Page 81 of The Boyfriend Gamble

His eyes darkened. “That’s not necessary.”

“But I want to. I don’t know if I can—”Give a blow job.

Slowly he nodded. He grasped my right hand and guided it to his crotch. He yanked his boxer briefs down, squishing the candy cane, and his cock sprang free. The rather impressively long phallus sat nestled in a bed of blond curls—just a shade darker than his hair.

“Jerk me, Cameron. I’m right on the edge. Just—”

I took him in hand and did just that. I had a vague thought of lube, but after six good strokes, he came.

Hard.

Spraying his cum on my shirt, my neck, and even a bit on my face.

I laughed. Joyously. Because I’d just made a guy come, and now, I had his cum on my face. Something about that struck me as really funny. Then, on impulse, I brought my hand, covered in his spend, to my lips.

And licked.

Huh.A little different from mine. Slightly saltier, if I had to judge. Was that because of what he’d eaten? I was so intensely curious.

His phone beeped.

“Oh, shit.” He wiped his hand on my shirt. “That’s the lasagna.” He yanked his boxer briefs up, scooted off the bed, silenced the alarm, and ran for the door. “You get cleaned up…” His voice trailed off and, moments, later, he clomped down the stairs.

Well, okay, then.

I just wanted to curl into a ball and hold him tight, but we had food to attend to.Thank Christ he set an alarm.I’d programmed the oven to turn off once the lasagna was cooked, but it should be checked to ensure it didn’t burn.At least the oven mitt is right there…

Still dazed, I tucked my cock back into my pajama pants, rolled off the bed, and headed for the bathroom.

Before I got there, though, I detoured to my walk-in closet where I retrieved a pair of jeans and a henley. I also grabbed two clean pairs of underwear. I dropped one on the bed before heading to the bathroom.

I didn’t need a shower, but I needed a good three minutes to wipe down my very sensitive cock, my chin, and my face. I grinned the entire time.Should I shave? That would be too obvious, right?Time hadn’t been on my side this morning, as I’d been nursing a bit of a hangover.Nope. Not going to do it.

Emerging from the bathroom, I found Jasper pulling on the clean boxer briefs. He grinned. “Thanks for these. I think I might’ve given your neighbors an eyeful with my deflated candy cane.

I actually laughed. “They’ll survive.” I held his gaze. “How’s the lasagna?”

How’d I do? For my first hand job?

“The lasagna is perfect.” He moved to me and stroked my chin. “You were perfect.”

Phew.

“I’ll go down and make a salad.”

“I knew you’d go healthy.”

“And some garlic bread.”

“Oh God, a man after my heart.” He held up a washcloth. “From your guest bathroom up here. I cleaned myself up.”

“Do you want a shower?”

“Well…”

I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Have one in my bathroom. I’ll put on a load of laundry—including your underwear—and then put the garlic bread in the oven.”

“Perfect.”

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