Page 67 of Last Chance Love

To my surprise andextremedisappointment, he pulled off just as my stomach began to tighten. I stared at him in shock, and he shrugged. “Trust me.”

I blinked as he sat up and scooted closer, gripping the base of his dick and aiming it. For a moment, I could only stare at him stupidly, allowing him to rub his cock along my bottom lip, and I…tasted him. He had always been more of a leaker than I was, which wasn’t saying a lot, and the taste of him so excited and eager brought me back into the moment.

Generally, I preferred to be in control of giving a blowjob, but just like moments before, I knew there were not going to be any issues with Reed. The head slipped into my mouth, and I felt its weight on my tongue as he pushed slowly, testing himself and me. The angle wasn’t the greatest, but after picking his hips up, he was able to slide into my throat, pushing far enough that my nose pressed against his hip bone.

“God,” he said, hovering over me, eyes locked onto mine with a fierce heat. “I forgot how fucking good you look like this.”

Not to be outdone, I reached up and grabbed his bare ass, finding his hole. He smirked, drawing free from my mouth. That gave me all the time I needed to wet my finger and bring it back around, his cock once more finding my mouth.

He sank into my throat at the same time as I managed to get my finger inside the tight heat of his ass, making him groan. This used to be the way we could get away with throwing some anal into what we were doing without risking getting too naked when we might need to dress quickly. It was also usually the only way he could get anything into my ass in the first year of dating.

However, Reed had no such issues and began rocking his hips. Sliding into my throat to back up onto my finger. I wanted this just as much as I wanted to watch him do something like this on my cock, and I swore if this didn’t somehow freak us out after the orgasm cleared, we were going to find a way to get me inside him.

I used my other hand to slowly stroke myself, not needing to do much to stay on the edge where he’d left me. Between watching Reed suck me off only a couple of minutes ago and now watching his face as it twitched with pleasure, his eyes never leaving my face, the feel of him around my finger and sliding into my throat…I stayed at the edge all too easily.

“God, I hate it when I’m right,” he groaned, pulling free from my mouth.

“Are we edging now? Seriously?” I complained. “We better the fuck not be.”

He chuckled, pulling his ass off my finger. “No.”

I watched him twist around and suddenly realized what he was doing. On all fours, his dick dangled down into my face, stiff as a board and still wet from my mouth, and now he was hovering over mine. He briefly used his hand to grab the base of my thick cock and bring it to his lips before returning it to the bed so he could use both hands to hold himself up.

I wasted no time in doing the same, my heart racing as the warmth of his mouth returned, sucking me into his throat. I groaned as his hips pushed his cock almost to the hilt, and I could feel it throb with every pulse of his furious heartbeat. I was in his mouth, and he was in mine, and I could feel the very edge I’d been riding finally break.

With a groan, I surged forward, burying his cock entirely in my throat and letting the muscles squeeze it as my body gave in at last. I blasted into his mouth, Reed swallowing eagerly as his body hunched into me. Another groan escaped me as he pumped into my throat, my cock sending another wave of overwhelming pleasure through me when his moan vibrated the already overly stimulated shaft.

Reed slumped to the side, flopping onto his back, freeing us from one another. The taste of him was on my tongue despite most going directly down my throat, and I could see a little dribble on my stomach from my dick. I turned to look at him, our eyes meeting and smiling.

“Still sorry?” I asked with a little smile.

“Not even the slightest,” he said, patting my stomach roughly.

“Sleep in the bed with me tonight?” I asked, my heart tripping over itself at the request.

“Yeah,” he said without missing a beat and smiling widely at me. “You bet.”

“Good,” I said, closing my eyes and telling myself to ride out this high because come morning, I would probably have second thoughts…and then thirds.

REED

I woke feeling intense heat wrapped around me and winced as I realized I was practically roasting alive. It didn’t take long to realize the cabin's air conditioning must not be strong enough to keep up with two people sleeping side by side for hours. Especially when one of those people was Leon, who I remembered all too well from when we were younger, had always been the living embodiment of a furnace.

Thankfully, his grip on me wasn’t that strong, and I slipped out of bed without too much fuss. Silently yawning, I padded to the bathroom to empty my bladder, washing my hands before I stepped back out into the room, bathed in sunlight. Leon was where I left him, on his side, his arm in the space where I had been a few minutes before.

Smiling, I grabbed my pants off the floor. There was a strand of hair on his forehead that I brushed away, thinking about how this was the first time I’d seen his hair this long in two years. He’d always complained when we were younger about how long his hair got and how it got in his way. I guess here, where you could get a haircut whenever you wanted, he subconsciously fought that same battle and kept it short.

It didn’t matter to me, even when it annoyed him. I’d always liked his hair. There hadn’t been much about him I hadn’t liked. Fittingly, the small list of things I didn’t like drove me crazy, but even then, they had always been outweighed by the things I loved. I had always thought that would be enough, but first I left, and I suppose, in his own way, he left as well, years later.

Now, here we were after two years of awkward talking and carefully trying to feel one another out. Trying to move beyond our past but always tied down by it. Had last night finally been a way to break those chains we’d forged, or was it just a new one that would keep us locked in place? I suppose there was no way to know other than to keep living our lives and deal with one another.

I glanced at the clock and realized I had a shift to deal with, so our relationship, or whatever this was, would have to wait until we had free time again. He had a later shift and a shorter one because he was technically on partial leave for his injuries. I would have to tell Mona at some point today that he was cleared to work independently again, even if I would miss it.

I dressed quickly, making sure the coffee pot was prepared, and almost left. I looked toward the bed where Leon was still sleeping peacefully and realized that slipping out in the morning might look bad. He would try to keep it under his hat, but I knew it would bother him. The only thing available to write on was his journal. Opening the back cover so I wouldn’t see the rest of the pages, I tore a page out to scribble a note.

Leon,

Sorry to leave without saying anything. I know the pills make you sleep better than ever, and you looked sweet. I’m not the slightest bit worried or upset about what happened, and I know things will still be slow for us, and that’s good. Try not to freak out too much when you wake up and think about it, alright? Just hit the switch on the machine. I know you’re a zombie when you wake up, so that should be simple.

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