“It feels amazing. It’s like there’s a fire burning inside my belly. Or...like... Oh... Oh goodness... Charlie!” He cried out my name as he came. Ropes of cum landed on his stomachand chest, but he never closed his eyes. He kept those beautiful hazels on me as he shot his load all over himself.
I tipped over the edge with Jones. A shiver ripped up my spine as my orgasm hit me and spilled down our cocks. Down into my pubic hair and into his. I growled Jones’s name as he watched me, his teeth once again buried in his bottom lip, which I wanted to suck on. Sweat clung to my back and arms when I stopped to catch my breath.
Jones gave me a shy smile as I dragged two fingers through his cum before bringing it up to his mouth. He opened for me without hesitation and sucked them clean. When I did it again, he nipped at my fingertips, and I watched wide-eyed when his spent cock started to perk back up.
Someone was ready for round two already.
“Was that good?” Jones whispered softly. “I mean, it was for me, but was it for—”
I silenced his silly question with a hard kiss before I climbed from the bed in search of a washcloth in my bathroom. When I returned, Jones was sitting up and looked a little nervous, his shirt in his hand.
“Lie back down.”
He obeyed without hesitation, and I liked that more than I should have.
Jones was polite, kind, shy, and sweet. Nothing like the girls I had dated or had gotten off with back home. I was no good for him, and when I left, I knew I could never see him again, no matter what I told him. He smiled at me as I cleaned the cum from his body, and that pretty cock of his was harder than a rock between his legs by the time I wasdone. I pressed my mouth against his, and when I pulled back, he chased after me for more.
“Put on some pants, Bashful, and we’ll go downstairs to make something to eat.”
“Okay.” Jones nodded as he yanked his shirt over his head.
No, we weren’t doing that. I quickly went to my closet, dug out some joggers and one of my old Nirvana tees as well as something for myself, and came back out to hand them to him.
“Wear these.”
Jones beamed up at me with a smile so big I thought it might split his face. Without a word, he quickly changed into my clothes and stood up.
“They smell like you.”
“Come on.” I linked our hands together and led him downstairs to the kitchen.
Chapter Seven
Jones
I padded behind Charlie on bare feet as he led me down the stairs and into the kitchen. To be honest, my brain was still a little foggy with what had just happened. I mean, yes, I remembered Charlie put his mouth on me. I liked that a lot. So much so that I wanted him to do it again as soon as possible. And when he made me taste our cum. Shoot, that was hot. He was making all of my dreams come true.
“What are you in the mood for, Bashful?” Charlie turned to look at me over his shoulder.
He had given me another nickname, and I didn’t hate it. I liked the way it rolled off his tongue. He flipped on the lights in the kitchen, and for a moment I was blinded, but then Charlie was there pressing me against the counter, his mouth on mine again.
“I’m not much of a cook, but I know how to use the oven. And I’m really good with the microwave.” He reached down to grip my waist and lifted me up onto the counter like I weighed next to nothing. I kind of liked that, too.
I ducked my head. “Whatever you want is fine by me. I’m not picky.”
Charlie went over to the giant, shiny fridge and pulled the door open. “Frozen pizza sound good to you? I can pop a couple into the oven. It won’t take too long.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Charlie smiled at me as he turned on the oven, opened the pizza boxes, and slid them both onto cooking sheets. “Oh, I forgot something,” he announced, then walked back to me to pepper kisses against my lips, which caused me to giggle. “You’re really something special, Jones.”
“I think you should take a good look at yourself.” I reached up to cup his head with my hands. “Thank you. If I didn’t say it before.”
He tilted his head. “For what? Making you come? You don’t need to thank me. It was my pleasure to give you pleasure.” He removed my hands but brought them to his mouth and kissed my palms. “I meant what I said, Jones. You’re special. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
Warmth spread through my body, and I was thankful when the oven beeped to let Charlie know it was ready. He placed both pizzas inside, set the timer, and then came back to stand with me, pushing between my legs.
“Your dad lives here all by himself?” I asked.
