Page 39 of Someone Like You

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he murmured. I could only hold onto the sheets and try to keep my eyes open as he wrapped one hand around the base and positioned me upright. His lips closed around the head and his tongue pressed and swirled as he took more of me into his mouth. And fuck me, he was so warm and wet and soft that a starburst of euphoria made me thrust involuntarily, seeking more pleasure, making me hit the back of his throat. I cried out, my hands flying to his head, fingers threading through his hair and gripping tightly. When he pulled back, sucking hard, his cheeks hollowing, that damn piercing dragging along my sensitive skin, I stopped breathing. He came off my cock and said, “That’s it, baby, take what you need from me.”

My entire body was shaking as he slid his hands under my thighs, pushing them up and spreading me open. Then he took me back into his mouth, focusing on the tip, gliding his tongue along the sensitive underside of the head and sending throbbing bursts of sensation to my balls, then swallowed me down in one quick move that drove me right into the constrictive pressure ofhis throat. I was making small noises with every panted exhale, unable to fight against the mounting ecstasy that was consuming me, a million tiny explosions happening all at once, and when he grabbed my hips and forced me even deeper, when his satisfied groan vibrated around my length, a hoarse cry erupted from me. I shoved his head down, holding myself deep in his throat as my balls drew up and the pressure detonated. There was a roaring in my ears as my vision whited out, as I pumped into his throat, my body curling forward. I was moaning as the roaring began to fade, but Brody kept me where I was, until my aftershocks began to die down, until my arms flopped to my sides, until everything I was made of felt like jelly.

Brody slid my softening cock from his mouth, his hands running soothing lines up and down my thighs, and I felt him place small kisses around my groin. And then he was moving higher, his hands following the path his lips took, and I shuddered when he reached my neck, his body pressed to mine. He nipped gently at my pulse point, making me twitch and bring my arms up, my hands settling on his back. My heart was pounding, my pulse roaring; I was sure he could hear every desperate beat. And it was all for him.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you come, Isaac,” he murmured into my neck, nipping and kissing and sucking up and down the column of my throat. “You’re so damn sexy, so unbelievably responsive, that you made me come untouched, just from sucking you off. Just from hearing all the noises you make. God, I can’t believe I found you,” he said, sounding in awe.

The care he had taken with me had a well of emotions springing up; an amalgam of affection, happiness, relief, gratitude, and contentedness that had me wrapping my legs around his waist. And his unwavering tenderness with me made me never want to let go. “Brody,” I whispered, gliding my hands up and down the soft expanse of skin covering his back. Themuscles there flexed as he held himself up on his elbows, lifting his head to meet my gaze. There was a thickness in my throat, and my infatuation with him only grew as he smiled down at me. “Thank you,” I said. “For everything.” He kissed my cheek, just a small peck, but it filled me with warmth.

“Are you okay?” he asked, bringing his hands up to either side of my face, threading his fingers through my hair. Stroking gently.

“Yeah,” I said, giving him a small smile. “More than okay.”

“Good,” he said, his eyes moving all around my face, taking in every detail. “We should probably shower, though. And brush our teeth.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Good idea.”

Brody kept sifting his fingers through my hair for a little bit longer, just staring down at me as I rubbed my hands up and down his back. And then he was sliding off me, holding out his hand, helping me to my feet.

“When was the last time you showered?” he asked.

“Yesterday. Jordan made me,” I said. “Said he couldn’t live in ‘the stink’ anymore and that he loved me too much to let me die from my own toxic fumes.”

Brody chuckled and said, “Why don’t you look for your toothbrush while I use the bathroom, and then you can go.”

Anxiety started building in my chest at him leaving, but I tried to tamp it down and nodded. I guess I wasn’t quick enough to hide my panic, because he kissed my forehead and drew me into a hug. “I’ll be right back,” he said. “I promise.”

“Okay,” I said, my fingers flexing against his bare back.

I watched him leave, stared at the empty doorway for a moment, then looked at the two bags Jordan had packed for me. I still didn’t let my mind wander anywhere near what had happened this week, instead focusing hard on rifling through all the clothes and unzipping outer pockets. By the time I found mytoothbrush, Brody came back into the room, and I once again felt settled. Grounded. Safe.

“I don’t know if…” he paused, scratching the top of his head. “If you want to shower together, or…”

“Together,” I said quickly. Then added, “Please.”

“Okay, Isaac.”

When he smiled at me, I wanted to freeze this moment and exist here forever.

“I lied to you,” I blurted out.

His smile fell and his face twisted in confusion. “About what?” he asked slowly.

“Your nose isn’t too big. I actually really like your face, Brody.”And a whole hell of a lot more than just that.

His laugh was loud and abrupt, and I was transfixed by the way he tilted his head back and closed his eyes for a brief moment, exposing the tantalizing column of his throat. “I like your face too,” he said, his smile so wide it lit up his eyes. They practically glowed as he stared at me, and the pure joy in his features was heady.

“I’m gonna go brush my teeth and stuff, but I’ll come get you in a few minutes,” I told him.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll be right here.”

The bathroom was small, with just enough room for a toilet, sink, and bathtub. But, as with everywhere in Brody’s domain, it was neat and tidy, sparkling and clean, and the green bath mat looked invitingly plush. I took care of my business and didn’t look at my reflection in the mirror while I brushed my teeth. I wasn’t ready to face myself just yet.

When I was done, I got Brody, and as we stood in the small bathroom together, he looked even larger than he was. Anticipation at being completely naked with him sang through my veins, and when he started lifting my shirt off me, I raised my arms to help him. He dropped it to the floor and just staredat me for a long time, his breathing picking up. I wasn’t sure what about me he liked, because when I looked in the mirror, all I saw was a small, skinny guy. Nothing special at all. But he kept calling me beautiful, and I kept believing him. I wasn’t sure which one of us was more delusional for that.

I reached out and started tugging at his boxers, thinking they had to be more than a little uncomfortable, filled with cum as they were, and slid them down his legs until he stepped out of them.

Brody had to be the most beautiful person I’d ever met. His body was all long, lean lines of muscle, deliciously tanned skin, and soft black hair. The entirety of him, standing before me, was almost overwhelming, and I wanted to touch and lick every inch of his gorgeous body. His cock was half hard, with short black curls at the base that connected to his happy trail. He didn’t have any hair over his pecs, but his thighs, calves, and forearms were dusted with dark hair. When he reached over to turn the shower on, his delicious glutes flexed, and I couldn’t help brushing my palm down his flank. He looked over his shoulder at me and smirked, and I wanted to kiss that smug smile right off his face.

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