Page 39 of False Start

I try not to laugh at him. He sounds so sincere, and I know he is. His muscles are pulled tight, making all his veins pop and bulge with each breath. I want to lick them.

So I do. I lean up and lick along the very prominent vein in his bicep. He groans, sounding pained, and I can’t help but notice the bulge in his jeans. We match.

“You sure about this, Vaughn?” I have to ask him, even though I don’t want to stop. No part of me wants to stop and talk right now—another first for me.

“What do I have to do to convince you?”

I lick my lips, my eyes roaming over his torso. He has more chest hair than I do, but considering I have next to nothing, that’s not too difficult. But I love the dusting of light hair between his pecs, my hand moving up his solid abs and brushing through the hair.

“I wanna suck you,” I blurt out, and I watch his pupils dilate and his jaw flex with tension before he nods his head almost comically. It would be funnier if I wasn’t so horny.

I flip us—mostly just me signaling that I want to switch positions—until he moves his body under mine and I’m between his legs.Okay, Austin, no getting lost in this. It’s sex. Rebound sex. Experience.

It’s okay. You can do this.

My hand is trembling, though, as I trace the trail of dark hair from his belly button to the top of his jeans with my finger. But Vaughn is Vaughn, and he notices instantly, his hand going to my wrist to stop the movement. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.”

“I’m ready,” I say, my voice husky and quiet but certain. “I’m so damn ready for this. You have no idea.”

He grins at me. “I have some idea.” He looks down at his cock, hard and pushing against the denim of his jeans, begging to be freed. “I got tested after Vanessa and I broke up. I don’t think she actually cheated on me, but I just wanted to be sure.”

I lick my lips, staring at the impressive bulge in his jeans. I nod my head absently, knowing he’d never put me in harm’s way. “I’ve never been with anyone. I mean one kiss...”

I meet his eyes, feeling a little pathetic, but all I see in his eyes is untamed lust. “So we’re good to go then.”

I take a deep breath, my hands going to the button of his jeans, flicking it open. “We are.”

He helps me get his jeans and his briefs off. It takes some effort because he’s really hard. I’ve only seen dicks other than mine when I’ve watched porn, but I can confidently say that Vaughn’s is the prettiest dick on the planet. Long and thick with a vein running through it. Flared at the tip and swollen with desire. He’s leaking, and I can’t help but whimper when I see the drop of precum forming at his slit.

“I’m dying here, Austin.” He wiggles a little underneath me, and it does funny things to my insides, thinking about this strong, confident man being putty in my hands. It’s a heady feeling.

“I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Anything you do will feel good, but I think I’d like it more if you were naked.”

My eyes flick up to his face, seeing again that he’s totally sincere. I have to admit a part of me thought he would want me to keep my clothes on. That maybe a blowjob from a guy wouldn’t be so bad for astraightguy because he could pretend...

But I should’ve known better. Vaughn would never do that. He’s all-in on this, whatever this is.

I stand up and quickly remove all my clothes, his eyes never leaving me. And when they settle on my hard cock—which will make it impossible for him to miss that I’m a guy—I only see stark desire there. Want.

He wants me. My body. This is actually happening.

I climb back between his legs, and my eyes settle on his cock, which is, if possible, even harder than it was before. I feel a little dizzy, like I can’t believe this is actually going to happen.

“Hey, look at me.” His voice grounds me, and I do what he says, his dark-blue eyes shining with care. He may not be in love with me for real, but he does care about me, that much I know for sure. “We don’t do anything you don’t want to.”

I take the moment to wrap my hand around his thick shaft and watch his entire body tense with pleasure. “I want.” I stroke him slowly, using his precum to make the glide easier. “I want this so damn badly.”

I watch as he tips his head back, his abs and pecs flexing as I work him over slowly, playing with the grip, making it a little tighter and watching his response. “Yes. Like that.”

The tendons in his neck are pulled tight, and he’s so sexy like this. Taking his pleasure. I want to make this good for him, but I believe him when he says I am.

I lean forward a little, still holding onto his hard cock and lick along the vein. I swear he nearly jolts off the bed, his hips thrusting forward. I did that. Me. No one else. My own cock is leaking, and I can’t stop myself from rutting against the bed while I take the tip of him into my mouth and suck. I’m met with a burst of flavor that’s new but not unpleasant.

Not at all. I close my eyes and suck on him, tasting the evidence of him enjoying this as I thrust against the mattress in blind lust. I have Vaughn’s cock in my mouth. This is really happening.

“Fuck, Austin.” He’s panting, and his fingers slide through my hair, but he doesn’t push more of himself inside me. “I’m so close already. I’m not going to last.”

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