Chapter 16

I'm going to come. Fuck, I'm going to come in my jeans from nothing but a look and a touch from Gavin. It shouldn't be possible. I'm not some hormonal teenager with no self-control. But when it comes to gay sex, I guess I am. Or maybe, it's just Gavin.

I should be terrified right now. I should be freaked out of my fucking mind. This is all unfamiliar and new and I have no clue what to expect. But there isn't an ounce of fear anywhere inside me. Because of Gavin. He's got me. He'll take care of me. He knows what to do.

He scoots closer and shifts to face me. His hand on my crotch does this undulating thing that makes my eyes roll toward the back of my head. His other hand cradles my cheek as he leans in to rest his forehead against mine. It's what I did earlier in the kitchen—I never knew something so simple could feel so good.

"Shh, it's okay, Beau. Let yourself go. Let yourself feel," he whispers. He's so close that his lips brush across mine. "I bet you're leaking, aren't you? Soaking your underwear in pre-cum. I think I can feel it through your jeans. I think I can feel a wet spot forming."

I shudder and another gush of pre-cum rushes out of me.

"God, you're so big. Long and thick. Have you ever been deep-throated, Beau? Buried your cock in a hot, wet mouth? Lips stretched thin around your dick, jaw cranked as wide as it'll go. Have you ever come down someone's throat, Beau? Emptied yourself into someone's stomach?"

Gavin's words slide through me like a hot knife in butter, melting me, taking me apart, slicing me open. I'm poised, taut, strung out tight enough to snap, but it's not enough.

"Gavin, I need… I need." I don't know what the fuck I need. I need him. Gavin. Gavin. Gavin.

I crush my mouth against his, sloppily shoving my tongue between his lips. I reach for the back of his head to hold him to me. He groans and I swallow down the sound like the aphrodisiac it is.

He fumbles at the fly of my jeans, but I'm too distracted by his mouth to pay attention to what's going on down there. There's a sudden gust of cool air and then a hot, tight vise closes around my cock. My balls draw up and a burst of searing pleasure explodes inside me. It cascades through me and every single muscle constricts in a whole-body orgasm.

Someone's yelling. That someone is me. A fountain of cum shoots out of my dick in what feels like a never-ending stream, on and on until I'm about to shrivel into a raisin. The aftershocks hit with barely a moment for me to catch my breath, leaving me a useless lump of bone and flesh.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." I've collapsed onto Gavin, face pressed against his neck. He holds me to him, his non-cum-y hand gently carding through my hair.

I've never come so hard in my life. I didn't know it was possible to come so hard. Do I need a pulse check in case I've overexerted myself? Will my smart watch know to register the spike in heart rate as an orgasm? It won't think I'm having a heart attack, will it?

My senses slowly come back to me. The scent of Gavin's cologne—I have no idea what it is, but it smells amazing. His chest rises and falls in short, fast breaths. The hand in my hair is soft, but the rest of him is unnaturally still, so still he's practically vibrating.

And then I feel it—Gavin's erection, hard and bulging, pressed against my stomach. I push myself off him and my hands move of their own accord.

"You don't—" A strangled cry cuts off the rest of his sentence as I close my palm over him.