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Jules kept his eyes on me as he used one hand to slide up and down my cock and the other to massage my balls. The pressure in my dick was all-consuming. My heart was racing and I was panting instead of breathing, but there was no fear. I was mesmerized as Jules leaned forward so he could lick the pre-cum from the head of my dick.

“Fuck,” I ground out.

The muscles in my arms burned as I kept myself upright so I could watch everything Jules’s sinful tongue was doing to me. When his mouth finally closed over the head of my cock, I was sure I’d come then and there. Instinct took over as he drew more of my dick into his mouth. I began pressing forward. Jules’s shiny lips were stretched wide to accommodate my girth. His hand held the base of my dick so he could angle my length in such a way that the next time I slid forward, more of my cock disappeared into his hot mouth.

“Jules,” I whispered in disbelief as he kept his eyes on me and continued to take every inch of me. When he began to gag, I tried to pull back, but Jules simply followed. When he began to swallow so he could suck even more of my dick down his throat, I gave up on trying to watch him and just let go. My arms gave out as wave after wave of sensation washed over me. I fell to my back on the bed and covered my face with my hands. All I could do was feel as Jules sucked me to the back of his throat. Somehow, he managed to get his lips down my shaft until his nose was buried in my groin. I swore I heard him inhale like he was drawing my scent into his lungs.

As soon as Jules began bobbing up and down the length of my dick, I knew I was a goner. “I’m not going to last,” I warned. I’d been dreaming of this moment forever, but I’d fantasized about the stranglehold his tight ass muscles would have on my cock when I was seated deep inside of him.

Problem was—and it really wasn’t a problem—I had no control over what happened next. Jules was in complete control. His saliva slickened my dick, making it easier for him to blow me. The urge to remain buried inside of him took over and I soon began lifting my lips so I could fuck his mouth. I couldn’t help but brace myself on my elbows so I could lift my head enough to watch. Jules’s cheeks were hollowed out as he sucked me. With every thrust, he swallowed. The move made the pressure in my balls build and build. I was so close to coming, but something inside of me was fighting to hang on to that last shred of control.

He slid his hand up the bed, searching out mine. I linked his fingers with mine and began pumping my hips harder. The need to come was bordering on pain.

“Jules,” I warned because my body could no longer do battle with itself. The impending orgasm was building upon itself the harder he worked my dick. The need to come finally won over the fear of what would happen if I did. I sat up and clutched the back of Jules’s head so I could hold him in place while I fucked his mouth. The sight of my reddened shaft disappearing between his shimmering lips was the tipping point. I fucked his mouth so hard that my balls were slapping his chin. I knew I was being too rough, but I couldn’t stop.

“Jules, I can’t… I can’t?—”

He began swallowing, milking my dick for the jizz that was right there. All I had to do was let go. When my eyes met his, that was it. I cried out as the rubber band inside of me finally snapped. I somehow managed to watch as I began to empty my release down Jules’s throat. Relief crashed through me in in violent pulses that left me too weak to keep myself upright. The last thing I saw before I fell back onto the bed was my semen coating Jules’s lips as he tried and failed to swallow every drop of it all at once. I gave in to the powerful orgasm that seemed to go on forever. I was sweating and struggling to breathe by the time my release began to ease. It felt like I’d run a marathon.

A really hot, hard, unbelievably charged marathon.

I was boneless by the time my mind became aware of where I was and what was happening. I could hear and feel Jules’s tongue as he lovingly licked and slurped at my softening cock. When he crawled up my body and kissed me, he fed me my own cum. We feasted on it together and then it was just him lying on top of me. His hard dick was pressed against my abdomen, proof that he hadn’t taken his own pleasure. I wanted to tell him I’d take care of him, but I was unable to speak. I was still floating on what remained of the natural high Jules had given me.

I wasn’t sure whether I nodded off or not, but the next thing I was aware of was Jules pressing soft kisses along my jaw and neck. His hand was rubbing my chest. He was lying partly on top of me with his upper body. His groin was pressed against my hip and his legs were intertwined with mine. It took me a second to realize that not only was he still hard, but he was naked from the waist down.

“I need to take care of you,” I murmured as I turned my head so I could kiss Jules on the mouth. He returned the kiss which went from tender and seeking to hot and hungry in a matter of moments.

Jules broke the kiss long enough to whisper, “Don’t worry, you will,” right before he reached beneath the pillow and pulled out a small bottle of lube.

“I have condoms,” Jules offered, even though there were none in sight. His message was clear. He wanted me inside of him without anything between us.

I’d never even considered fucking a guy without a condom before my second heart attack, but now it was all I could think about. I tugged Jules until he was once again lying on my chest. “Throw them away,” I whispered against his mouth right before I opened my lips over his and sought entry into his hot, wet, welcoming mouth.

ChapterSixteen

JULES

“I’m okay, Jules,”Flynn murmured between hungry kisses. His hand came up to cover the one I’d thought I’d subtly managed to hold against his neck in a way that I could feel his pulse point.

I broke the kiss and met his eyes. “I know,” I said, but even I could hear the lack of confidence in my voice. The taste of Flynn’s release lingered in my mouth, proof that the last several minutes really had happened, but between my emotional relief and the strained physical needs of my body, I was certain I was just moments away from having a panic attack myself.

I’d spent the last couple of weeks carefully laying out a plan to prepare not only Flynn but myself for the events of tonight. All the pictures, telephone calls, and video chats had been meant to subtly see how far I could push Flynn and what his physical reactions would be. As much as I’d loved each encounter, they’d been fraught with fear and anxiety. Sending Flynn pictures of clothing or doing the teasing videos that had been meant to heighten his sexual needs had been relatively easy, though I’d spent most of those times hard as a rock or fighting off the fear that my approach to proving to myself and Flynn that he could mentally handle his physical responses was causing more harm than good.

Looking at Flynn now as he studied me was proof that it had all been worth it.

So then why was I on the verge of losing it? That most definitely wasn’t part of the plan.

“Talk to me, Jules,” Flynn said softly. One of his hands was trailing up and down my spine while the other cradled my face.

“I’m fine,” I croaked, then gave a forced smile. “Just overly emotional.”

A split second later, I found myself on my back with Flynn on top of me. He used his right arm to support my body as he maneuvered our bodies so that my head was resting on a pillow at the head of the bed.

“New rule number one: we always tell each other the truth,” Flynn said softly.

I nodded because I knew that he was right. It still didn’t make it easier to deal with the tangled knot of emotions running through me. This wasn’t how the rest of the night was supposed to go, especially when Flynn’s responses had been exactly what I’d hoping. True, he’d had a brief moment when he’d tensed up, but we’d worked through it together and after that, he’d been fine.

Perfect, actually.

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