Page 47 of The Art of Drowning

I could not, however, get that same logic to apply to myself. I’d tried, and I’d planned to ask him some time if that’s something he’d be okay with me doing, but I always chickened out.

Damien was braver than I was.

“Yeah,” I told him, after probably too much time had passed, because Damien paused.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to. You can say no.”

He was so sweet and earnest, so fucking sincere that I didn’t have to accept his offer to blow me, that I had a hard time not laughing.

“I promise it’s okay. I was just having a mini crisis about the fact that I’d wanted to ask you the same thing for a while but haven’t been able to get up the courage.”

Damien, however, had no qualms about laughing and it bubbled out of him as he sank to the floor between my knees. “I’m not sure if I’m brave or just really fucking horny.”

Damien’s hands slid down my sides, his fingers dipped into the waist of my lounge pants. It was a Saturday afternoon, and I’d planned on staying home and doing nothing all day so I hadn’t bothered getting dressed. Or putting underwear on. And the tent in my pants made that fact super fucking obvious.

Damien held my gaze and leaned forward, putting his mouth on me over the fabric of my pants. A sound tried to come out of me, and I tried to stop it and the result was the most unsexy choking noise coming from my throat as I tried desperately not to come.

Damien didn’t say anything about the noise I made, and instead he closed his eyes and continued to mouth me through my pants. It was hot and damp, and it had no business being as arousing as it was, but my balls were about to burst and my stomach hurt from using everything in my power not to come all over the place before he even got my pants down.

He looked up at me and leaned back, holding my gaze. I was mesmerized or bewitched or something, unable to even blink. He pulled my pants down a little, and I lifted my ass to help him. And then suddenly I realized my dick was exposed and Damien was really going to⁠—

Oh.

My.

God.

Ohmygod.

Nothing had ever felt so good, and I worried a little that nothing would feel as good again. Damien’s mouth was soft and warm. His tongue caressed my cock, and I fit into his mouth like I was meant to be there. It was a fucking trip to look down and see my cock in someone’s mouth. And not just anyone.

Damien.

Damien was sucking my dick like it was his life’s mission. He was eager and messy, and he ended up choking himself on my cock, which had no business being as hot as it was.

My hands sank into his hair, and I realized, when he choked a second time, that I’d been pushing on his head, so I made myself ease up. I carded my fingers through his hair once, then again, before holding on to him.

“I’m not going to last,” I warned him. “I’m close, oh, God.” I tried to pull away, but Damien stayed where he was and let me come in his mouth, and down his throat, and on his lips.

I’d never forget how he looked when he pulled away. Red, puffy lips slick with spit and come. Eyes that burned bright like stars, and a sassy, proud-as-fuck expression on his face.

“That was…” My breath panted out of me like I’d run a marathon. “Holy fuck. My bones melted.”

It only took me a second to work up the courage to make the offer. “Did you want me to return the favor?”

I thought Damien would jump on the chance, but he just smiled at me kind of softly and said, “Not yet.”

“Why not?” I asked, suddenly offended that he didn’t want my mouth on him. Did he think I’d be bad at it? I’d seen his dick before, touched it, held it and jerked it, so that couldn’t be his reason for rebuffing my advances.

Damien rose up on his knees and he was only a little shorter than I was when I was sitting down. He stared me in the eyes, not caring that my dick was still hanging out of my pants.

“It’s not a tit for tat thing, Cal.” His voice was soft. “I don’t want you to offer because you think you owe me something.”

“That wasn’t… I want to,” I told him, imploring him to believe me. “I’ve wanted to for a while.”

His face broke into a grin. “Really?” His voice tipped up and delight danced in his eyes.

My only choice was to roll my eyes at him. “Yes, really. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a little crazy about you.”