He closed his eyes and floated, the energy wrung from him. Light kisses teased his arms and shoulders. Bliss.
***
Rick followed Jordan into the bathroom, cleaning himself up while Jordan washed the vibrator with a cloth. He kissed Jordan’s neck and stroked his ass. He breathed the scent of shampoo and aroused male, sharper than the feminine scent he was used to with Cynthia. Everything about Cyn was sweet and nice, but it didn’t inspire the carnal longing he felt with Jordan.
Jordan had fulfilled all his fantasies, yet he ached for more. He wanted to give Jordan his fantasies, too. Could he go down on Jordan? He remembered how the head of Jordan’s penis had felt against his lips, how much he’d wanted to take it in his mouth.
He was terrified that Jordan would come that way. The other things he had done with Jordan were things he could have done with a woman. Sucking off another man would be different.
A slow inhale opened his lungs and forced the tension from his gut. He could finish Jordan off with his hand, right? He loved rubbing him, feeling the cum shoot out of his body.
He led Jordy back to the bed. “Your turn.”
They lay facing one another. He kissed his way down Jordan’s body, sucking nipples, licking abs. He kissed the trail of fuzz on Jordan’s stomach, then circled his tongue around his shaft. Jordan gave him a sweet moan in return.
The heat from Jordan’s cock teased Rick’s lips. Damn, he wanted it. Tentatively, he suckled the tip, and Jordy writhed. He kissed down to the balls, spitting out a hair. Strange it didn’t bother him. He took the balls into his mouth one at a time, and that didn’t bother him, either. He loved the way they fit into his mouth, the rough texture of the skin against his tongue. The sweet, earthy taste stoked his desire. It wasn’t gay sex that made him uncomfortable. It was the thought of being gay.
He was a fucking hypocrite. All this time, he’d been telling Jordan there was no shame in it, yet Rick felt shame. He was allowing himself to be affected by idiots. Who cared what they thought? The haters were the ones who should be ashamed.
He hooded the cock with his mouth. Jordy let out a deep moan. It hit him that Jordan had never had a blow job before, and he wanted to make it memorable. He sucked him in a long stroke, making him squirm. That show of Jordan’s pleasure tickled his chest.
Relaxing his throat, he swallowed him down. He gagged and tried again, sliding his mouth slowly from tip to root.
“So good!” Jordan cried.
He licked around the head again. With his hand, he pumped Jordy’s cock while sucking hard. He’d never fantasized about this, but he was sure as hell enjoying it.
He took Jordy deeper with each stroke, learning how far he could go without gagging. The sound of Jordy’s moans drove him on.
“Need to stop, babe,” Jordy cried.
He kissed his way up Jordan’s body while continuing to work that pretty cock. “Come for me.”
Jordan trembled, soft moans forming his mouth into an O.
His chest warmed at the look of pleasure on Jordan’s face. He squeezed and rubbed, then jacked him in fast strokes. Jordan gasped, and Rick pumped the cum from his lover’s body, continuing until he was spent.
He wiped his hand on the sheet and drew Jordan against him. Their lips mingled in soft kisses.
“Amazing,” Jordan murmured.
“For me, too.”
“You didn’t hate it?”
“Love your body.” His finger grazed Jordan’s chest. “I thought sucking you would make me feel like a queer, but I just feel like I love you.”
“Do you think I’m a queer?”
“I think you’re perfect,” he said. “Always have.”
“I think you’re perfect for me.”
He intertwined their fingers, then kissed Jordan’s palm.
They lay warm together. His gut tore open. Would they ever be together like this again? He drew a ragged breath and swallowed his sobs, but he couldn’t keep a tear from falling. Jordan rose up on one elbow and kissed him long, slow, and deep.
“I’ve never been this happy,” Rick said, “or this sad.”
Jordan nodded. “It’s getting late. Want some breakfast?”
“Um, yeah.” He sat up while Jordan dressed. He hated when Jordan turned to activity to stave off the emotions between them. He needed to talk about it, but he sensed Jordan couldn’t.
Jordan wanted them to be together. Rick’s sadness was his own creation. Of course Jordan couldn’t talk about it. What could either of them say?
“I need to figure out what life as an openly gay man would mean for me,” he said.
“I know.”
“If I come out, there’s no going back.”
“You don’t need to explain. You’re where I was three years ago.”
He scrubbed his face with his hands. He had thought, junior year, that he was in love with Cynthia. If he could feel that way again about a woman, would that be enough? What if no woman ever compared with Jordan?
What if, by the time he figured it out, Jordan had moved on with someone else?
Jordan had warned him that might happen. As long as he refused to commit to monogamy, Jordan was free to look elsewhere. Who was he kidding? A guy like Jordan—sweet and gorgeous and smart—would have no trouble finding a man willing to give him what he wasn’t.
