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I don’t understand why Gavin’s pushing at my head. He’s racing toward the climactic end, isn’t he? I need to keep the pressure on for the home stretch. No one backs off when the finish line is in sight. You dig deep and find that last burst of energy.

I slide as far down Gavin’s dick as I can go and suck like my life depends on it. He swells against my tongue and we hang in that moment, suspended as time slows to a crawl.

I have a dick in my mouth. Gavin’s dick. I’m sucking on it. It’s not bad or gross. In fact, it’s kind of fun. I think I might like this.

Then time speeds forward to catch up. Hot, bitter cum fills my mouth so fast I have no choice but to swallow or accidentally inhale it. I swallow and swallow, suck and swallow, until Gavin starts curling in on himself. Only then do I let him go, realizing that he’s over-sensitive now. Oops.

“Okay, okay, that’s good. That’s enough. Jesus. Fuck.” Gavin rolls and falls off the couch, landing on all fours. He flops down in a messy child’s pose and mumbles something I don’t hear.

“What did you say?”

“I said, ‘I can’t believe you swallowed!’”

I lick my lips, the flavor of his cum lingering on my tongue. “Was I not supposed to do that?” I mean, I always get an extra thrill when a girl swallows my cum after a blowjob. I thought it was like, a polite thing to do with gay guys.

He turns to stare up at me, speechless, and shakes his head. “Never mind.”

Suddenly, self-consciousness crashes into me and I sink back into the couch cushions. “Was that… um, was it okay? I didn’t really know what I was doing or anything.” What if it was bad? What if he didn’t like it? I mean, he came, so it had to have been at least decent, right?

Gavin laughs, though it sounds almost painful. “Yeah, yeah, it was good, Beau.” He reaches up and pats my knee. “Great first blowjob. Tens across the board.”

It’s silly, I know. It shouldn’t matter. But I can’t help it when my chest puffs up in pride and a giddy grin breaks out on my face. I did good. Gavin said so. He would know.

“Really?” Because apparently, I’m a sucker for praise.

Gavin rolls his eyes, but his lips curl into a grin too. “Yes, really.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

GAVIN

We take showers—separately because I don’t want to risk pushing Beau’s newfound sexual revelations too far—then meet back on the couch, both dressed in pajamas.

“So…” Beau taps his fingers on his knee.

I almost wish we smoked. That must be why people did that back in the day, right? To cut through this unbearable awkwardness?

“So,” I echo him, equally at a loss for what to do now.

“Time for bed?” Beau raises his brows in a hesitantly hopeful expression.

Bed. Right. He must want me to get lost so he can process what we did. Or maybe freak out about it. Either would be fair.

I jump to my feet. “Yes, time for bed. I’ll see you in the morning. Good night.” I turn for my bedroom and make it two steps before I realize he’s following me.

“What?” he asks when I turn to cast him a questioning look.

“Were you… did you…?” I point toward the bedroom, not really sure what I’m trying to ask.

“Time for bed, right? We’re going to bed.”

We’regoing to bed. As in, the same bed. My eyebrows shoot up. Beau wants to spend the night with me?

It’s not that we’ve never slept in the same bed before. We have. But never after we traded orgasms. This is different.

“Unless you don’t want me to…” He takes a step backward. “I can stay out here if you want. Sorry, I didn’t mean?—”

“No! You can!” I grab his arm before he can back away anymore. “I mean, yes, I want you…” I swallow down the sudden panic rising in my throat, “… with me. That is, if you want… to be.”

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