Page 44 of It's Complicated

Using my hand on the part of him I couldn’t take, I stroked him in tandem with my mouth, doing that little twist trick he’d done on me.

“That’s it,” he panted. “Just like that. Fuck. I’m coming.”

He tried to pull back, but I stuck with him. I didn’t think I’d manage to swallow it all, but I wanted to try.

He came with a cry, his body shaking and his muscles tense.

The first ribbon of his release hit the back of my throat. I pulled off him, coughing like a moron and staring up at him as he stroked himself through his orgasm, angling his cock down so he came on the floor and not all over my face.

A part of me was disappointed, which was such a mindfuck I almost started choking again. Was I into facials?

“Holy crap.” He sank to his knees, his body weak and his eyes glassy. “Jesus, you’re good at that.”

“Helps that I have a dick too.” I wrapped my arms around him and tugged him close.

He melted against me, half hugging, half leaning on me.

Being able to hold him like this was just as hot as blowing him. The closeness and intimacy of the moment was incredible—and a little terrifying.

I’d never felt even a fraction of the passion and desire I did for Isaac with anyone else. Not a single sexual experience could even hold a candle to what we’d just shared, and I didn’t know what to do with that.

If I felt that much from a mutual blow job, what would I feel when we did more?

My heart kind of skipped a beat.

When we did more.

One time would never be enough with him, but what if he didn’t want that? What if this proved to him that he wasn’t into guys, and this was it?

“Next time we’re doing that sitting,” he mumbled against my neck.

“We are?” I rubbed his back, a smile sliding over my lips as some of my anxiety faded.

“Oh yeah. Standing Os are amazeballs, but dangerous when they come from you. Gravity was not my friend just then.”

“Amazeballs?” I teased.

“Awesomesauce. Fan-fucking-tastic. Take your pick.” He nuzzled his cheek against my neck. “My bones feel like they were replaced with jelly.”

“I take it you liked that?” I teased, sinking into the moment and the afterglow. I could freak out about everything later.

He pressed a few soft kisses into my skin and let out a happy sigh. “I can confidently say that I enjoyed that.”

I laughed, a weird little flash of euphoria hitting out of the blue. “You did?” I pretended to be shocked. “I couldn’t tell.”

“Shut up.” He pinched my ass.

“Hey!” I yelped and jumped, nearly sending us toppling over.

“You liked it too.” He bumped his soft dick against my semi. “Hello. Feels like someone’s trying to get back in the game, coach.”

“He can stay on the bench. Game’s over.”

Isaac sort of peeled himself off me as he let go, then fell back on his heels with a bewildered laugh. “We blew each other.”

I sat back on my heels too. “We did.”

Seeing Isaac out of it and a bit silly from his orgasm warmed my chest. I liked knowing I made him feel that good.

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