Page 30 of Tinsel & Tools
I had a hard time believing a man as attractive and kind as Cole didn’t have options when it came to taking care of his needs. However, he had no reason to lie to me. “You’ve gone without all this time?”
He shrugged. “It’s not like I made a conscious decision to be abstinent, but in a town like Brookhaven, there aren’t a lot of options. And most single people aren’t looking for a no-strings type of thing. They want a relationship, and I didn’t feel like I was ready for that.”
He may not have wanted a relationship, but not being touched by another person for so long seemed like a form of torture to me. I hadn’t had a serious relationship since Josh in college, but I’d never gone more than a couple months without a hookup.
I leaned closer and lowered my voice, as if what I was about to offer felt like a secret between us. “Then maybe it’s time you let someone take care of you.”
His eyes met mine. In them I saw doubt but also a hint of curiosity. “Gavin?—”
“There doesn’t have to be any expectations.” I took the beer bottle from his hand and set both on the counter, no longer caring about having another. “You’ve been denying yourself for a while. Let me be the one to break your dry spell.”
He swallowed hard, hesitating for several long seconds before he nodded.
I trailed my hand down over his waistband until I was palming his dick through the fabric of his pajamas. “Consent is important. I need to hear you say you want this.”
A low sound rumbled in his throat. “I want it.”
That was all the permission I needed. I dropped to my knees and quickly pulled his pajama pants and boxers down his thighs.
He leaned back, his fingers holding onto the edge of the kitchen counter. “You don’t waste time, do you?”
“Not when it’s something we both want.” I grinned up at him.
He cursed under his breath when I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. Two years of neglect had him getting hard from that simple touch. I stroked him once, enjoying the way his eyes screwed closed in pleasure.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“Yeah,” I murmured, dragging my tongue from his balls, up the underside of his cock, and then swirling it around the crown, tasting the drop of pre-cum already beading on the tip. “That’s it. Let me give you what you want.”
His hand found the back of my head, and his fingers tightened into my hair when I swallowed him deeper. I braced against his thighs and moved faster, bobbing up and down his length.
“You’re really fucking good at this,” he rasped, his hips jerking slightly as I continued to blow him. Within seconds, his legs began to tremble. “If you don’t stop right now, I’m going to come down your throat.”
I stroked him a couple more times. “Don’t hold back. Give it all to me.”
Taking him into my mouth again, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him down as far as I could take him. That did it. With a loud groan, his entire body went rigid, and then he shot his warm cum across my tongue and down my throat.
I swallowed everything he gave me and waited until his dick stopped pulsing before I pulled back.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I sat back on my heels and smiled up at him. “You definitely needed that. I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone who came so hard before.”
“Jesus, Gavin.” He shook his head and chuckled. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“‘Thank you’ usually works.”
That pulled another laugh out of him as he tugged his pajama pants back up. He glanced out the kitchen window, then looked at me. “Good thing you already decided to stay the night. It’s snowing harder than before out there.”
I rose from the floor and peeked out the same window. I couldn’t see much through the mass of snowflakes now blowing sideways. Back in the city, I didn’t drive often and tried to avoid it completely whenever the weather was bad. The last thing I wanted to do was drive down the winding road that led to the bed and breakfast in the snow.
He pushed off the counter and rubbed the back of his neck. “Come on, I’ll show you to the guest room.”
I followed him down the hall to the door next to the bathroom I’d showered in earlier. He pushed the door open to reveal a small room with a neatly made bed.
“There’re extra blankets in the chest.” He pointed to the cedar chest at the end of the bed.
“Thanks. I appreciate you helping me out tonight.”
He looked as though he wanted to say something. Maybe thank me for helping him tonight as well. Instead, he just nodded, and said, “Sleep well.”
