Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I kept jerking myself, felt my balls already tightening, ready to let loose as Ashton thrust between my lips. He pulled my hair, then rubbed my scalp as though trying to soothe the sting. His breathing picked up, his eyes closed again as his thrusts became quicker, more urgent. I hollowed out my cheeks, sucked him.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna come, Campbell. Pull off. I’m gonna come.”
But I didn’t. Why the hell would I do that? His load was my reward, so I went deeper, worked my throat muscles around his thick cock until he pumped his hips again, kept himself buried there, cried out, my name on his lips as he spilled in two long spurts down my throat.
My own orgasm barreled down on me. I pulled off him, worked my cock, held his eyes, his intense stare snared on mine until my vision went blurry, my whole body tingled, and I shot, one spurt hitting the bed, another Ash’s leg, and a third the floor.
My eyes darted away, wondering if he would freak out, wondering if this would be the moment he realized just how gay he truly was and ask me to leave, but he didn’t. Not Ash. He was maybe the bravest person I knew, outside of my brother, at least.
“Being gay…it’s more than sex. Obviously, I get that, but this moment… Christ, Campbell, this moment is one of the realest of my life. The most honest. That sounds dumb. I—” He shook his head.
“No, it doesn’t, Ash. I get it because my moment was on the dock with you.” It wasn’t an admission that had been easy for me to make. My pulse thudded, and my head felt foggy.
He smiled down at me, and I swear he damn near glowed. “I love that I’m responsible for your gayness.”
“Dumbass.”
“You sucked my dick, Campbell.”
“I did…came on your leg too.” I swiped at the come on his calf, looked for something to wipe it on.
“Wait,” he rushed out. “You tasted me… I want to taste you too. It’s only fair.”
My stomach flipped, got light. He was going to kill me, ruin me. I held my fingers up to him, and Ash leaned over and sucked them into his mouth. “Thoughts?” I asked him.
“An acquired flavor, maybe? I’ll get used to it.” He winked, then grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. He brushed his thumb against my nipple, let his hands slide down my sides, my waist, touched my flaccid cock. “I used to dream about this…touching a man this way. Feeling a male body against mine. Then I’d go get drunk and find a woman to fuck, tell myself I was just confused. But it wasn’t just that. I’d wonder what it was like to just talk with another man I shared something like this with…go to the movies, play football with him. Tackling would be a whole lot more fun that way.” He snickered humorlessly. “I was so damn scared, Campbell. I still am. I don’t know if I can do this…how to do this, but it makes it easier that it’s with you. I’ve always been able to hide it, pretend it didn’t exist, except with you. But out there, in the real world, I don’t know if I can do it.”
“I’m not really into exhibitionism anyway.”
“Funny. I’m being serious, though.”
“I am too, in a way. Do you think I’m going to push you? Rush you? Expect you to go out there and tell everyone we’re…what, boyfriends?”
“Is that what we are?”
What would he say, I wondered, if I told him yes? Did I want that? To try and put a name to what Ash and I were doing? Probably, yes, but that didn’t mean he was ready. Or hell, that I was. Not with him. “We’re us. We’re friends, sort of enemies. We laugh together and tease each other and drive each other crazy. Only now we give each other orgasms too. You don’t have to name it anything. Like I said, I’m not rushing you, Ash. This is your life. I would never expect you to come out before you’re ready.” But I did wonder if he would ever be ready…and I knew he did as well.
“Will you stay the night?”
No…don’t do it. Put some space between you. “Yeah.”
“Can we stay naked?”
“Obviously. And this is weird, you asking me questions like this.” Not because of his honesty—Ash had always been blunt—but because of his lack of experience, because of his vulnerability.
“It’s because it’s you. Don’t know what in the hell it is about you, Cranky Campbell, but you do some kind of something to me.” He took my hand. “Come on, let’s shower together.”
We did just that. We didn’t touch while we were in there, but he did watch me the whole time. My dick started to get hard again because Ashton fucking Carmichael had his eyes on me while we were naked in the shower. I dare any man not to get hard in that situation.