I do it, then lean back again as he strokes, strokes, strokes me. He kisses my neck, his beard setting my nerve endings on fire. With his free hand, he lightly drags his nails back and forth along the sensitive skin of my belly, moving up to my ribs and—ah, Jesus—my nipples.
When I jerk away from the sensitive touch, he chases my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. I jerk again, wanting it, even if it’s too much. He moves to the other nipple and…fuck. That one’s just as good.
My balls tighten and my knees begin to shake, the pleasure building in my lower belly. I reach back for another kiss.
“I’m so close,” I whisper against his lips.
“Can you hold on for me?” he asks in a breathy, hushed voice. “Don’t come yet, baby.”
Thoughts recede to the back, and my world narrows to this simple request…command.
“Okay.”
I rest the back of my head on his shoulder. When his lips ghost over my neck, I start panting, willing my body to calm down even as he continues to stroke my cock and rub circles over my nipples.
“You’re. Not. Making. It. Easy,” I say, twitching and shimmying away from his teasing fingertips.
“Oh, baby. I love that you’re trying so hard for me. Hold on just a bit longer. I know you can do it.”
“Uh…uh-huh,” I pant.
“Spit,” he orders, and I comply.
The slicking sounds of his bare hand on my cock make this real, and he called me baby—twice—and I quickly lose my hold on this monster orgasm.
“I’m so fucking close. I don’t think I can hold out. Junior…I don’t—”
“Come for me, Tanner.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, his words—his permission—and suddenly, I understand why people call this arelease. His hand returns to my neck as he strokes my cock, amplifying the twitching, overwhelming pleasure flooding every nerve. Creamy white cum shoots from my cock in an arc, landing with a splat on the concrete floor. Another wave hits me, another arc, and then a funny little dribble down Junior’s knuckles as his hand maintains its hold on me.
As much as I feel like a marionette with its strings cut, I am solidly aware of the sensation of crossing a bridge. There is no going back after today.
Not to school, not to clothes that don’t suit, and most definitely not to the awful words I’ve let rattle around in my head for far too long.
6
JUNIOR
Fucking hell.
The calm it brings me to control his pleasure and body, to know he’s given himself to me, let me take over…Jesus Christ. I breathed him in like air, and now he’s limp against me, speechless.
“Tanner? You okay?”
“Sookay,” he sighs happily.
“Good boy,” tumbles out of my lips.
He shivers violently, and I start to apologize. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
“No,” he says, turning in my arms, meeting my eyes in a gaze I feel down to my toes. “I liked it. A lot.”
My heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest, burdened by the overwhelming weight of responsibility and the bubbly lightness of his trust. I let the silence go on for a beat too long, and he pulls up his jeans.
“Wait. Let me.” I fumble to help him with the button and the zipper. My hands then move to his hips, holding him in place while I sway with the earthquakes still rumbling through me.
“Hey.” He pulls back, cupping my jaw. “Areyouokay?”
