Page 24 of Oliver

“There’s gay romance, you know,” I tell him. His eyes light up at that, and fuck, I can’t even with this man.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” I say, with a chuckle and a smile. “Tons of them, and they’re really good.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“I can tell you some I like, if you want.”

“You read gay romance?” he asks, seeming rather stunned at the idea.

“Yeah, I’ve gotten some great stuff for my spank bank from reading gay romance, plus lots of amazing stories, too. I love reading about characters I can relate to.”

“Okay, tell me what to read,” he says, finger poised over his kindle.

“Um, okay, well, it depends what you like.”

He frowns and it’s too fucking cute. Damn I need to feel his lips on mine. It’s been too fucking long. “I don’t know what I like.”

“Okay, well, like there’s different genres, like contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, historical. Then there’s different tropes within the genre like, do you want a dark romance, or something angsty that might make you cry, or are you into the more feel good, fluffy stuff. There’s friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, age gaps, second chance, single father, cowboys.There’s even some taboo books that are really good if you’re into that kind of thing.”

He furrows his eyebrows. “Taboo? Like what?”

“Like stepbrothers, or blood relations if you want really taboo.”

His eyes widen. “People write about blood relatives doing the hanky panky?”

I can’t help laughing. “Yes. It’s fiction.” He nods.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that quite yet, but stepbrothers sounds intriguing. Or friends to lovers, maybe. Or age gap.” He flushes at that and I feel my cheeks heating slightly, too.

“Okay, well, if you want a good age gap you should try Until You by Felicity Snow. It’s got some kink but I think you’ll like it. If I’m wrong you can tell me. If you like that one she has a kinky stepbrother erotica you can try.”

He nods and taps away at his kindle, then turns to show me the cover of a sexy silver fox running his fingers through his hair and the title,Until Youdisplayed on the front along with the author’s name. I nod. “That’s it.”

“Mmmm, I like it already,” he practically purrs, and I laugh. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him say something like that before,acknowledging his attraction to another man, real or otherwise, except me, of course.

He sits back in his seat and even puts his bare feet up on the dashboard as he reads, and I can’t stop smiling. I’ve never seen him so relaxed.

Only five minutes later I’m pulling off the road and into a rest stop, putting the RV in park. He looks up. “Is everything all right? Why did we stop?”

I’m unbuckled and out of my seat in an instant, gripping his face and pressing my lips to his. He grunts and drops his kindle, then moans when I grip his hair and tug. God, I love that. I tilt his head back, sliding my tongue in his mouth and hearing him whimper. My cock jerks and I climb into his lap, straddling him.

“Fuck,” I breathe, when we’ve parted. His hair is a mess, his lips are swollen and covered in my spit and his eyes are blown wide. I can see his very hard cock tenting his shorts, and mine is throbbing too.

“Bloody hell. Did you pull over just to kiss me?”

“Maybe,” I say. “You were just so fucking cute at the restaraunt and then having this conversation about steamy gay romance and…God, everything about you turns me on, Oli.”

His eyes lock with mine for a second before he’s gripping my hair and crashing our mouths back together, sucking and biting my lips. I unzip his pants in a frenzy and he does the same to me. We start to jack each other off and suck on each other’s tongues at the same time, moaning and whimpering as we do. My cock throbs in his grip and he strokes me fast and hard.

“Fuck, Oli,” I gasp. His hand feels so incredible around my cock, and the feel of his cock in my hand just adds to the desire I feel for him. I want to make him come so badly. I match his rhythm as I stroke him and capture his mouth with mine again. Seconds later he’s whimpering into my mouth as I pick up my speed, gripping him harder, and I know he’s close.

He comes hard only seconds later, whimpering into my mouth repeatedly as he does, his cock spasming in my grip as he shoots his release all over my hand and his shirt.

“Fuck,” I cry. I’m so damn close. “Fuck, Oli.” He grips my neck and bites down hard, and I cry out, my release coating his hand and dripping onto my lap. I lean forward and rest my forehead against his as I come down from the high of my orgasm.

“Was that okay?” he asks, gripping my hips, his hand still sticky with my release.

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