***
Jordan looked over from the skillet where the pancakes sizzled, to the bed where Rick sat, fully dressed, staring at the cherry floor. He had no idea what his friend was thinking, but clearly something was occupying his mind.
Their weekend was nearing its finale. Impossible to say how it would end. The glow of sex was still warm in their veins, but the expression on Rick’s face said his mind had moved on to other things.
Jordan couldn’t worry about that. As much as he wanted a commitment from Rick, he wouldn’t allow himself to pine away for him. He needed to put himself first. Rick had a long journey ahead of him, discovering and coming to terms with his sexual identity. Jordan would support him as a friend, but he wouldn’t be his on-again, off-again boyfriend, available when it was convenient.
He knew who he was and what he wanted. Yeah, he wanted Rick, but more importantly, he wanted monogamy. Not random hookups. Not blow jobs in the bushes. A meaningful relationship with someone he could have a future with.
He was still a Boy Scout at heart.
He put the pancakes on the table, then went and sat by Rick. “Breakfast is ready.”
Rick took his hand. “You’re leaving me.”
He kissed his cheek. “We’re leaving each other.”
“No. I’ll never leave you. You’re my best friend, and maybe you could be my future. But we’re in different places. You need more from this relationship than I do. If I can’t commit, you’ll move on.”
“We agreed we wouldn’t sleep with other people—”
“But you’ll date guys who can give you things I can’t, and you’ll want that.”
“And you’ll date women.”
“What if I don’t?”
He fought the heat rising from his gut. Where was Rick going with this? “You said you needed to date other people to figure out your sexuality. And you wanted me to date other people to have that experience.”
“Yeah, but I’m an idiot. You were right. You date to find the right person, and when you find the right person, you stop dating.”
His chest rumbled with soft laughter. “Boy, you liked that vibrator more than I expected.”
Rick’s brow furrowed, his eyes darkening and turning liquid. “I’m serious. If being with you makes me happy, then what else do I need to know?”
He kissed him. “Your identity, babe.”
“Does it matter whether I’m gay or bi, when I’m in love with you?”
An ache gripped his temples. Rick was offering him the one thing he wanted most in the world. Could he risk accepting it? In the best of circumstances, love came with no guarantees. But especially not when you
were eighteen and living in different states and one of you was questioning his sexuality.
The odds were against them. And yet…sometimes people married their high school sweethearts, and it worked out. If Rick was willing to try, then Jordan was, too.
He squeezed Rick’s hands. “So, no dating other people?”
“Just you and me. I want to be your boyfriend.”
The words untied the careful knot he had kept on his emotions. Joy washed over him. Ragged breaths sputtered into his chest until he pulled in a deep gulp of air, opening his lungs.
He swallowed down the knot in his throat. “Are you coming out?” His voice was soft and strained.
Rick bit his lower lip. “Are you asking me to?”
“Not if you’re not ready.”
“This is still new to me.”
“I know.” Jordan kissed him. “What are you going to tell Cyn?”
“That it’s over. She doesn’t need to know why. She’ll assume it’s because of college, and that’s reason enough.”
“You’re over her?”
“I’ll never be over her. She was my first love.”
Jordan shook his head. “No—I was. Since first grade.”
Rick kissed him slow and tender. “You’ll always be mine, Jordy. Nothing can break the bond between us.”
He rested his head on Rick’s shoulder and looked out the window at the rolling hills. The friendship and love and sex between them weren’t separate things but one. The future that stretched before them was uncertain but exciting. Jordan was content to live one day at a time. For now, he had everything he wanted.
THE END
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Andrea Dalling lives in the sexy Southeast, where the summers are hot and the romance hotter. During the day, she’s an award-winning technical writer, but at night, she writes steamy stories. She loves to torture her characters but eventually rewards them with a happily-ever-after. Married to her college sweetheart, she’s a progressive Christian and an advocate for LGBT rights.
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Cynthia Darlington can't forget how Trent Weber kissed her before they left for college—backed up against her Mustang, wrists firm in his grip, her body yielding to his desire. Now, five years later, she seeks him out at their class reunion, newly aware of her submissive nature, and hungering for his dominance. With so much time and distance between them, he's practically a stranger now. Giving herself to Trent could be the culmination of all her hopes—or a teenage fantasy gone horribly wrong.
When Trent watched Cyn walk away after their kiss five years ago, it was enough humiliation to last a lifetime. But with one look at her in that tight black dress, his old desire resurfaces—and with it, the dark fantasies of her bound and submitting to his will. He longs to master this beautiful, confident, and supremely independent woman. If he can't convince her to submit to her darkest cravings before the weekend is out, he could lose his last shot at the one who got away.
This BDSM erotic romance novella is intended for an adult audience. It contains scenes of flirtation, hot kisses, erotic bowling, a spoiled sub, a demanding Dom, second thoughts, and second chances.
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