Page 14 of Winter's End

He slid his hands underneath the hem of my Henley and tugged it over my torso and arms, breaking our kiss for the first time. After throwing the shirt over the other side of the couch, he attacked my mouth once again, giving me no chance to catch my breath or question what we were doing.

Oxygen was overrated anyway.

We took turns controlling the kiss, alternating between sensuous explorations and ravenous hunger, chest to chest and skin on skin.

Without warning, Shane broke away.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered; his forehead pressed against mine with the earnest request.

“I trust you,” I confirmed, brushing the hair back from his face and kissing the tip of his nose. He grinned the grin only Shane knew how to do; one that lit up every pore in his face, making you question if he was a god or a man.

He grabbed my hands and led me through one of the mystery doors to a bedroom with a double bed, a simple dresser, and a nightstand.

Shane nuzzled me back onto the bed, then climbed over me to straddle my hips. The bed sunk beneath our combined weight, its creaky springs protesting under the strain. I cocked a brow at him.

“I don’t think this bed can handle you fucking me right now.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise at the suggestion, but it wasn’t off the table for me. Maybe not today, but someday? I didn’t know what label I was, but I wanted Shane in my life as more than my best friend.

I wanted his body.

“How about we work up to that, baby?” His fingers stroked down the length of my torso before circling back to my nipples. He lowered his pillowy lips down to my right pec and nipped the tip. I shuddered beneath him as heat flooded through me.

“I know you’ve already topped, but you may like bottom, too.”

Shane continued to lick and suck my pecs, an experience I couldn’t say I’d had before, before his words finally registered.

“Wait, what? How did you—” I realized where he would have seen my one and only anal experience.

“You were there?” I asked, my words ending in a breathy moan as he trailed kisses down my abs and dipped his tongue into the sensitive skin of my belly button, making me shiver.

“Accident.” He slid his fingers under the waistband of my jeans, teasing my hairline. “But let’s just say I haven’t been able to forget it.”

The raw lust in his eyes turned my cock to steel. Before I could beg him to rip off my pants, he unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them over my hips and thighs, leaving me bare on the comforter in just my black boxers.

“I’m sure Winter’s told you this, but you’re one gorgeous specimen of a man, Drew Johnson. I want to lick every inch of you.”

“Everyinch of me?” I croaked out, hoping I wasn’t going to suffer from this hard-on for the rest of the day.

He licked his bottom lip before biting down on it, the move so hot I was about to come with no help from him at all.

“Every. Thick. Inch.”

He slid down my boxers and released my aching cock from its prison. Instead of grasping it in his large palm like I’d hoped, he lowered himself down and kissed the tip of my head. My cock jumped at the contact, the tease not nearly enough to sate my hunger.

He sucked my balls into his mouth, lightly rolling them with his tongue. His hand grasped the base of my shaft and squeezed from root to tip; my leaking pre-cum coated the tops of his fingers.

When he took me fully into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks and swirling his tongue around my slit, I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. I was floating on the ancient blanket and even older mattress as Shane electrified my blood and forced fireworks behind my eyes. He teased and sucked and licked until I was two seconds from coming apart in his mouth.

Then he stopped.

“Not cool, man.” I groaned, my body so tense I could snap like a bowstring.

“It’s okay, baby,” Shane soothed as he stood and reached into his pocket. “I want to give you a new experience.”

“I’ve never had my dick sucked by a guy before,” I protested weakly. “That’s a new experience.”

He smirked down at me as he shucked off his jeans and tugged off his own boxers—in true Shane style, his had red Tasmanian Devils all over them—but I wasn’t prepared for the enormous cock that sprang free when he stood naked before me.

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