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I didn’t get a chance to respond before the head of my cock was in his mouth. He took no time in swallowing me as far as he could. Even when he went too far and gagged, he didn’t stop to chat. Instead, he just shifted position and went back to it.

His technique was a bit naïve, but what he lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm. Besides, with the taste of his cum still in my mouth and the scent of him filling the room, I wasn’t going to last long, anyway. He’d only been sucking me for a minute or so before I felt that familiar sensation build in the base of my balls.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, rocking my hips forward. “I’m gonna cum!”

To my surprise, Josh didn’t pull away. He only sucked harder, his tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of my cock. My abs tensed and I arched my back up off the couch. With one final cry, I filled his mouth with my seed. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, more intense than any I’d ever felt before.

But the surprised look on Josh’s face when I filled his mouth was too hilarious not to burst out laughing. So I laughed and moaned in tandem as he desperately tried to catch every last drop.

“S-Sorry,” I said when I finally got a hold of myself. “You just looked so surprised.”

“I was!” he laughed back. “I’ve never done that before.”

“I gave you fair warning.”

“It was just a lot and shot out of there like a cannon!”

“Yeah, I cum a lot,” I smiled, feeling kinda smug about it. “You should see how much I cum when I bottom. It’s impressive.”

Josh’s smile faded away and he suddenly looked nervous. “I… I don’t know if–”

“You don’t have to do it now,” I replied. “Or ever if you don’t want to. I told you, we’re doing this at your pace.”

He nodded, but didn’t look entirely relieved just yet. In fact, he looked even more nervous somehow. “Do… Do I need to leave?”

“Why would you need to leave?” I asked, my brows furrowed.

“I… I don’t know how this all works.”

I kept forgetting that he literally had zero clue how to be with a man. Instead of assuming it was like a straight relationship, he just threw out literally everything he knew and started with a blank slate.

“Well, let me tell you how this is going to go,” I replied. “First, you’re going to kiss me so I can taste myself on your lips.”

He leaned forward, biting his lower lip. I kissed him gently, letting my tongue flick against his. His mouth was full of my scent and flavor and it drove me crazy in the best way possible.

“And now we’re going to order some pizza. After we eat you can either go home or my bed is open to you.” I gave him a wink. “It would be a very short commute to work in the morning if that helps at all.”

“I don’t know if I should…” We both looked down at Josh’s stomach as it growled loudly. I lifted an eyebrow in his direction. “Alright,” he admitted. “Food might be good.”

“We can start there and see how you feel afterwards, babe.”

He blushed hard. “I… I like it when you call me that.”

I gave him a soft kiss. “Well, I plan to call you that as often as possible. If you’ll let me.”

He nodded slowly. “Please.”

“Of course, babe.”

Chapter Sixteen: Josh

The week slipped by with days full of second-guessing myself, and nights with Andy’s cock in my mouth. Every single day I tried to convince myself that I was being stupid. That this couldn’t last or that it was just a passing fancy. And yet, each night when Andy took me up to his apartment for an after work drink, we ended up sucking each other off.

I was still too scared to go any further. But true to his word, Andy didn’t push me. And every night that I spent in his arms created a stronger bond between us. The possessive streak inside me had strengthened as well. I brought it up to Andy in a moment of anxiety, thinking it would be the perfect excuse to drive us apart. But he actually found it adorable. He told me I couldn’t tell him what to do or who to talk to, but he thought it was cute that I felt like he was mine. Yet another point on Andy’s board for being so understanding, even with the things I didn’t understand.

It was also getting harder and harder to deny that I was growing fond of him. I mean, it should’ve been obvious that I was, but I tried to fight it at every turn. I knew that allowing myself to enjoy him, to admit that he was what I wanted, meant I could never go back home. And yet, I couldn’t go back home, anyway. Eventually I realized that fighting my feelings didn’t make sense. If I could never have what I’d already lost, why was I so intent on not having anything else?

Usually, at the end of the day, my brain was a fucking scrambled egg. What little brain cells I was able to hang onto quickly disappeared with a glass of wine and Andy’s scent filling my nostrils. By the time I had his cock in my mouth, I was completely lost in the sauce. In fact, I was turning into quite the little whore. More than once I’d pulled him away during the day to blow him, the Alpha inside me craving his cum. And he always returned the favor, which pleased me even more. I loved the idea of filling him with my seed. It was almost all I ever thought about. Well, besides all the self-loathing stuff. But that was becoming less prevalent.

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