Page 64 of The Boyfriend Gamble

Miley Bunston had graduated from the University of British Columbia three years after I had. She’d moved to Mission City last year, working in an established clinic. She was, by all accounts, very competent—

Holy fuck, his hands are cold.

Hands now holding myveryrigid cock.

All thoughts of referring patients and other dentists fled my mind.

Through our entire voyage into the forest, I’d been uncomfortable, with my erection pressing against my fly.

Now this guy had liberated me, and I was bombarded by the sensations of rough calluses stroking up and down my sensitive skin. He elicited all kinds of pleasure, and then he ran his thumb over my slit.

“Are you ready?” His voice had a deep timbre.

“Yeah. I should ask if you’re sure.” Because consent was a two-way street.

He rumbled his laughter. “Yeah, Doc, I’m giving my consent.” Then he angled his head so he could scrape his tongue along my crown, lapping up any drops of precum that might be there.

The urge to thrust bore down on me. I wanted to know what it would be like to be in someone’s mouth. Would it be as hot as the videos of porn I’d watched?

Only a couple because of intense curiosity. I’d soon realized how people could become addicted, so I’d scrubbed my browser and moved on.

He sucked my crown into his mouth.

My back arched as heat flooded my veins.

Yes. This. And more.

As if he heard my unspoken plea, Spikey Hair sucked me down farther. Nearly all the way.

I worried he might gag, but he pulled back a fraction, then swirled his tongue around my shaft, all while he sucked and sucked and sucked. The feelings of affection grew, likely out of proportion to the pleasure he was bringing me, but I felt gratitude. At his generosity. At his gentleness that was mixed in with vigor. A huge contradiction.

Is he expecting me to reciprocate? Could I do that? Suck off a stranger’s cock?

I didn’t have an answer for that, and even as the thought flitted through my mind, it got shoved out by the sensation of my balls drawing up. A ferocity overtook me as I shouted something to the effect of, “I’m…fuck…”

Yeah. So articulate.

And I came. Hard.

He’d had the option to pull off. Instead, he doubled down and continued to suck me dry.

He brushed his hand against my balls, and another zing of pleasure shot through me.Oh God. Best orgasm ever. I did give a little apology to the dozen or so women with whom I’d been intimate in the last few years. Mostly during my university days—and no one serious.

Spikey Hair gently tucked my sensitive cock back into my boxer briefs, then re-zipped my jeans and secured the button. Finally, he gazed up at me.

Taking that as permission, I angled the light so I could see his face, but wasn’t shining the light in his eyes.

Oh shit.

What’s his name? Oh God, what’s his name? We went to coffee at Starbucks last week, for fuck’s sake. What’s his name?

He grinned. “Jasper. We’re in the same badminton league. Well, I joined a month ago. You’re pretty flummoxed, I can see. So it’s okay you don’t remember my name.”

Fuck.

Chapter Two

Jasper

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