Page 96 of Unspoken Confessions
So many that I wanted to say to him.
I want you. Just you.
I want us to move in together.
I want to be with you.
I want you inside of me.
I want…
But instead of saying any of those things, I dropped to my knees. His already lust-filled eyes, turned even heavier with desire.
His cock was so much more impressive up close and that was saying something. I wrapped my hand around the base of his hardness as my tongue darted out to taste the bead of wetness clinging to the tip. More followed it and I didn’t hesitate to lap that up too. The small trace of the silky, sticky texture wasn’t enough to satisfy me. I wanted more, I wanted to taste his cum.
His cock nudged against my lips and I parted them, inviting it in. My tongue worked as my cheeks hollowed with a long suck.
I was surprised at how easy it came to me. I guess I’d never thought about it like this before. And I was even more shocked at how much I loved the way he filled up my mouth and felt heavy against my tongue.
I was so hard that I had my hand wrapped around my cock without even realizing it.
I could only imagine how it looked.
If the heavy lids and burning lust in Jameson’s eyes were any indication, it was one fucking hot scene.
I sucked him harder, blinking away the water that splattered all over my face and clung to my lashes.
“Drink me down, Nicky,” he growled and I lost it.
I came, moaning as I tried to suck him harder. He grunted as his hand wrapped around my jaw. He held me firmly, as if to make sure I kept my eyes on him. Then he came, flooding my mouth and I swallowed it down. The flavor hit my tongue briefly. The taste… different but not unwanted. Salty, musky, and a little bit bitter, but not in a bad way. As he slid out of my mouth, my tongue dragged along the underside of his shaft. His whole body seemed to shake with a shudder as I curled my tongue around his head and collected the last trace of his taste from the tip.
“Fuck, Nicky,” he said as he pulled me up.
My back hit the tiled wall and then his lips were on mine. His kiss was ferocious. Like he was greedy to taste himself on me. Like he was hungry for more. Like he needed to show me how much it meant to him.
“I love you,” I told him once we broke apart, my eyes might have been shining a little with unleashed tears.
I’d never felt like this before. Maybe part of that had been because I’d never allowed myself to. But I think that was only a small part. A big part of it was Jameson. It was the way he looked at me. The way he touched me. The way each thing he did held so much meaning behind it. A simple look. A lightly placed kiss on my temple. A brush of his fingers against the back of my hand. It all meant more.
“I love you too,” he responded. “Come back to Atlanta with me.”
I gasped.
Okay, it wasn’t exactly like he’d asked me to move in with him, but it was close. It was a step in that direction. It meant more than just going back with him.
I mean, truth be told, we didn’t know each other that well.
But something in my chest beat with warmth and I didn’t want to let go of that feeling.
“I hope you’re ready to be stuck with me for a while,” I responded with a shy smile.
“I’d be fine with forever.”
And that smile did not come off my face for a long time.
Jameson
Three months later…
