I gripped his cock by the base and licked the underside, savoring the moment and the clean taste. Somehow, it didn’t feel as weird as I’d thought it would. I liked Beck, and it was a part of him that I happened to like too. Could it be that simple?
Needing to know, I wrapped my lips over the head. The soft texture and warmth caused me to moan as I swirled my tongue. Arousal washed over me, hot and liquid, melting me inside and directing blood to my cock. Any worries I had floated away, giving way to excitement. I explored every inch, tracing the crown with my tongue, then claiming Beck’s cock to suck it while gripping it by the base. As if taking on a challenge, I tried to fit it in my mouth by sliding down, but when the tip poked the back of my throat, my eyes watered, and I retreated.
Out the corner of my eye, I saw Beck white-knuckle the edge of the couch. Worried, I looked up to see his face flushed and gaze hazy as he nodded. He parted his lips, but no words came out as he rolled his hips.
“Breathe,” I mumbled around his cock.
“I can’t. Or I’ll come,” he groaned.
“I’m waiting.” I was riding the rush of sucking cock for the first time, one hand stroking the base, the other on his abs, which strained under my fingertips. My eyes were still on his face when his breathing resumed in a ragged rasp before he released an animalistic sound that might or might not have sounded like my name.
I choked on the first shot of cum into my throat, the taste intense but not unpleasant. Swallowing, I got ready to continue until Beck’s balls were empty. I wasn’t about to half ass my first blowie. That was not my style. Another spurt coated my tongue, and I breathed through my nose,working my throat as more and more filled my mouth. I was still delicately sucking on the head when Beck’s shaking fingers pulled at my hair. Following the prompt, I lifted myself to straddle his thighs.
I jerked my cock, looking into the gorgeous brown of Beck’s eyes. Fuck, I was so close already, drunk on the look of frantic lust in Beck’s gaze, on the way his chest heaved from what I’d done to him, but most importantly, on the taste of his cum in my mouth.
He pushed my hand away and stroked me, bringing me closer to the edge by the second. The rough jerks and strong grip were different from any hand job I’d gotten before and were exactly what my dick needed.
“Oh fuck, Beck, I’m gonna—”
He yanked me down for a kiss, and I moaned my release into his mouth as I came on his chest over and over. He knew exactly how to hold my cock, how to stroke it to completion, and when to stop as it became sensitive to touch.
Our foreheads met as our ragged breaths mingled. The floaty feeling of postorgasmic bliss relaxed my muscles, and I waited for apprehension to hit me with negative feels.
Except that never happened. I glanced down, and a giggle escaped me. “Nightwing doesn’t look happy.” I pointed at the print on the T-shirt Beck wore. The oneI had since college.
The dryer picked that moment to ping, and I jumped off Beck. “Perfect timing! Your clothes are ready.”
With a spring in my step, I returned to the living room. Beck was shirtless, but my smile fell when I saw he was standing by the door next to his shoes.
I hugged his clothes to my chest, absorbing all the warmth I could in the face of Beck’s cold shoulder. His expression was serious, contrasting with his flushed cheeks and ruffled hair.
“Thanks.” He reached for the bundle, and I handed it over reluctantly. “I better go.”
“Are we cool?” My voice came out a lot less composed than I wanted it to. “We still have the rest of the box set to finish…” I took a step back, seeing Beck’s gaze everywhere but not on my face as he pulled his socks on and buttoned his shirt. My stomach dropped to my feet. Here went my new friendship, my crush, and my new sexual experience. Just because I had enjoyed it didn’t mean Beck had.
“Maybe some other time.” He opened the door and offered me an apologetic smile over his shoulder. “I’ll see you around.”
The gentle click of the door closing sucked every ounce of positivity left in me.
My version of bi-awakening meant failing with more genders than one. Wow, way to go, Cay. Way to fucking go.
Chapter Nine
Beck
Okay, coming and running had been a dick move.
It wasn’t my style at fucking all, but we’d warp-sped from kissing to my cock in his mouth, and none of that had been part of the plan. The plan had seen one look at what was happening and yeeted itself out the nearest window.
Once I realized what we’d done, though, the anxiety started ramping up so high my skin was crawling, and I didn’t even know this guy well enough to unleash the metric ton of catastrophes multiplying in my mind. Was I into guys now? Was this a thing?
I lay in my bed, my forearm slung over my eyes as I hid from the early morning light pouring in through thewindow. I’d definitely been all in with kissing him again. With having my dick in his mouth, with stroking his.
The memory of the heft of it in my hand, the smooth, silky feel, had me reaching down to tug at my morning wood. Precum already pooled at the slit, but a simple jerk-off session wasn’t going to do the trick. Not when all I could think of was Cay’s crushed expression when I’d bolted. I’d been nearing a panic attack at that point, my mind racing, my pulse thrumming, and my breath barely able to catch, but he hadn’t known that.
I scrubbed my hand over my face.
Fuck, was I bi now?
