Page 25 of Summer of the Boy

Yeah. “We can do that…we can so do that.”

Of course the words hardly leave my mouth before Rid drops to his knees in front of me, methodically unbuttoning my shorts then tugging them down around my hips along with my underwear so I’m there,plazow, erect and in his face.

One of his hands massages my balls, with the other he grabs the base of my shaft and then without any buildup just dives in, taking me wholly into his mouth.

Holy. Hell.

Ridley sucking. Sucking like his life depends on it. Cheeks sinking in as he bobs his head. He takes me too far and gags. I want to laugh but I have no more laughs in me, not right now. Love changes everything.

My ex knew what he was doing, and what he did was great. What Ridley does, what’s greater than great? Because that’s how it feels to have Ridley’s mouth on me, greater than great. So great that if I didn’t have the rock behind me to keep me propped up, I’d fall my ass to the ground. Legs giving out from pleasure too big for me to concentrate enough to keep standing.

He pulls back licking and nipping when his mouth tires of sucking.

“Are… you sure… you’ve never done this… before?” I pant out, as I feel myself getting close. And I feel him smile around me. “Because you’re… you’re… anaturalohshit.” I shout as I let go without warning. The poor guy gets the full experience whether he was ready for it or not.

And I was wrong.This is the greatest moment of my life.

“My turn.” Man, I’m anxious to get my mouth around him. “You ready for that?” I ask.

“Please,” he answers, though it sounds more like begging. Normally I’d need a minute to collect myself, but he needs to feel what he just gave me and I’m jacked to give it. A pure dopamine high.

Without bothering to tug my shorts up, I spin us, hauling him up so that he stands against the rock and I kneel down in front of him. His shorts are elastic waist and glide down over his hips as I move my hands down. Good freaking lord Ridley is beautifuleverywhere.

“You just gonna stare at it?” He teases me.

No. Definitely not. Well, maybe for a minute. Once I’ve had my fill of looking and tracing the veins and ridges lightly with the tip of my finger, like him, I go right in. Sucking, nipping and licking. His skin tastes salty and manly. I’m in the zone.

And yeah, I may have done this before, but hearing him, his grunts. His groans so low and guttural he has to be pulling them from the soles of his feet, I’ve never wanted to please someone so badly in my life. They spur me on. When my jaw starts to tire and my mouth gets sore, I switch to tonguing him from root to tip.

Feeling him squirm above me, I look up in time to see him close his eyes and drop his head back, pure ecstasy covers like an emotional film over his face. And the way he grabs fists full of my hair is so sexy I feel myself building up again. So when he takes over with his thrusting, I grip myself and start tugging.

Our releases come together.

Beautiful. Abso-freaking-lutely-beautiful.

I rest my cheek against the flat plain of his stomach, half of which is covered with his own splooge. It takes me a good five minutes to recover fully enough to stand. Wow.

When I can finally speak again I ask, “What’d you think?”

“I think I’m glad my first time, I did it with you. You were perfect.”

“Yeah, well. You’re a natural Rid. And you bring it out of me, like no one I’ve ever been with.”

Immediately we fall into each other, down to the sand kissing gently. I run my hands over the rounded apples of his cheeks and strong jaw. Neither of us bother to pull up our shorts so we continue to press and rub together skin to skin as we make out. Amazing.

This night turned from heinous to magical because of Ridley. Because he’s the strongest of the two of us. The best of the two of us. Despite how his brain configures the world around him or the way other people treat him because of it, he never lets it get to him, never gives up.

I hid from my family for a year.

Not ever again. Rid’s my hero. I need to be more like him.

Almost involuntarily my eyes close as I take in the feel of him touching me. The weight of his solid body pressing me into the wet ground. Admittedly sand creeps into crevices one doesn’t want sand, but I’m more than willing to take the discomfort now and shower later.

We go a couple more rounds of jerking and going down on each other, blissfully lost in the throes of passion until his phone starts ringing incessantly, along with text messages pinging in from his mother:Rid, the movie should have ended a while ago. Where are you?

Ridley, I’m worried. Call me back.

Are you with Leif? It’s getting late.

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