Chapter 25

CHAPTER 25

Mitch

Something settled in my heart the moment Penn said those words. He felt like I was right.

That this connection, this fire between us, was right. That despite how it happened, it had happened, and the only one preventing us from moving forward was me.

Because I was scared he’d burn through me and leave me in a pile of ash to seek out better dick because that’s what everyone else did.

I was scared that he’d wake up one day and realize this was just some experiment, and not anything real.

But as I looked at Penn Baker’s pretty blue eyes, I knew.

This was more than just real.

This was it.

Penn was everything I’d ever wanted, and everything I thought I could never have.

I leaned into him without thinking, crashing my lips to his. His smooth, plush lips slowly moved against my own as I slid my fingers into the edges of his hair, and he slid his hands down my side, moving one to settle over my straining cock. His hand stayed there for a moment, rubbing and teasing me over my jeans.

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth as my cock twitched, automatically pressing up toward the heat of his hand.

Penn slid his tongue in my mouth as he settled between my legs once more, his lips finding their way to the corner of my mouth, along my jaw, my neck.

H explored me with his lips as he shifted my body beneath him, backing me up against the arm of the sofa .

I closed my eyes in ecstasy as his lips trailed over my skin, one hand pulling at my collar while the other slowly unbuttoned my jeans.

I wanted to protest. To throw up my walls of protection and give him the out.

He must have felt my hesitation, because he whispered into my ear, “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

I shook my head, burying my lips in his hair, at the shell of his ear.

“I don’t want you to stop, Cream Puff.”

Penn yanked on my zipper, and I grunted as he fumbled with my jeans, shifting us both as I arched my hips off the cushion to give him better access. His hands did not shake, and there was no tremble in his voice, in his kiss, or his touch.

Penn ran his warm palm over my sheathed cock, gabbing me through my boxers, squeezing me.

Fucking hell.

“Penn...” I groaned.

“Yeah?” he whispered, his thumb separating the thin opening.

“I—”

My words died on my tongue as he pulled my cock through the opening of my boxers, the cool air kissing my shaft like a balm.

He wrapped his hand around me, slowly stroking me into muteness.

I couldn’t speak, nor could I process anything except his slow, curious touch.

He settled himself between my legs, using one hand to cup my balls while the other slowly stroked me. I could feel the moisture pebbling at my head. I expected him to continue with this new exploration, touching, rubbing, maybe even grinding, but...

The last thing I expected was to feel a hot, wet mouth wrap around my cock.

“Fuck!” I cried out as my cock hit the back of his throat.

I grit the curse through my teeth as the wind was knocked out of me.

Within seconds, Penn was off of me, leaving my cock wet, throbbing, and aching for more.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing with concern.

A laugh erupted from my chest.

“No, you didn’t hurt me. Just took me by surprise is all,” I said, looking at his swollen lips, his bright eyes focused on me.

His lips were so close to my cock. I bucked my hips, brushing my wet tip against his lips and he smirked. I wondered if this breath of fresh air would deter him, but it didn’t.

I watched as his tongue darted out to lick the drop of precum off my tip, and he didn’t gag or convulse or even make a disgusted face.

He grabbed me by the base with one hand, his other still cupping and massaging my balls as he swallowed and dived back in.

“Fuck, I was right. You take my cock so fucking well.” I groaned.

A contented sound escaped his throat as he massaged my balls, using his other hand to stroke me while he licked and sucked, groaning with his own euphoria.

“Your mouth feels so good.” I moaned, letting my fingers find the back of his head as I gently guided him forward to take more of me.

Penn picked up my request, once again, taking me to the back of his throat without warning .

“Fucking hell, Penn... I’m going to?—”

Penn hollowed his cheeks, sucking, licking, and groaning around my cock like I was his favorite dessert, and I couldn’t contain myself.

My back arched off the cushions as my balls tightened, my spine tingled, and the onslaught of my orgasm ricocheted through me. My cock pulsed as I came, hard and fast.

I half expected Penn to jump back at the first taste, but he only gripped me tighter.

Swallowing every bit of my release down his throat like my cock was a damn keg at a frat party.

And when I was done, he released me, leaning back on his heels as he wiped some of the remains of my cum from his swollen, perfect lips, and I couldn’t contain myself.

