His other hand is wrapped around his shaft, slowly stroking it. He lifts his head and turns it my way when he hears the door open. Even through the glass, I can see his pupils are dilated, swallowing up the clear blue. His breathing is heavy and his chest pumps even harder when he sees me there watching him. My own desire spikes at the sight of him pleasuring himself. I walk forward and yank the door open so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t fly off the hinges.
“I see you’ve started without me,” I say, need and want evident in my voice.
“Just warming up, waiting on you,” is his husky reply.
He drops his hand and turns to face me. I advance quickly and back him against the wall, our bodies meshing together.
“Want me to finish for you?” I ask, licking along his jawline.
“You fucking better.”
I quirk a brow at him and he gives me a sexy half smile. I drop to my knees and engulf his entire length in my mouth without warning.
Pure satisfaction slides through my body when he shouts, “Andrew!”
The sound of him calling my name almost has me shooting my load on the shower floor. It’s music to my fucking ears. That’s one thing I know with certainty I’ll never get tired of hearing.
Jase
“What’s your favorite color?” Andrew asks me.
We’re sitting outside Joe’s garage at the picnic tables eating lunch. Andrew called about an hour ago and informed me he was on his way here with lunch from Maggie’s. This is the second time this week he’s brought me lunch at work. It’s only been a few days since I finally gave in to Andrew, and I love every single minute of it. We haven’t really gotten the opportunity to get to know each other much. Instead, we’ve been spending our time fucking. While those times are hot as hell, we both decided to play the generic get-to-know-you game.
So, here we are. Andrew eating his roast beef sandwich, me eating my Philly cheesesteak, while we play silly, girly games. I feel ridiculous, but at the same time, I’m enjoying learning about him.
“Gray,” I answer. “You?”
“Green. What do you like on your pizza?”
“Chicken bacon ranch.”
“Jase, man, that’s fucked-up. Pizza is supposed to have red sauce, not white,” Andrew says with a full-body shudder.
I chuckle at his overdramatic reaction to my pizza topping choice. “Not my kind of pizza. That red shit can stay the hell away from me. What’s yours?”
“Plain old pepperoni, with extra pepperoni and light sauce.”
After taking a bite and a swallow of my water, I tell him, “Okay, my turn. How old were you the first time you had sex?”
“Fourteen. It was with a fifteen-year-old boy from the next town over. We were friends of a sort. He was visiting his grandmother who lived here in Jaded Hollow. I was horny all the damn time, but it was always the boys that turned me on. One day, Michael caught me looking at his junk while we were skinny dipping in Jaxon’s lake. He asked if I was into boys, I said yes, and then we were going at it like jackrabbits.”
An irrational bout of jealousy hits me at Andrew’s story. It’s stupid to think, but I don’t like the thought of him with anyone else. I want to pummel any fucker who’s ever touched him. He’s mine and should only ever have my scent on his skin.
“What about you?” Andrew asks, pulling me from my ridiculous thoughts.
I shake my head to clear it. “Thirteen. My first time was with a girl three years older than me. The thoughts and feelings running through my head scared the shit out of me. My family is the type that doesn’t take being different very well. I knew my dad would have a fit if he knew I was attracted to guys. I rebelled against the feelings and fucked whatever girl that would have me, trying to force the thoughts away. Obviously, it didn’t work.” I smirk at him.
“And thank fuck for that,” Andrew says.
That particular time in my life isn’t something I’m proud of. When I told him I
“I see you’ve started without me,” I say, need and want evident in my voice.
“Just warming up, waiting on you,” is his husky reply.
He drops his hand and turns to face me. I advance quickly and back him against the wall, our bodies meshing together.
“Want me to finish for you?” I ask, licking along his jawline.
“You fucking better.”
I quirk a brow at him and he gives me a sexy half smile. I drop to my knees and engulf his entire length in my mouth without warning.
Pure satisfaction slides through my body when he shouts, “Andrew!”
The sound of him calling my name almost has me shooting my load on the shower floor. It’s music to my fucking ears. That’s one thing I know with certainty I’ll never get tired of hearing.
Jase
“What’s your favorite color?” Andrew asks me.
We’re sitting outside Joe’s garage at the picnic tables eating lunch. Andrew called about an hour ago and informed me he was on his way here with lunch from Maggie’s. This is the second time this week he’s brought me lunch at work. It’s only been a few days since I finally gave in to Andrew, and I love every single minute of it. We haven’t really gotten the opportunity to get to know each other much. Instead, we’ve been spending our time fucking. While those times are hot as hell, we both decided to play the generic get-to-know-you game.
So, here we are. Andrew eating his roast beef sandwich, me eating my Philly cheesesteak, while we play silly, girly games. I feel ridiculous, but at the same time, I’m enjoying learning about him.
“Gray,” I answer. “You?”
“Green. What do you like on your pizza?”
“Chicken bacon ranch.”
“Jase, man, that’s fucked-up. Pizza is supposed to have red sauce, not white,” Andrew says with a full-body shudder.
I chuckle at his overdramatic reaction to my pizza topping choice. “Not my kind of pizza. That red shit can stay the hell away from me. What’s yours?”
“Plain old pepperoni, with extra pepperoni and light sauce.”
After taking a bite and a swallow of my water, I tell him, “Okay, my turn. How old were you the first time you had sex?”
“Fourteen. It was with a fifteen-year-old boy from the next town over. We were friends of a sort. He was visiting his grandmother who lived here in Jaded Hollow. I was horny all the damn time, but it was always the boys that turned me on. One day, Michael caught me looking at his junk while we were skinny dipping in Jaxon’s lake. He asked if I was into boys, I said yes, and then we were going at it like jackrabbits.”
An irrational bout of jealousy hits me at Andrew’s story. It’s stupid to think, but I don’t like the thought of him with anyone else. I want to pummel any fucker who’s ever touched him. He’s mine and should only ever have my scent on his skin.
“What about you?” Andrew asks, pulling me from my ridiculous thoughts.
I shake my head to clear it. “Thirteen. My first time was with a girl three years older than me. The thoughts and feelings running through my head scared the shit out of me. My family is the type that doesn’t take being different very well. I knew my dad would have a fit if he knew I was attracted to guys. I rebelled against the feelings and fucked whatever girl that would have me, trying to force the thoughts away. Obviously, it didn’t work.” I smirk at him.
“And thank fuck for that,” Andrew says.
That particular time in my life isn’t something I’m proud of. When I told him I
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