flashbacks and made me violently nauseous.
But now? Watching Jamie go absolutely feral at the thought of me taking him in his sleep is very efficiently reprogramming my brain. Both brains.
He really is one of a kind. There’s no way I’m letting him go, ever.
So I need to clarify something first.
I heave myself up, stealing a long, deep kiss that tastes like the beginning of something new and wonderful.
“Let’s make this official, so there’s no confusion ever again.” I wait until the lust-fog lifts from his eyes. “Do you want to be my boyfriend, Jamie?”
His response isn’t as elated as I hoped for.
“I thought you’re straight.”
“So did I,” I admit. “But considering how much load I’ve blown into a man’s ass, I’ll assume that label no longer applies.”
Gnawing at his bottom lip, Jamie fixes me with a firm look. “I can’t be an experiment again. I can’t.”
“An experi— Is that what your ex did to you?” I’m sure that must be it, even before he answers.
“When he left, he said he was wrong. That he’d thought he could be with a guy, but it had turned out he couldn’t.
” Jamie chuckles, even though there’s nothing funny about it.
“He had no problem fucking my ass and mouth for over a year, but apparently couldn’t do it anymore.
I guess I had too much cock for him. Which is probably why he never touched it. Barely looked at it, really.”
There are a thousand things I could say about David the Asswipe. None of it would fix anything, though. None of it would erase what he’d done to Jamie.
I can’t erase his past, but I can make sure his future is the exact opposite.
I reach for his cock, which has softened considerably, and give it a short stroke.
“You mean this?”
He bucks into my grip, his hands flying to my shoulders for support. “Tyler!”
He starts to harden almost instantly, the haze of pleasure already engulfing him again.
I stare at his dick like I’ve never seen it before, strangely fascinated by the visual of it disappearing and reappearing through the tunnel of my hand.
He feels so silky and hot, different from me but not really.
Familiar but not quite. For one, I can easily wrap my fingers around him. He fits perfectly.
Huh, I think I found a new hobby.
“How are you so cute, even here?” I wonder out loud.
Jamie gasps, hips stuttering. “Am not.”
“Oh, but you are. Your cock is so pink and pretty. Like the rest of you.”
A big drop of precum pools at the tip at the praise. I smear it around, the slick sound of my hand jerking Jamie’s cock filling the room.
My tongue peeks out to lick my lips. Damn, I want a taste.
I flop onto my back, taking him with me. He whines when I release him, but I need both hands to move him. Taking him by the hips, I hoist him upwards until he’s straddling my chest.
“Tyler, what—”
“Your ex was missing out.” That’s all he gets from me before I flex my neck and wrap my lips around his cockhead.
Jamie’s whole body jolts, forcing a couple more inches into my mouth. I’m ready for it. Knowing how sensitive he is, I figured he’d react violently.
Trying to recall what I know from being on the receiving end, I flatten my tongue against the underside, getting the first proper taste. My eyes nearly roll back into my head. Fuck, how does he taste sweet even here, of all places? Does he shower in soda?
My plans to explore him in a new way are cut short. All it takes is me hollowing my cheeks as I pull back, and then I’m getting a mouthful.
Okay, I did not expect that. I swallow quickly so I don’t choke, but end up coughing anyway.
Jamie shifts backwards, slipping from my mouth.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” he chants, looking horrified. “I’m so sorry! Here.” He fumbles for the tissue box, plucks a few squares out and holds them in front of my face. “Spit it out!”
I open my mouth so he can see, then laugh at his absolutely scandalized expression. Considering how readily he drinks my cum whenever I fill his mouth, the irony is strong. I take a couple of tissues just to wipe my mouth, because damn, Jamie comes a lot.
“Wow. Figures I’d be good at giving head.” I’m kidding. I’ve barely done anything. Jamie just has a hair-trigger. “You okay, little bunny? Feel good?”
Now he looks more shocked than scandalized. “I had no idea.”
“About?”
“That I’d be that sensitive there.”
“What do you—” Wait a second. That can’t be right. “You never got head before?” Even if Asswipe never did it for him, someone must have, surely.
Jamie shrugs, pulling the t-shirt down over his spent cock. “Most guys I hooked up with went straight for the main course. I didn’t mind. You know I prefer being filled.”
Okay, maybe talking about who Jamie’s had sex with isn’t a great conversation topic.
“Still. That’s not fair.” In fact, it’s very fucking wrong. “Guess we need to make up for the missed opportunities.”
He blinks at me. “Huh?”
I push myself up again so we’re at the same level, and press my forehead against his.
“I’m asking once again. Do you want to be my boyfriend, Jamie? Not as an experiment,” I reassure him. “We’ll go on dates, annoy people with our PDA, and then go home and fuck like the needy bastards that we are.”
He lets out an amused huff, but I can still see fear and doubt reflected in his eyes.
“No hiding?” he asks, the words laced with reluctant hope. “I don’t mean that you have to start announcing it to everyone, but…no lies. Not me being a dirty little secret.”
“No hiding. No secrets.” I reach for his hand, interlacing our fingers. “The real deal.”
A single tear runs down his cheek. He sniffles before giving me the brightest smile I’ve ever seen on him.
“Yeah. Yeah, I want that. I want to be your boyfriend.”
Finally.
“Well, then…” I shift my weight. Jamie lands flat on his back while I cover his body with mine. “We should make it official, shouldn’t we?”
In answer, he cups the back of my neck with both hands and drags me down, our lips colliding. I know it’s just the imagination of my jumbled brain, but I’d swear that even the kiss tastes different. Do boyfriend kisses taste different? I need to Google that.
But that can wait. I have more important things to do right now.