Awkward Love (Stumbling into Love 2)

“Jesus…I’m gonna. You feel so good. Will…fuck, Will, baby.” Oh, that had been me. I’d just called him baby too. I liked it.

“That’s it. Take what you need from me. Come. I wanna feel you,” Will replied, and that’s all it took. My vision blurred, and my body shook like it was breaking apart from the inside. I cried out as I flew, my cock jerking inside him as I spurted, filling the condom with my load.

He hadn’t come, and even though I wanted to not move and maybe melt into the mattress, I pulled out and lowered my face to take him into my mouth.

Will mumbled words I couldn’t make out, then began to pant when I sucked him, thrust his hips, and then his cock spasmed and he filled my mouth with his release.

I sank down on top of him, my cheek against his stomach as he softened. “I’m sorry you didn’t come first.”

“Don’t be. This isn’t porn. They make it look a lot different from what it really is. As much as I enjoy it, orgasms don’t always happen from anal for me, or not just anal, or it takes longer. It’s not you. Fuck, that felt good. I love having you inside me. I’ve never…felt that connected. It doesn’t matter when I came, just that I’m yours.”

I looked up at him, my heart in my throat. How did I ever get someone so perfect?

“Come here.” Will pulled me toward him. I took the condom off, tossed it into the trash, and lay on top of him as he said, “We get to do that all the time now, right, boyfriend?”

“Yeah, boyfriend. We do.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Will

The first time I sucked Jameson off, I was freaking out at work. Yeah, I got over it, but that initial time had been…awkward, to say the least. Stupidly, I hadn’t thought it could get any worse, but I was wrong. It was really shitty to be wrong in this situation because every time I saw Leon, I would blush. It was like I thought he had some magic mirror or sixth sense or whatever. That this would be the time he’d look at me and be like, My son is fucking you. You’ve had his dick in your ass twice over the last week, and you’re secretly dating him. You’re screwing my son behind my back, and I’m going to fire you for it.

That didn’t happen, of course, but it didn’t stop me from trippin’ out thinking it would.

The crazy part was, it didn’t scare me enough to make me want to stop. Leon trusted me. He’d told me more than once. Other employees had told me too. And I was involved with his son and he didn’t know. This could blow up in my face, but that wouldn’t make me walk away from it, from Jameson, because I liked him so damn much. I liked talking to him and watching him read and laughing with him and making him come. Liked it when he made me come or asked me questions or rambled.

There wasn’t a thing about him that I didn’t crave. When he was fucking me, he’d concentrate so hard on my pleasure. The second time I’d orgasmed from him dicking me down, and you would have thought he just figured out the answer to world peace or something. It was so damn cute and—

“Uh-oh. I know that look.”

I pushed thoughts of Jameson to the back of my mind as I looked at his dad. My boss. While daydreaming about sex with his son. Fuck my life.

“What look?” I asked.

“Come into my office with me. I got us lunch.” I nodded, stood, and followed Leon. “You like the Italian sub, right? With extra salami?”

I stumbled at his question. He knew what my favorite sandwich was? Maybe it made sense? We’d had lunch together before, but still, it came as a shock. “Yeah, I do. Thanks.”

I sat in the chair across from him, and Leon handed me a bag. He took his seat and opened his own. “My son loves salami too. I think it’s gross.”

Oh, if only you knew that I like your son’s salami a whole lot and he’s pretty fond of mine as well.

“You’re missing out.” Ew. That sounded weird when I considered my last thought. “I mean, not really. There’s no reason you should have salami if you don’t like it.” Oh my God. Shut up! If I didn’t know better, I’d think Jameson was rubbing off on me, and not the sexy kind that ended with spunk. “So, the look?” A change of subject was in order, stat.

“Let’s see. It was a cross between Oh shit, what have I done and How did I get so lucky. That’s exactly how I felt when I met Brianna, so I’m taking it to mean you’re in love.”