Page 22 of Finally

We each froze in place and the air thickened around us as we stared at one another. He was dressed casually in sweatpants and a t-shirt, both of which showed off his trim physique, and he was barefoot, which I’d always found incredibly sexy on a man. The ends of his short hair were damp, causing them to curl up and I wondered if he’d just gotten out of the shower. That thought brought a flood of images of him in the shower, water sluicing over his smooth skin, and his hands, slick with soap, gripping his hard cock. The same cock that was now tenting his sweatpants.

My eyes darted to his face and I quickly took note of the little panting breaths that escaped his parted lips and the blown pupils that traveled hungrily over my slick torso. I knew there were reasons I should stay away from him, but I’d be damned if I could recall a single one. All that existed in that moment was me and him and the desire that burned between us, threatening to scorch everything in its path. The memory of our first kiss was still fresh in my mind and I knew I was powerless to stop myself, but I summoned the strength to offer him one last chance.

“Walk away, Topher,” I growled.

The words, “I can’t,” though whispered, rang through the air as if he’d shouted them. It was everything I longed for and everything I feared all at once.

My longing won out however, and in two quick strides, I was standing in front of him. His breath blew across my face, warm with a hint of mint. It was instinct that had me leaning forward, but as his eyes fluttered shut and his head tilted to the side, I jerked my head back. His eyes blinked open and he looked at me questioningly. I shook my head no and the flash of hurt in his eyes was too much for me to bear so I dropped to my knees instead.

I pulled the drawstring of his pants free and yanked them down to just below his ass, not bothering to be gentle. Topher gasped at my rough-handling but made no discernable protest, so I continued. Leaning in, I ran my nose along his shaft, breathing in his clean, soapy smell and another underlying and far more tantalizing scent that I knew was all his.

I looked up into the same eyes that had haunted me for over a decade. Lust and excitement and a touch of nerves were at war in his expression, but I smirked when I saw the lust winning out. The head of his cock was weeping, and my mouth began to water. Gripping his shaft with my fist, I ran the flat of my tongue over the tip. A loud groan echoed all around us, and I thought it might have been me as I tasted him for the very first time.

On the few occasions over the years when I’d allowed myself to indulge in a fantasy about Topher, they never compared to the reality of this moment. Of feeling his silky, smooth skin or tasting his salty, sweet cum on my tongue. Like a starving man, I lunged forward, taking him all the way to the back of my throat in one swift motion.

Topher shouted out above me and curled his arms around my head, bending at the waist as I wrapped my arms around him and held him there. His trimmed pubic hair tickled my nose and I could feel my lungs beginning to burn, but I was enjoying the feel of him too much to let go. When it became necessary, I swallowed around him and then pulled back, gulping in several ragged breaths before going back for more.

Over and over, I continued to suck him down until I felt him tapping my shoulder in warning. I didn’t need it though, I knew what I wanted, what I’d always wanted. My jaw ached as I took him all the way in one last time and then he stiffened above me and I heard him cry out. Warm jets of cum shot down my throat and coated my tongue. With my hands gripping his thighs, I drank from him until there was nothing left and then I leaned my head against his hip as I struggled to catch my breath.

His fingernails scratched over my head and the feeling sent a ripple of awareness throughout my body. The enormity of what had just happened came crashing down around me and I started to shake. I tried to breathe, but all I could manage was a few short gasps. Panic, cold and terrifying, raced through me and turned my blood cold.

“Greg?” he whispered nervously, as I stood up. I swayed on my feet and he reached out to offer support, but I jerked away from him.

“No! Just leave me alone. This can’t happen again,” I shouted.

Topher looked like he’d been slapped as I quickly backed away from him. I darted into my room and slammed the door shut between us. With my back against the door, I sank down until my butt hit the floor, curling my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs. In that moment, with emotions raging inside of me and panic threatening to choke me, I did something I hadn’t done since it all ended.

I cried.

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