by Carly Marie
His eyes narrowed as though he was trying to figure out what to say. “Do you want me to stay? I’m off tomorrow, and Jenna and Seth will be fine on their own for the night if you want me here.”
I felt my face flush and my tongue became heavy in my mouth, so I patted the spot beside me in the bed, hoping he understood.
Jeff shrugged and pulled out his phone. I watched as he tapped out a message before placing it on the dresser just inside my door. He then stepped out of the room and flicked the hallway light off before he returned to the bedroom. He gave me a teasing wink. “Just so you know—I sleep naked.”
My throat went dry and my eyes opened wider than I thought possible due to my exhaustion. I hadn’t seen him naked yet. He’d had my cock in his hand, but that was as far as we’d gone to date. My cock was screaming to have him strip naked, and my brain was struggling to engage enough to come up with a reason to say no.
He must have read my shock because I saw him shrug. “I’ll leave my underwear on.”
My pajama pants had just been left in a pile beside my bed, and I was naked under the blankets, yet he was going to leave his underwear on? “I’m already naked. It would just be awkward to get out of bed to put clothes on now.”
Jeff shrugged as he started to remove his clothing, practically doing a striptease as he approached my bed. Maybe I was so tired that it felt like it was in slow motion, but I swore it took nearly three minutes for Jeff to unbutton his shirt. He made sure more of his chest was exposed with every button he opened. My imagination hadn’t been far from accurate. Jeff’s body was perfect. I almost told him he looked beautiful, but I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want anything to break the mood, or the show I was getting.
Once freed from his jeans, he made short work of his socks, and they joined the pile of clothes somewhere on that side of the room. Then the moment I’d been anticipating since he told me he slept naked. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of the bright blue boxer briefs he was wearing. Enough of the bathroom light illuminated his figure that I could see the large bulge. “You sure?” he teased as he began to slip the underwear down his hips, intentionally keeping his dick concealed.
My head bobbed up and down and a strangled noise escaped my mouth as my cock jumped in anticipation. I hoped like hell he understood I was still sure.
He finally pulled his underwear down, the waistband falling beneath the curve of his ass before he moved to the front and pulled it below his cock. It was exactly as I had expected, long and thin and perfectly proportioned to his body. My tongue traced around my lips. It had been a long time, and until I saw Jeff naked, I’d forgotten how much I loved going down on a man. My hormones screamed sexy times, but a yawn escaped my mouth that damn near cracked my jaw and demanded my dick wait.
Jeff’s eyebrows waggled. “Like what you see?”
“Oh yes. And I can’t wait to be awake enough to enjoy you naked.”
He chuckled as he slipped into bed and pulled the blankets around him. “Let’s see how well you sleep tonight.” He wasn’t shy about getting close to me, though we weren’t quite touching. My exhaustion made it easy to take the chance and wrap myself around him and pull him close.
The last thoughts I had were how good it felt to be holding him and how perfectly our bodies fit together.
CHAPTER 17
Jeff
My eyes cracked open at eight. I wasn’t normally a late sleeper. The shop opened at seven, so most mornings I was up before six to make sure the kids had what they needed for school and to get myself ready. Having a warm body to cuddle up to had been enough to keep me asleep until after the sun illuminated the room.
At first, I noticed the alarm clock, marveling at how long I’d managed to sleep. Then I started examining my surroundings. Mark’s half-hard dick was nestled between my ass cheeks. His right arm wrapped around my body, and his face nuzzled at the back of my neck. It felt so damn good—like I could stay there for the rest of my life and die a happy man.
I wasn’t at the point of confessing love to Mark or telling him I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. I could, however, admit that my gut, and my heart, told me we were building something big. My feelings for Mark might develop into something more over time, or it could happen later that day. I had to trust that I’d know what was right when the time came. If there was one thing I’d learned in life, it was that love had no timetable.
