Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I suck in a sharp breath because I want that. Fuck, I want that.
Denver continues. “But if we never try another thing, I’m happy with what we’re doing now. Because you turn me on like fucking crazy, and there’s nothing that has made me happier in the last few years than when your hand is on my dick and your tongue is in my mouth. And if that’s all you could ever give me physically, I’m okay with that. You being here for me is more than enough.”
“Damn it, Denny.” I move closer, resting my forehead against his.
“What?”
“Why did we waste so much time apart?”
Why did I spend so long hating him when I should’ve realized why I was so upset at him? I have feelings for him. Like, wake up and smell the bisexuality in the air kind of feelings.
“Neither of us were really ready to face this back then,” Denver says. “You were blindsided by my feelings for you, I was still trying to convince myself that I was forming an unhealthy psychological attachment to you and what I thought was attraction wasn’t real, and then we both had to focus on our solo careers. Maybe our time apart was longer than we needed, but it gave us both some perspective that I’m grateful for. I don’t want to have to live without you again.”
I swallow hard. “Me neither. Since being with you, I’ve realized those deeper feelings for you have been there a while—maybe for years—but I associated those emotions with you being my best friend. I didn’t analyze it too hard because until you kissed me, I didn’t know. Hell, I still didn’t know until you turned up on my doorstep wanting forgiveness. The kind of hurt I’ve been carrying around isn’t because I lost my career. It’s because I lost you. And … you’re kind of the most important person in my life.”
“Mase …” Denver’s raspy tone makes my cock harden, and suddenly, all the sex stuff doesn’t matter.
If he’s willing to be patient with me, then I’m willing to go outside my comfort zone for him.
Starting now.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Denver
The moment Mason moves down my body, I’m keyed up and ready for it, but I don’t want to pressure him.
I lean up on my elbows while he gets to work on undoing my pants. “You don’t have to—”
“I know. I want to try.”
And try he does. Not that he has to try hard.
Being with Mason is unlike any of the hookups I’ve ever had. Every touch. Every sensation. I’ve never experienced that kind of intensity. My body yearns for it. It craves it.
I lie back on the couch and try to be as still as possible while he takes out my cock and gives a tentative stroke. I don’t want to thrust or move and scare him off. His breath is hot on my skin, his mouth not even an inch away from my dick.
When he finally lowers his head, it takes an insane amount of control not to come immediately. Mason starts soft and slow. He’s not so much teasing but testing it out.
With his mouth on me, it fills me with a weird sense of reassurance that he’s in this for real. Which is absurd because anyone can suck a dick. It doesn’t mean anything. But with Mason, it does.
It’s been obvious in the way we’ve been hooking up that he’s not one hundred percent comfortable with it yet. I give him a blowjob, and he jerks me off. I seem to be the one to take things to the next level.
But with this … Mason closes his mouth over the tip of my cock and runs his tongue over my slit. I leak precum into his mouth, and he moans.
“Is that a good moan or a bad moan?” I ask.
He pulls off me with a chuckle. “So good. I want to taste more.”
“Keep going,” I encourage. “I don’t think it will take long.”
Mason takes his time, only driving me closer and closer to the edge. His eagerness to please with his nervous energy somehow turns me on even more.
I resist the urge to thread my fingers through Mason’s hair while he works me over with his mouth. Instead, I grip onto the couch cushion for something to hold on to.
The wet slurps, the sight of his dark head bobbing up and down on my dick.
It’s too much.
I grunt in warning because I can’t seem to make my mouth form words.
If anything, that only spurs him on.
He sucks deeper, draws it out longer, and then does it again.
I grit my teeth, and my knuckles turn white as I tighten my hold on the couch cushion, and then all at once, my orgasm hits.
I shudder and gasp while I spill into Mason’s mouth. It’s impossible to rein it in. I let go, and my hips writhe.