I lunged forward, tearing his pants off.

Penn’s cock sprang forth, bobbing in the air. His head was slick with precum, his veins thick and pronounced.

“Did you like that, my little Cream Puff?” I purred, Penn’s eyes widening at my gruff tone, his golden hair all disheveled, sticking out from the static of the couch cushions that cradled his head.

He licked his pouty lips, his gaze heated and dark with lust.

It was like something flipped inside of me the minute he said those three words.

I want you.

Like the veil had been lifted, and suddenly, we were both in uncharted territory.

Penn grabbed himself, his gaze fixed on mine as he nodded. “Yes,” he said the word firmly. It was not a whisper.

It was an admission.

I grabbed his hand, pulling it away as I settled on my elbows between his legs.

His voice softened for a moment as he leaned himself up on his elbows, looking down at me with curiosity and asked, “I did good, right?”

I nodded my head, a dark chuckle leaving my throat.

“So good, baby,” I praised, licking him from shaft to head, watching him shiver with excitement. “Like you were made to suck my cock .”

I watched his cheeks tint that wondrous shade of pink, watched him bite his lip at my praise.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful, you know that, right?” I said, staring at him for a moment, taking in the sight of him before me like this.

Messy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a thick, gleaming cock bouncing free, just waiting to be devoured.

A perfect specimen waiting to be worshipped.

I ran my tongue up his shaft, taking pleasure in the way Penn squirmed under my attention, and I couldn’t deny I loved him like that.

Desperate.

Needy.

He thrust his cock at me, hips bucking of their own accord, and I grabbed him by the base. I ran my tongue over his leaking head and he cursed.

“Mitch...” he begged.

I nipped and sucked at his head, groaning in response. “Yes, Cream Puff?”

“Please....” he begged, his voice getting all screwed up again.

A salacious smile curved on my lips.

God, I loved this man .

“Please, what?” I taunted as I settled one hand underneath his ass cheek, digging my fingernails in as I pulled my attention away from his cock for a moment to watch the look on his face. His dilated pupils met my gaze, and in his eyes I could see the need, the trust.

“Please make me come,” he voiced his words with boldness, with confidence this time, and I couldn’t help but smile.

I would give this man anything he asked for.

“You are so pretty when you beg,” I praised.

Penn whimpered in defeat, his chest heaving with breath.

“Fucking hell.” His head fell back. “You are killing me...”

“How could I tell you no?” I murmured, and I took his cock in my mouth, lavishing his thickness with my tongue as I squeezed his ass.

“Oh my God... Mitch... I—” Penn’s legs squeezed the sides of my face as his voice strained.

He was so close.

So fucking close.

“God, I fucking love you,” I murmured the words without thinking .

Fuck!

“ Wh... what?” he asked, nearly breathless.

It wasn’t untrue, I did love him, but the last thing I wanted to do was push him away with such an admittance. Nothing killed the mood quite like an unrequited admission of love in my experience.

So instead, I did the only thing I could think of to distract us both from said admission.

I took Penn into the back of my throat, groaning my appreciation around his cock, my tongue sliding over his thick veins, and brought him the release he begged for. The pleasure he more than deserved.

“Oh my God,” he mewled, thrusting his cock in my mouth as he emptied himself, hot and creamy, down my throat.

When his body went limp, I let go, and reality blanketed us once more. I settled back on my heels as I watched his chest heave with his breaths, watched his pupils slowly return to normal.

Ecstasy had been replaced with anxiety as his eyebrows furrowed, and he looked me over.

I’d fucked up.

Shit.

“Mitch...” he breathed through labored breaths.

I grabbed my pants, pulling them back up around my legs as I stood, collecting the shards of myself I’d just laid bare for Penn to see.

Fuck.

I need to get out of here before disaster hits.

Before I break apart at the seams.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I zipped my zipper, buttoning my pants. “I should go...”

Penn stood, dressing himself. There was only a modicum of space between us, but it felt like a canyon.

I needed air.

I needed to preserve what dignity I had left, because surely I’d just ruined everything.

“Mitch...” his voice softened, and I hated it. The sadness, the disappointment.

I grabbed him, kissing him with all that I was, hoping he could feel my truth. Hoping it would be enough to make him forget my words, no matter how true they were.

“I’m sorry, Penn,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”