Page 27 of Pick One
“You’re so fucking sweet.” I tugged harder.
“I’m in love with you,” he blurted.
I froze.
“I… I mean.” He swallowed convulsively, looking suddenly afraid, but then he straightened his spine. “Actually, I mean exactly what I said. I’m in love with you. And I’m tired of pretending I’m not. I’m tired of pretending I only want you as a friend when you’re so much more.”
So was I.
His neck and jaw were smooth under my lips as I kissed my way back up his neck to take his mouth once again.
But before I did, I leaned in and whispered. “Good. Because I love you, too. I always have.”
Teagan surged up on his toes, pushing me against the opposite wall, and fused our mouths together. God, I loved the way he kissed. Then he dropped to his knees right there on the floor, kissing his way down my happy trail and fumbling with the button on my pants.Fuck, I really loved that, too. So much that my breath stuttered and my hips surged forward, wanting the hard press of his hands.
Together we managed to wrestle my pants down and off. My cock bounced against my stomach, and Teagan stared at it while slowly licking those perfect lips.
“Please, T,” I begged softly.
He smiled up at me brilliantly. Then, he gripped the base of my cock with one smooth hand, and his tongue darted out to lick the tip. He closed his eyes like he was enjoying the flavor.
“Oh, yeah,” I approved.
Then the scalding heat of his mouth engulfed me as he took me to the back of his throat in one smooth movement.
“H-holy fuck!” I yelled. My hand tightened in Teagan’s hair while the other scrabbled against the wall, trying to find something to hold on to since gravity had ceased to exist.
Teagan moaned lewdly in response, like he was enjoying this as much as I was, which simply couldn’t be possible.
He braced his forearm against my thigh as he sucked me, using his tongue to swirl around my sensitive cock head, and his fingertips dug in to my muscles, leaving five distinct Teagan-shaped impressions.
I fucking approved.
“God, Teagan. So fucking good, baby. Don’t stop.”
I wanted to close my eyes and savor every sensation, but the view was too compelling to close my eyes. Teagan, on his knees, his mouth stretched wide around me, his eyes sex-hazed and watering just a little, and then below that, Teagan’s own straining cock, freed from his towel, which he was jerking with his free hand in time to the pull of his lips. Utter fucking perfection.
Way, way too fast, I felt my orgasm building, but I didn’t want this to end. I tried to stave it off by doing math problems, but even my fucking seventeens’ tables reminded me of Teagan and sex. He’d invaded every part of my brain… and I liked it.
“I’m close. I—Baby,please.”
He abandoned his own cock and dipped his hand between my legs, cupping my balls and rolling them gently. I widened my legs, silently begging him for more. He could do anything he wanted to me. My body was his.
He popped off and took a giant, trembling gulp of air.
“Come for me, John,” he whispered fiercely, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it, positively wrecked from my cock. “Want to taste you.”
“Fuck yes.Fuck. Yes.” I pounded each syllable into the wall with my fist. I wanted that. I wanted to own that mouth. Ruin it for anyone but me—
And holy shit, since when had my shy, nerdy self gone full-on Cro-Magnon chest-beater?
Oh, right. Since Teagan.
“I’m coming. Baby. I’m… Yeah,fuck, Teagan.” I held him in place by his hair as my hips stuttered once, twice, and then I came in wave after fucking wave, filling up that beautiful throat.
Teagan swallowed me down feverishly, greedily, like he didn’t want to miss a drop, and it was the single hottest thing I’d ever seen. Even hotter than all that had come before.
He slid off me finally with a low groan and gripped himself again while staring up at me.
