Page 50 of Maybe We Can Fake It

The doorknob turns slowly, then the door cracks open and Brenden’s face appears in the gap. I’m just standing here frozen, slumped sideways against the sink with my hand still on my dick. I can’t let go, because that will leave me even more exposed. As if it’s possible to be any more exposed than this.

What if he somehow didn’t know what I was doing in here? What if he thought I was hurt, and he was only concerned?

Well. If he didn’t know before, he does now. And instead of fleeing, he opens the door all the way, steps inside the bathroom, then closes the door behind him, leaning his back against it. For a few long moments, we stare at each other. Despite the immense awkwardness of the situation, my need to come hasn’t become any less urgent. My dick hasn’t gotten the memo that we should both go into hiding immediately.

Brenden steps closer, and I hold my breath as he reaches out, slowly, slowly. But then his hand moves around me to turn off the tap.Right. Yeah.

My heart is pounding so hard, he must be able to hear it now. He steps back again, and I still haven’t moved. When his eyes deliberately trail down my body, I almost moan. Gaze lifting back up to meet mine, he raises his eyebrows. Like a challenge.

Still not understanding what reality we’re in, I begin to stroke myself again. He steps forward, and I go faster. Then he moves in even closer, the small space of the bathroom putting him right in front of me in only a couple steps. His hand comes to my hip, and I break at the contact.

All self-restraint lost, I grab the side of his face with my free hand and yank him to me, my lips crashing onto his. I kiss him hard as I jerk myself harder. He grabs my bare ass and squeezes, which is embarrassingly all it takes for me to shoot off like a rocket, my cum landing who-knows-where between us.

And then it’s over.

Our kissing slows to a stop, and I reluctantly separate from him. I pull up my sweats, ignoring the sticky mess. Then my eyes drift downward, and I can’t help but notice the erection that his thin pajama bottoms don’t do much to conceal. I glance back up at him, words failing me.

I’ve obviously fallen into a parallel universe. That’s the only explanation for all this.

And please, just let me stay here. I don’t want to go back.

Brenden blushes, looking unbelievably shy now. Like somehow watching me jerk off wasn’t a big deal, but him getting turned on by it is. “Oh,” he says quietly. “Um. Yeah.”

I reach out for his waist, but he shakes his head.

“You don’t have to.”

“Do you want me to?” I ask him.

He gives me another deer-in-headlights look, and I almost apologize for offering. Apologize for all of this. But then he bites his lip and nods.

That’s all I need. Surging forward, I back him against the door before dropping to my knees. His sharp intake of breath only spurs me on. I’m mindful of the way his cock is jutting straight out as I begin to lower his pajamas, but once they’ve safely cleared his erection, I quickly tug them down to his ankles.

His cock is thinner than mine but a bit longer, the pink head glistening with a drop of precum that begs to be licked. So I stick out my tongue and taste it. The slight flavor of salt hits me, and I dive in for more.

He lets out a groan as I wrap my lips around the head. I glide my mouth down over his length, stopping before I take him too far. I’m tempted to force myself to take him deeper until I’m gagging on him. Sloppy, choking blowjobs are great, but I don’t want that for this first time. I want to savor him.

My mental faculties are returning, and I’m dimly aware that this will probably be thelasttime, becausewhat the hell are we doing?But that’s even more reason to go slow, to enjoy every delicious second of his cock in my mouth, and to make damn sure he enjoys it too.

I pull off him to lick a long stripe from his base all the way up to the tip, where I swirl my tongue around his head. I’m back down and tonguing at his balls when his legs start to tremble. Glancing up, I’m treated to the sight of him with his eyes glazed over and mouth fallen open. His hands are hovering around my head like he wants to grab it but isn’t sure he’s allowed.

“You can touch me,” I assure him. “However you want.”

As my mouth gets back to work, slowly sucking him down again, his fingers twist in my hair and tug, causing me to moan around him. That makes him moan too, but then I hear athunk.

When I look up to check on him, he’s got his head tilted all the way back against the door, baring his throat in a sexy way that makes me want to wrap my hand around it. If only I could reach.

“You okay?” I ask.

He uses his grip on my hair to guide me back to his cock, so I’ll take that as a yes.

I suck him off in earnest now, unable to hold back any longer. I use my hand to gently cup his balls as I press the tip of my tongue to the spot right under his head. He lets out a string ofcurses as his knees buckle. So I move both hands to hold his hips, pressing them firmly into the door. Once he seems stable, I let go.

“You can fuck my mouth,” I tell him.

“Can’t. Legs... not working.”

I give him a satisfied smirk before I resume sucking him like it’s my job, using my lips and tongue for all they’re worth.

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