Bat Boy (Easton U Pirates 1)

My heart throbbed as I opened the door. “What are you—”

“I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop thinking… Can I come in?” he asked in a loud whisper, and I stepped back immediately, afraid he’d be seen. I could’ve turned him away, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to spend time with him, even if it was for five minutes. I knew it was a risk as much as he did, so what would it take for us to stop taking advantage of stolen moments?

Maybe for my heart to vacate my body. Or a lobotomy.

After shutting the door behind him, he hemmed me in against the wall, then sank to his knees. “I can’t stop thinking about you. About this. Getting my own taste.”

“Fucking hell, Brady.” He had a determined look in his eye, and I was already hard just from the prospect of having his mouth on me. “This is probably not a good ide—”

“There never will be a right time or place where we’re concerned, and it sucks,” he replied, and my heart positively ached. That, along with the sappy look in his eyes, made me give in. How could I resist this guy?

Just enjoy the moment, I told myself as I helped him tug my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. I realized I’d answered the door shirtless, and now I was essentially standing bare in front of him. In more ways than one.

He gripped my stiff cock, and stared as if becoming intimately acquainted with it, while I squirmed in anticipation. When he leaned forward to kiss the tip, I nearly melted into a puddle on the floor.

“I know I’ve never done this before, but I just… You’re so beautiful like this, Kel.”

I groaned. This man was going to kill me.

Brady licked around the crown and suckled the head, and it didn’t even matter that he was being overly careful. I’d take Brady Donovan sucking me off over anyone in the world right then. I reached out to weave my fingers through his hair, which had been freshly washed, the golden locks glowing like he was some Adonis. An Adonis who was into twinky little me.

He slid my length between his lips and swirled his tongue around the glans, and I bit out a curse. “Feels so good,” I said in encouragement, and he shuddered out a breath as if he’d needed to hear it. How more adorable could he be?

When he tried to take more of me in his mouth, he gagged.

“This is just us. Take your time,” I said, forking my fingers through his hair. His body was thrumming with a desperate sort of energy as he rubbed his cheek over my hip bone, then buried his nose in the patch of hair at my groin.

“The way you smell,” he said in a hoarse voice. Goddamn, so intense.

“Like warm cookies?” I replied to add some levity.

He cracked a brief smile before glancing up at me, a sobering look in his eyes. “Like a guy, a man. Like everything I’ve been missing.”

I held in a gasp at that revelation. This was him experiencing everything for the first time, and I’d been there too. Mine hadn’t go so well, afterward, so I was determined to make his experience better.

I slid a hand along his jawline to his ear. “Just do whatever feels right. I’ll love it no matter what.”

Taking a small breath, he redoubled his efforts, stuffing me back in his mouth and using his tongue and hand to find a rhythm that worked for him. I avoided thrusting my hips as I moaned shamelessly because it felt really good, especially since it was Brady.

“Jerk yourself too,” I gasped. “Come with me.”

He held me between his lips, his tongue working my glans as he sloppily shoved his shorts to his knees and gripped his own stiff cock, stroking in time with his mouth.

Just the visual alone was making me writhe and moan, and before I knew it, my spine was tingling, my balls felt so fucking full, and I needed to unload. “Oh… Oh God… I’m gonna come.”

He didn’t pull off as my cock jerked inside his mouth, and my jizz spurted across his tongue. He did a full-body shudder as he came too, and holy hell, it was so freaking hot watching him chase his own release as he tried swallowing my come for the first time. I wasn’t offended when my jizz leaked out of his mouth and ran down his chin; in fact, it was really sexy.

Panting heavily, he seemed to marvel at my softening cock as he swiped at his mouth with his forearm. He lifted his own come-soaked fingers to give my shaft a final weak pump, his eyes alight with wonder.

When he closed his eyes on a satisfied sigh and rested his head against my stomach, I knew I was already gone for him. For this sweet and strong and beautiful guy, and I ran my fingers through his soft hair while doing some marveling of my own.