Shortly before my grandfather died, he told me the story of his first date with my grandma. They’d gone to the diner with friends, then went for a walk around the park near her house. He’d painted the most beautiful word pictures of them strolling along as the moon rose and stars came out, and the sounds of chirping birds had been replaced with crickets. He’d told me they talked about nothing and everything, and it had been the most picture-perfect first date. So he did what any sane man would do. He dropped her off at the small apartment she shared with another nurse, kissed her cheek gently, thanked her for the date, and apologized for not being able to see her again.
When I’d gasped at his admission, he’d patted my hand, chuckling lightly. “My boy,” he’d told me, “I knew she was the one for me that night, but I wasn’t ready to settle down or raise a family. So I went back to my house, laid in bed, and couldn’t sleep. I had to see my Gail again. I was at her front door with a bouquet of flowers at seven the next morning. Sometimes you just know.”
Of course, my parents had taken five years to realize they were in love. When I was little, my mom told me that everyone in town knew they were in love before they did, but what mattered was that they eventually figured their shit out. Her words, not mine.
I was brought out of my thoughts when Mark’s hand snaked up my stomach to rest across my chest. “I can hear you thinking.”
Oops. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.”
Mark nuzzled into my shoulder, his breath ghosting across my back as he spoke. “It’s okay. I think I was due to wake up. There’s only so long I can sleep. Despite not sleeping much this past week, I feel rested. I think I have an internal clock that won’t let me sleep in much past eight.”
“I know that feeling.”
Mark rocked his hips, his cock sliding between my ass cheeks. A low moan reverberated in his chest as he repeated the action twice more. My morning wood had gone down as I’d been thinking, but feeling Mark’s thick erection pushing my cheeks apart had my own dick responding in kind. I pushed back, feeling his balls make contact with my thighs.
We lazily rocked together, neither of us in a hurry to change positions, still buried under the blankets. It was strangely comforting, learning the feel of each other’s body while not feeling completely on display. Gradually, the rocking picked up speed. Until then, Mark’s hand had been pressed against my chest, holding my back firmly to his front, but his hand began to snake down my body, inching closer and closer toward my erection.
He made it to my belly button, not even an inch from my tip, and hesitated. “Take your time, but you can touch whenever you want.” Though if he didn’t touch me soon, I was going to wrap my hand around my cock and jerk myself off. There was only so much I could take before I broke.
“Oh my god,” Mark whispered. His fingers twitched against my belly before his hand slid down more. His exploration came to an abrupt stop when his knuckles brushed against my head, wet with precum.
“Fuuuck,” I panted, unable to stop my hips from bucking forward so my dick ran over his hand. “Jesus. It’s been so long since someone touched me.”
Mark bit down on the back of my neck, and I knew there would be a kiss bruise there later in the day. “You think it’s been long for you? You have no idea how long it’s been for me.”
I felt a swell of pride inside me knowing I’d been the first and only person to touch him in years. Beyond that, my touch had made him cum in his pants. He’d liked it. Thoughts were momentarily erased when he moved so his fingers wrapped around my erection.
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espite my cock getting the attention, Mark was the one who hissed. His fingers gathered more precum and he began to work me from root to tip, paying close attention to the sensitive underside of my cock. Electricity shot through my body, alighting nerve endings I’d forgotten about. Every place where our bodies met tingled.
I came embarrassingly fast, cum soaking the sheets in front of me as well as Mark’s hand. He stroked me through my aftershocks, not stopping until I began to twitch. Mark exercised far more patience than I could have as he peppered my shoulder and neck with kisses while my breathing returned to normal, not rushing for me to turn my attention to him.
The gentle, continuous touch had my cock already taking interest in round two. Carefully avoiding the puddle of pooling cum, I rolled in Mark’s embrace and our lips connected. With nothing rushing us, our kisses were slow. We allowed tongues to explore, teeth to nip, and lips to suck. Eventually, our cocks began to drag over each other’s. Sometimes I moaned into his mouth, sometimes Mark moaned into mine, but we never pulled apart, too desperate for the feel of the other.
The kiss deepened so slowly, I was taken by surprise when I felt a pressing urge to breathe. Separating to gasp air into my lungs, I saw Mark’s kiss-swollen lips and lust-filled eyes.
