The sound of my name in his mouth as he orgasms, the feel of his thighs and fingers contracting, the salty sweet taste of him filling my mouth, and the smell of his skin all combine to provide the backdrop of the single most erotic moment of my life. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and the only thing that would be more beautiful is the face he makes when he comes.
I reach down to pinch the head of my dick through my pants, but all I manage to do is give myself exactly the amount of stimulation I needed to fill my underwear with my own orgasm. I moan around Ari’s cock and lean down to lay my head on his thigh, breathing through my release as he softens in my mouth.
Ari falls back on the bed, and we stay like that, both of us catching our breath.
“Am I allowed to forgive you yet?” he asks.
“MmMmm,” I say with my mouth full, shaking my head no.
“Are you going to let go of that and come up here or is cock-warming a new service you provide?”
I don’t know about cock-warming, I just know that I’m comfortable here, and I like him in my mouth. I give a tentative suck, and Ari shrieks and bats at my head.
“Too much! Too much!” He squeals like he’s being tickled rather than sucked on like a pacifier, and he pulls my hair.
I reluctantly pop off him and adjust to get onto the bed next to him. Ari’s blue eyes are bright and curious, watching me asI sit on the edge of the bed and lie back the way he is, with my legs bent over the edge. I meet his gaze head on and give him a tentative smile.
“I’m not freaking out,” I tell him. I can read the thoughts in the creases of his forehead.
“Are you sure?”
“Do you want to go again so I can show you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Ari laughs and rolls to the side to kiss me. “Not yet, but I can return the favor in the meantime,” he says, hand trailing down my stomach.
“You don’t need to,” I say, face flushing as I reach to stop his hands.
His face falls, and I immediately regret stopping him. I don’t want him to think I don’t want him, I’m just embarrassed. To encourage him to keep going, I link our fingers together and push them back down the path they were on.
“Will, you don’t have to?—"
He stops just as the tips of his fingers push below my waistband. Eyes wide, he pulls his hand back and holds it up to his face, like he needs to see for himself. “Did you?”
I swallow, trying and failing to not show my embarrassment too much. “Like I said, you really don’t need to.” I chuckle nervously.
“Well, that’s—” I think he’s going to make a joke, but he doesn’t. “Thank you.”
“What?” I blink up at him, confused.
He grins shyly. “You could have run away or stopped me from finding that, but what you just did is give me proof that you were as into that as I was.”
“Maybe more so,” I laugh. “I know I probably wasn’t very?—”
“It was the best I’ve ever had, Will. You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
“Say it again,” I whisper.
TWENTY-FOUR
WILL
The next morning, while I’m helping the equipment crew unload for soundcheck, Zane eyes me warily.
“You’re in a good mood.”
“It’s a nice day.”
His eyes narrow. “Did you murder him? Because I need to know if I need an alibi or something. And please don’t ask me to help you hide the body, I haven’t been here long enough for that. Maybe ask Cory or Eric.”
