Page 83 of Tell Me Lies: Manlove Edition

Seeing Carsten on his knees with his lips shiny from pre-cum was just about the sexiest thing Will had ever seen. Will embraced the power in his veins, knowing he was making Carsten happy, and threaded his fingers into Carsten’s hair again. He groaned as he rocked his hips.

“Yes.” Carsten sucked him into his mouth and met Will’s gaze. Pink infused his cheeks and fire lit in his eyes. He bobbed his head with abandon, taking him deep before nearly withdrawing. Within minutes, he worked into a steady rhythm and the passion in his eyes increased.

Will kept his fingers in Carsten’s hair, allowing Carsten to set the pace, but also fully joining in on the fun. He panted and widened his stance a bit. The sensations running through his body were more than he could handle. Blood coursed through his veins and the tingles settled in his dick. He wanted to strip naked and allow Carsten to have his way with him.

A ragged cry stuck in his throat. He couldn’t breathe.

Carsten increased the ferocity of his bobbing, then raked his teeth along Will’s shaft. He buried his nose in Will’s short curls before pulling back and withdrawing long enough to suck on Will’s balls.

“Jesus.” Will bit back a moan. He’d never last. Not like this. He tugged lightly on Carsten’s hair. “More.”

Without a word, Carsten resumed sucking on Will’s shaft. This time, he moved with more gusto and hummed.

The sound, compared with the heat in his veins and the desire coursing through his body, overwhelmed him. Will cried out. “Fuck, Carsten.” He bowed his head and closed his eyes. He needed the second to think and keep himself in check.

Why the fuck was he trying to hold back the orgasm?

He wanted the moment to last.Why?He might not get another.

Carsten pulled back again. “Let go for me, Will. Come apart.”

He hadn’t needed much encouragement, but Carsten’s words sent him right to the edge. Holding back wasn’t going to happen. He cried out again and rammed his dick into Carsten’s mouth. The way Carsten curled his tongue around his shaft pushed Will the last bit over the edge. Will trembled as he embraced the orgasm and came down Carsten’s throat.

The world seemed to move around him, but his little corner went at a snail’s pace. His head swam as he opened his eyes. He gazed down at Carsten. If anyone would’ve told him his life would change this much and he’d reconnect in a good way with Carsten, he’d have laughed. He wobbled as Carsten licked him clean. Carsten withdrew again, but this time he helped Will to one of the overstuffed chairs.

Will sank into the plush material and stared at Carsten. “Wow.”

“Yeah?” Carsten winked. “That’s only the beginning.”

Holy shit. If that was the beginning, then he’d never survive the middle and end.

Who needed survival anyway?

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Carsten stayed between Will’s knees with him as he came down from the orgasmic high. He loved that he was able to give Will this pleasure. It wasn’t nearly enough to make up for the years of torment he’d given Will, but he’d gladly work to balance things out. Hell, he might even work for the rest of his life on it—if Will would let him.

“Carsten.” Will scrubbed the back of his hand across his mouth. “You’re due on stage soon.”

“I’ve got another fifteen minutes.” Carsten sat back on his heels. “The opening act is warming up the crowd.”

“Oh.” Will nodded and his lips remained parted a bit.

“I never thought you’d show up. I had hope, but I didn’t believe you’d come through because I didn’t think I deserved it.” Carsten massaged Will’s thighs. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Uh-huh.” Will sighed and blinked a few times. “I need to put my dick back before someone comes in here and catches us.”

“They won’t.” If they did, he’d fire them. Carsten licked his lips. He loved the lingering taste of Will with him. “This is my time to center before the concert. Everyone leaves me alone.”

“Oh.” Will managed to tuck his cock behind his underwear and zip his jeans. “Good to know.”

“It is.” He stared at Will. “You’re not used to doing things like that—being blown backstage at a concert.”

“No.” Will sat up a bit straighter and righted his shirt. “I’m not the kind of guy who has one-night stands, either.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” He rather liked knowing Will was a relationship kind of guy. He could use the stability in his life.

“Are you a relationship guy?” Will asked. “We’ve gone a million miles an hour and haven’t had a chance to really talk.”

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