His fingers went to his mouth, tracing the swollen skin before a smile spread across his lips. “I’ve never been so turned on by a kiss before.”
I couldn’t lie and tell him that I was unaffected by it myself. My cock was once again hard and beginning to leak, but Mark had yet to cum. I kissed at his jaw while pressing my hand against his firm chest. In the light of day, his chest and abs were even more defined than my imagination had made them out to be. My initial thought was that it was unfair he looked that good while I lay beside him with muscle but no true definition. With every inch the blankets fell back, the more enamored I became.
My lips pressed to the center of his chest, my target: every groove of his stomach. I didn’t care if it took all day to explore his body. I kissed and nibbled down the hard planes of his abs, found the muscular grooves, and allowed my tongue to trace them, all the way down to his treasure trail.
Mark’s breathing had become increasingly ragged, but when my lips began trailing featherlight kisses toward his cock, he stopped breathing completely for a few seconds. I waited until my chin brushed the tip of Mark’s cock to finally take a good look at it. I’d had my hand around it at the movie theater, I’d felt it as we’d rutted together, and it had been hard against my stomach and chest as I’d made my way down his body. I knew he was thick. My fingertips barely met when wrapped around it. The first clear look in the light of day showed me it was more impressive than I had originally thought.
My cock twitched against Mark’s leg, and I glanced up to look him in the eye. “I’m going to have to pull my larger dildos out from the back of my closet before I can take this.”
Mark’s mouth parted in an adorable “O” shape but no words came out, so I continued. “I haven’t been with anyone who could stretch me like you could in a long time. I put all my big toys away.” I shot him a wink. “No reason to torment myself with big toys if I can’t have the real thing.”
Mark’s cock twitched so hard it smacked my chin and left a trail of precum in my light beard. “Hmm, you like that. Tell me if I go too fast.” I moved to the base of his cock and ran my tongue from the root to the tip, and Mark inhaled sharply. I watched his face as well as I could from my position below him as I sucked him into my mouth. There wasn’t any sign of apprehension as his head fell back and he gripped the sheets on either side of him.
Salty precum hit my tongue as I took him deeper. My lips were stretched wide and I knew there was no way I’d be able to take all of him. Instead of frustrating myself with my pesky gag reflex, I focused on pumping a hand along the base of his cock and using the other to play with his balls.
As he got closer to orgasm, I released his balls and moved my finger down so I could brush against his hole. When my finger made the first circle around the puckered skin, Mark gasped. “Holy shit, that feels so much better than my imagination made it.”
I released his cock with a loud slurping sound. “Oh, yeah?”
With his cock no longer in my mouth, he flushed. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”
“Oh yes you did.”
I circled his entrance again, not wanting him to become so embarrassed he forgot what we were doing or that we were both very much into it. The sensation was enough to have him nodding his head and moaning again. “God, yes. Jeff. Fuck. More. Yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I pressed against his hole, not hard enough to enter, just enough so he could feel the pressure of my finger, and I went back to licking his cock. I didn’t want to lose him—I wanted to know what he was thinking about.
“So hot. Knew you’d be better than my finger.” He struggled to find words when I pressed again. “Felt amazing…” He trailed off and rocked his hips, my finger barely slipping into his entrance. Mark roared and cum shot from him, hitting me on the nose before I had a chance to cover him with my mouth and swallow the last of his release.
Mark was panting when I finally let his softening dick slide from my lips. Cum dripped from my beard, but I didn’t care. I slid up the bed so I was lying against his shoulder. “Jesus fucking Christ, you just told me you fingered yourself while thinking about me.” My cock twitched on his hip as if to emphasize the point.
A lazy, sedated smile graced Mark’s lips as he began to snake his hand down toward my erection. He’d just wrapped his hand around my cock when his phone rang on the nightstand.
“Shit, that’s my mom’s ringtone.”
I flopped back as he released me and groped around for his phone.
“Hello?” His voice was gravelly, but not from sleep.
I was lying close enough to him that I could hear both sides of the conversation. “Oh good, you’re awake. Carl just left to bring the boys to you.”
