Page 65 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

Well, noteverything.

He hadn’t known I was gay.Or that I’d crushed on him since we were teenagers.But he’d been Shannon’s dance partner.He’d been like a little brother to me.So, yeah, not cool.I headed to university with plans to come out after graduating.Life intervened, and that never happened.What did that make me?A thirty-one-year-old virgin.

Not a complete virgin.I had toys.Did that count?

Probably not.

Cadence sucked my cock down his throat again.

Jesus.

I kept saying that.Part prayer, part worship.I mean, I always assumed a blow job would feel amazing.But Cadence blowing me?Better than any dream I could ever come up with.His mouth was warm, wet, and inviting.He held my hips in place, preventing me from bucking up.“I really am coming.”

He sucked harder.

I gave up the battle.

The orgasm tore through me, ripping my sanity from me.Electricity arced through me.It singed my hair, curled my toes, and fried the circuits in my brain.

And still Cadence sucked.

Jesus, there wasn’t going to be anything of me left by the time he finished.

I was completely okay with that.

Pressing the heel of my hand to my forehead, I let out a jagged exhalation.I jolted when Cadence pulled off with a pop.He pressed a kiss to my flaccid dick, then he crawled back up my body and, before I had a moment to think, he thrust his tongue in my mouth.I’d tasted my cum before, but this was different.Hotter.More carnal.Sexier.

He pulled back with a wicked grin on his face.“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”And I did.Implicitly.With my whole soul.

“Great, spread your legs.”

I did.He rocked back on his heels, so he sat between my thighs.He stroked my sensitive cock once before palming my balls and rolling them in his hand.

More sensation ricocheted through me.I couldn’t even identify all the feelings his tenderness evoked in me.I moaned when he released me but perked right up when he snagged the lube.

“I need to get you warmed up.”

I was already pretty warm.

He pressed a finger to my entrance.

Oh.Okay, yep, kind of cold.And unexpected, although not unpleasant.

He pressed a hand to my sternum.“Breathe with me, Marcus.”

I liked the way he said my name.Light.Breathy.I did as instructed.

After a few breaths, he pressed his finger in.

I met his gaze, then gave a slight nod.

He increased to two fingers.

The burn wasn’t overwhelming, but it held me captive in the moment.He twisted and scissored, then he crooked his finger and holy hell, he hit my prostate.This wasn’t new to me, but the novelty of someone else causing this sensation?Another arc of electricity shot through me.

I moaned.

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