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)
“Holy shit! Are you Ashton Carmichael?” a guy said from over my shoulder.
“Fuck!” another guy said.
And just like that, the calm of my evening was over.
Cranky Campbell: Linc insisted on Netflix after dinner. Apparently, he’s having issues with a guy he hooked up with who wants more.
I felt for Lincoln, I did, but I also wanted to strangle him because I’d been hoping Beau would come over after dinner. Lincoln was used to fucking around with guys. I was new to it, damn it. Couldn’t he figure it out on his own?
I didn’t say that, of course. Instead, I texted back: Eh. You’re getting a little too clingy anyway. I need a break from you.
Cranky Campbell: Whatever you have to tell yourself. I know you’ll miss me.
I would. Damn him.
Me: Ugh, I hate you.
Cranky Campbell: ;)
Now I was bored as shit and knew Beau wouldn’t be coming over.
So…I paced around, thought about how much it sucked that Beau wouldn’t be coming all over my stomach tonight, or me on his, it really didn’t matter which. If he wasn’t swallowing my load, I really liked when we came together, our bodies sticky, his jizz all over me and mine on him.
It wasn’t long before I realized there wasn’t one single part of me that wanted to be alone tonight.
But then…there had been something I’d been thinking about…
No time like the present, right?
I stripped, grabbed my laptop, climbed into bed, and found some gay porn. The urge had been increasing in me the past two weeks…to see two men together. Beau was always so confident in bed. I’d spent my life pretending I was confident there, but I truly wanted to be with Beau.
Okay…I could do this. I wanted to do this. I mean, it would help when Beau and I took it to the next level. The last thing I wanted was to always feel like he had to walk me through everything.
After signing up, I scrolled through the videos: twinks…I wasn’t sure that was my thing…guys in business suits, app hookups, delivery guys, blah, blah, blah…firefighters? My cock twitched. I sat forward. Okay, I could get down with that.
As though someone could see me, I looked around the room as the video started to play. A guy walked into a locker room, wearing the yellow firefighter pants without a shirt. Ridiculously, I wondered if Beau ever walked around like that, because it was hot as fuck.
He stripped out of his gear, then went to the shower, where there was another man. They kept looking over at each other, which yeah, I admit was a little cheesy, but the looking led to touching, which led to sucking cock, which wasn’t cheesy at all.
I wrapped my hand around my own dick, pumped it up and down, riveted by the scene in front of me.
And then…oh shit. I leaned in, watched as they moved to a bench in the locker room. The fireman bent over it, the other guy spreading his ass cheeks wide, then diving in, licking and sucking, making the fireman writhe and whimper. His eyes rolled back in his head. There was hair in his crack, but the other guy didn’t seem to mind. He told him how good he tasted, how tight he was, pushed his tongue in…and I licked my lips and stroked faster.
I gripped my balls, thought about Beau, about eating him out that way, about my tongue in that most intimate place on him. Would he call out my name? What would he taste like…feel like…
I wanted to devour him, to pleasure him, to make him fly the way he did with his mouth on my cock. I’d suck him too, wanted to know what it felt like to have his dick on my tongue, but it was when my balls tightened and I shot my load all over the keyboard, probably fucking up my computer and not giving a shit, that I realized how much I wanted inside him, wanted to experience everything with Beau Campbell.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Beau
I wonder if Beau has ever been in love. ~ Love, Kenny
“Beau?” Kenny said the moment I picked up the phone. I was on my way out the door to head to Ash’s, but instead sat down to talk to my brother.
“Hey, you. What are you up to?”
“I want to cook dinner for you tonight. Can you come?”
Ash and I were going to do some work in his yard and then planned to grill. A stab of disappointment cut through me, which I immediately felt guilty for. This was Kenny. I never felt disappointment in spending time with him. That wasn’t going to change just because I liked hanging out and fucking around with Ash. “You know I can’t pass up dinner with you and Mom.”
But then another thought stumbled through my brain…of me leaving Ash at home, alone, while I went to spend time with my family, and I asked, “Do you mind if Ashton comes? I don’t know if he’ll be able to, but—”