Page 82 of Unexpected Boyfriends

Another pause. We both look at each other. Justin bites his lip. I take a deep breath.

I don’t know who moves first, but the next moment our lips come together in a fierce kiss, our tongues thrusting into each other’s mouths, taking and giving, desperate for each other.

Our hands are roaming everywhere too. His. Mine. Seeking skin. Trying to get closer.

“Stuff it,” I say, breaking momentarily from the searing kiss. I drag him towards my room and he comes willingly.

Once I have him inside, I reach around him with my foot and nudge the door closed. Backing him up, I press him against the wall with my body. Our erections rub against each other through our clothes. Justin groans and I swallow the sound with my kiss.

We rut against each other, until Justin pulls away from the kiss, and begs me, “I want you to fuck me. Please.”

There’s nothing I want more. My cock is hard and leaking. I can already feel the wetness in my underwear. But…

“I don’t think we should.”

Justin looks at me desperately. “Please,” he begs.

“We were going to wait, remember?” I run my fingers through his hair. “Believe me, it’s not that I don’t want to.”

I take his hand and place it over my crotch, to prove my point.

“I want to. I’m not sure it’s a good idea though. Especially after what you’ve been through," I say, but I feel myself wavering. A guy can only resist so much, especially as we're about to be separated again.

“I want to,” insists Justin stubbornly, looking at me with eyes wide in appeal. “I’m fine. I just want to be normal. And I’m almost done with school now anyway. What’s the point in waiting another six weeks?”

It’s true, he has seemed mentally stable since we left Sydney. There have been no more distressed outbursts or tears, or moments of shame, at least as far as I can tell. Still, this is a significant step to take…. but maybe it’s okay. Maybe it’s what he needs.

I hope I’m not letting myself be convinced because it’s whatIwant.

Justin can see when I make up my mind, because he grins and launches himself at me, kissing me frantically. I run my hands up his sides and groan. He feels much too good to keep at a distance.

“We’re wearing too many clothes.”

We both start stripping off shirts and jeans and underwear, until we’re standing there completely naked, both of us hot, hungry and trembling.

Falling onto the bed, we continue making out as our hands trace over warm skin and we press ourselves against each other.

Justin trails wet, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and runs his hand down my chest. I arch into his touch, and as his hand goes lower, I tangle my legs with his, and flip him over. His beautiful slim body is laid out beside me, almost begging to be touched.

Licking my fingers, I place them over his right nipple and rub it. Justin responds with a broken sound as his nipple pebbles up. He’s so beautifully responsive. I lower my head and torment him, using my tongue to flick the nipple, teasing and torturing it with my tongue and teeth.

He groans, and from the way he’s arching into my mouth, he wants more. I back off.

“Oh!” he complains.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” I tease.

“Fuck. You know I do. Don’t be cruel,” he whines.

I run a finger down his chest and abdomen in a teasing caress. Then I take pity on him and play with his other nipple until he’s writhing and moaning on the bed.

Moving on, I kiss my way down his abdomen and lick and nibble around his hipbones and the creases where his pelvis meets his thigh. Justin squirms, twisting slightly, trying to bring his swollen cock to my mouth. I ignore him.

Justin moans his disapproval.

I lick my way down his thighs, then push them up so I have better access. Missing his balls and cock altogether, I lick the patch of skin behind them. Justin whimpers. My cock must like the sound, because it responds by leaking some more. It wants to be inside him, but we’re not ready for that yet.

Pushing his thighs higher, my tongue finds his hole and I suck and lick him, savouring the unique taste of him and the sound of his increasingly desperate moans. I love this man and I want to give him everything, want to be as close as it’s possible to be.

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