Chapter 4
Chapter Four
NED
“We won the lottery,” Carlos echoes, staring fixedly at the ticket. “I think I need to sit down.” He drops to the floor right there in the middle of the room. That seems like a good idea, so I join him.
“How is this even possible?” I wonder aloud, and he shakes his head. “What do we do next? Call the lottery people? What’s the process?” Can I quit my job yet? My soul turns cartwheels at the thought of never having to process another damn invoice.
“I don’t know. I guess call them first? Listen…” He swallows hard. “This is your ticket.”
What? “No, it’s ours. You paid for half.” Fair is fair, and anyway, we’re talking about a hundred and eighty million dollars. I think I can afford to share it with him.
“I gave you the dollar to pay for everything you bought, free and clear. There was no expectation—”
“I have an expectation,” I interrupt. “I said if I won anything, I’d split it with you. This money is half yours. I’m firm on that.”
The warmth in his dark brown eyes as he looks at me makes me feel special. Like I’m not just an ordinary guy with a boring job who’s slowly letting himself go.
“Are you really sure? Because the money would be fucking awesome, don’t get me wrong, but I want a chance with you more. I’d rather you kept all the money and went on another date with me than give me the money and I never see you again.”
Aww. I chuckle. “That’s really sweet, but… really? You’d give up ninety million dollars for another date with me?”
He pulls a face. “I mean… I didn’t say I wouldn’t kick myself for it later.”
We laugh. I can’t believe this is happening.
Not just the money—though it’s going to take a while for me to believe that—but this attractive, sweet, fun guy who’s into me, sitting on the floor at his apartment, cracking jokes, just being comfortable together.
How can so much have changed in just two days?
I take the lottery ticket from his hand and reach over to put it safely on the coffee table, under the remote so it won’t get lost. Then I lean in and kiss Carlos.
He responds instantly, meeting me halfway, taking control of the kiss and pushing me back to the carpet.
I lie under him and wrap my arms and legs around him, soaking in the heat and weight of him, his cock hard against my thigh.
Mine is pushing against my jeans, desperate to join the party, and I tug on Carlos’s shirt, hoping he’ll get the message without me needing to break away from his mouth to say the words.
The sound he makes only stokes my lust, and then his hand slides down between us and into my jeans, wrapping around my dick, which pulses hotly. He breaks our kiss and plants hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down my neck to my collarbone, then back up again.
“I love this beard,” he murmurs, mouthing against it. “Want to feel it all over me.”
Yessssss. “Against your balls while I swallow your cock?” I whisper, and he shudders.
“Fuck, yes.”
“Then get your pants off.”
He scrambles upright and yanks his shirt over his head before reaching for his waistband. I do the same, conscious that I’m not toned like him. My habit of self-medicating with frozen dairy products instead of eating a proper dinner has led to a bit of a belly.
Carlos doesn’t seem to care, though. When I look up, his lust-glazed eyes are fixed on my chest. “You’re so hairy,” he breathes, and from the way he licks his puffy lips, that’s not a bad thing. In fact, it might be very, very good.
“Wanna pet my fur?” I ask, then feel like an idiot. Far from laughing, though, he reaches out and puts both hands on my pecs, running his fingers through my blond body hair. Then his mouth joins in, and I clutch at his shoulders as my whole body sags into the pleasure of being worshiped.
Except my dick, which strains even harder, begging for the same attention.
“Strip,” Carlos orders, his lips still pressed against my nipple. “I want to taste you everywhere.”
“I was gonna suck you,” I protest. Not that I mind, exactly, but I was looking forward to getting his cock in me.
He hesitates, clearly torn between blowing and being blown. “Sixty-nine?”
“You’re so smart.”
We pull apart and waste no time getting rid of the rest of our clothes, and then Carlos steals another kiss before lounging back on the rug, propped up on one elbow. His hard, dark red cock stands at attention, the tip beaded with precum, and I bend my head to lap it up.
“Give me yours too,” he begs. I linger for one more lick before backing off and maneuvering into position on my hands and knees over him. “Yesss,” he says, and then his hot, wet mouth closes around the head of my dick, and all rational thought flees.
Instinct takes over, and I lean down to swallow his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel my lips stretch around it.
It’s so hard to concentrate on what I’m doing with Carlos working me over so expertly, so I make sure my teeth are covered and just go with what feels good.
A distant part of me remembers his comment about my beard, and I adjust the angle of my head, allowing it to rub against his skin.
From the sound he makes and the way his throat closes around me, I think he liked it.
It doesn’t take long before my balls draw up tight. Carlos brings his hands into play, tickling lightly over my sac, then gripping firmly. I pull off his cock and gasp, “Coming!” but he doesn’t draw back, and I spurt my load down his throat, barely able to keep from collapsing on top of him.
When I’ve been drained dry, I let myself tip sideways onto the rug, panting. I sense him sitting up and drag my eyes open to look at his smug smile.
“Okay?”
In response, I reach out and firmly grasp his dick, which is hard enough to cut diamond. He groans low in his chest, and with three strokes, I bring him off, loving the way his cum sprays over me.
“Now I’m okay,” I grunt, lying back. He gives a breathy chuckle and slumps down beside me.
As our breath gets back to normal and our bodies cool, my brain reengages.
“What happens now?”
Without looking, he reaches out and takes my hand. “We take things as they come. And maybe use our winnings to pay for a second date.”