“Home?” Mark’s voice cracked, looking around the bed, from the cum stain on the sheets to the blankets twisted at the bottom, to me, naked in his arms with cum drying in my beard.
His mom didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. “We were packing them up to bring them your way when Carl showed up.”
“Home? Now?” Mark’s brain wasn’t catching up, not that I could blame him. He’d had an intense orgasm only a few minutes before. Before the phone rang, we were well on our way to at least me having a second orgasm for the morning.
I heard his mom sigh. “Your dad and I have lunch in Nashville today; we told you they would have to be home by ten thirty.”
My head shot to the alarm clock across the room. I couldn’t believe we’d lost two hours that morning. Time really did fly when you were having fun… or amazing sex. I rolled over, careful not to roll into the cold cum, and found my phone. Jenna had texted to let me know that they had survived the night and hoped I slept all right. The number of winking emojis and eggplants that followed told me my daughter knew way more than I thought I’d let on.
Having a teenage girl was not for the faint of heart.
Mark groaned. “I had no idea what time it was. I’ve only recently woken up. Sorry. I’m getting out of bed now. I’ll let Carl know that I may be in the shower when he gets here.”
“Sorry, sweetie. I know you’ve had a crazy week. I hope the boys are good for you today and you can continue to catch up on sleep.”
“Thanks, Mom. But I need to get going. And thanks for watching them last night. I really appreciate it.” He squeezed my ass cheek and I had to fight a moan that would have been way too audible lying right next to his phone.
He hung up and let out a long sigh. “It was good while it lasted, I guess.”
I gave him a quick peck on the lips. “All good things must come to an end. Jump in the shower. I’ll strip the bed and remake it, then jump in after you.”
Mark rolled out of the bed, complaining about it
being cold and him having other things he’d rather do than shower. I was pretty sure I heard something about my ass before he disappeared into his bathroom.
CHAPTER 18
Mark
Nothing could be as awkward as my brother finding out Jeff had spent the night. It was impossible to ignore since his car was in the driveway when he pulled up with Eli and Thomas. The boys hadn’t thought anything of it as they charged by me on their way to their rooms to play something.
Carl raised an eyebrow at me in question. “Jeff, huh?”
I shrugged casually, debating how much to tell him. “It’s new.”
He just shook his head. “Well, I knew you’d figure out how to fix it.”
I pulled him in for a hug. “When did you get home?” He’d been in DC for weeks while he dealt with whatever was going on with work.
“Few days ago.”
I could hear the beep of the washer being set before Jeff came through the kitchen and toward the entry. Carl worked hard to hide his smirk and failed miserably. “Had to wash the sheets, huh?” he cackled.
I was reminded that Carl had known Jeff longer than I had when he simply shrugged. “Better than not washing them.”
Carl laughed harder for a moment before he sobered and looked pointedly between the two of us. “Listen, I don’t care what you two are doing in the bedroom. You know that. But.” He pointed to Jeff. “You’re a good friend.” Then he pointed to me. “And you’re my big brother. I feel like I should give the Don’t hurt him, or I’ll hurt you speech, but I don’t know who to give it to. So let’s just leave it at you two need to act like adults.”
We both nodded like bobblehead dolls.
“Good. Glad we had the talk. Are you going to tell Mom and Dad?”
“At some point.”
Jeff spoke up. “We aren’t rushing things. Mark’s got the clinic and the boys to get settled here. Jenna and Seth keep me busy enough. Dating is hard as a single parent. When two single parents are dating one another, it’s twice as hard. Neither of us has the luxury of a weekend off or having a co-parent take the kids for a while. We both have schedules and jobs to work around.” His phone buzzed in his pocket. “And just to drive home the point, Jenna is leaving for play practice and I need to get home to take Seth to basketball practice.” He leaned over and brushed a kiss to my lips. Our gazes lingered a bit longer than was friendly. “Bye,” he nearly whispered, then slipped out the door and to his car. Thankfully, Louie started just fine, and I watched as he backed out of the driveway.
