Page 103 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

Knowing where it’s stashed, I grab the bottle, tossing it on the bed before pulling off my shirt. Brad makes an appreciative sound as I drop the fabric, his gaze intent as he watches me undress. He gives his cock a slow stroke, eyes shifting downward as I tug off my jeans and then my underwear.

“That’ll fit?” he asks dubiously.

I huff. “It’ll fit.”

He licks his lips and nods, and the sight of him naked before me—hand on his cock and body spread out along his pristine white sheets—has me itching to dirty him in every way possible. To lick him from head to toe. To push him onto his stomach and eat him out from behind. To fuck him so hard into the mattress that he won’t ever want to leave this bed. We’d stay here, tangled together, making a home that’s all our own.

“You’re staring,” Brad says, a soft smile gracing his lips.

“Because it’s you,” I answer, heading his way.

He exhales, letting his cock go and rolling fully onto his back as I cover him, my lips meeting his for a long, drawn-out kiss.

I pull back enough to speak. “I want you on top of me. So you can control the pace.”

“Yeah,” he breathes.

“And while your mouth is on my cock, I’ll work my fingers into your ass.”

“Why-y-ydoes that sound so much hotter when you say it?” he groans. “Fuck. Yeah, let’s do that.”

With a snort, I roll onto my back, and Brad hops up. He swings himself around, looking over his shoulder to check my position before easing his leg over my head.

“Oh my God,” he mumbles. “Can you see my ass right now?”

“Yes,” I tell him, smoothing my hands up his backside. “That okay?”

“Yeah, yep,” he says, hands settling to either side of my hips. “Just feeling a bit exposed here. No biggie. Hello, Greg. You’re looking very handsome today. Have you always been this…robust?”

Brad’s hand wraps around the base of my cock, and I grab the lube to distract myself from how good it feels to have any part of him touching me. Knowing any second his mouth will be added into the mix has me fighting to hang on to my control.

“So, uh,” Brad says conversationally, stroking me once. “I’ve been practicing.”

A soft swipe of his tongue has me groaning, eyes slipping shut. “Practicing?”

“My BJ skills.”

“On what?” I ask, more curious than anything. I flip the lube open.

“Popsicles,” he says, giving me another lick. “A couple bananas. One cucumber.”

Oh good God.

“So I’m fairly confident I can get at least half of your dick in my mouth,” he says. “But I’m gonna shoot for whole.”

I barely have time to brace myself before Brad’s mouth is sliding over my cock. I hold on to his leg, back bowing as he takes me deeper than I would have expected for his first foray into dick sucking. He makes a sound, pulling off with suction that has me grunting.

“That’s…”

“What?” I ask roughly, using the reprieve to lube my fingers.

“I mean…you’re just way more satisfying than a popsicle. Hold on—let me just…”

Brad sinks back down, the wet heat of his mouth sliding over me, the soft, rhythmic sucking nearly doing me in, despite the novice coordination of it all. I’m pretty sure Brad could stare at my dick, ask me to come, and I’d do it. Having his mouth on me?

I don’t stand a chance.

“That’s really fucking good,” I manage to say, my toes curling against the mattress as I do my best to keep myself in check. “Feels fantastic, bub.”

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