Page 26 of Beyond the Summer

He was still a total brat, though.But I was beginning to understand that I liked my boys a little bratty.

I slid my hand up his back, exploring the hard contours of muscle until my fingers grazed at his soft, dark hair.A comfortable warmth spread through me, an odd sense of rightness at having him this close.But, as always, prickles of anxiety started to nibble at the corners of my consciousness, whispering insecurities that were always there.What did a guy like him want with a virgin?

I was about to nudge him awake when the phone Sutton had carelessly thrown on the coffee table erupted into life, shattering our peace.He jolted upright, a tangle of limbs and grogginess, while I reached for the vibrating device.The screen lit up, flashing 'Asshole' in bold letters.I frowned and hit the ignore button on the screen.The call flashed away, leaving a relentless stream of notifications from the same caller.My heart stopped.From the quick glance I got before Sutton snatched the phone away, the messages were from his parents, and full of threats and warnings.

"What is that?"I asked, keeping my tone even despite the storm of questions brewing inside me.

Sutton's face lost all color, and he swallowed hard, eyes darting away."Just my father.And no, I don't want to talk about it," he muttered, and I could see the walls slamming back up around him.Did I push him for answers and risk chasing him away?He turned the phone off and tossed it aside, settling back down next to me with a heavy sigh."Please.For the weekend.I can't handle him anymore."

The vulnerability in his voice, the way his arms tightened around my waist, made me kiss his forehead and sigh."Okay.But I won't let it slide forever.For the weekend."

"Noted."He looked up at me, his green eyes rimmed with uncertainty, a vulnerability that tugged at something deep within me.Without hesitation, I slid my arm around his waist, pulling him close.The heat of his body seeped through the thin fabric of his tank top as I hugged him tightly to me."So, do you plan to keep denying me all weekend?"

"As the only virgin in the room, I should clarify that I'm not intentionally denying you.It's just that I'm in a constant state of panic that you won't like what I want to do to you."

He lifted his head, staring down at me, studying me carefully."You seem so confident."

"Me, confident?Maybe you're still groggy from sleep."I grabbed his chin and gave him a gentle pat.

Sutton laughed, shaking his head."No.You're confident and commanding, the way I like my tops."His cheeks heated.

"Good thing you don't know what's going on inside my head, then," I muttered.

"So do we start the edging now?"

"Sutton, I said I was going to woo you."

He smirked."Woo me, edge me, it's all the same, really.When do I get to come?I think I'd like to do so with that big dick stuffed deep inside me.Or maybe while I let you throat fuck me."

"Don't tempt me."

"Isn't that the point?What do you say, Ben?Shut me up with your dick down my throat."

Growling, I rolled us onto our sides and kissed him, shoving him into the couch cushions.It wasn't gentle or tentative; it was fierce, and it felt like a promise.Though my mind was a whirlwind of questions about his experiences, kissing Sutton was familiar territory.Even with the tremors of nervousness that vibrated through my fingertips, I knew he loved my kisses as much as I loved kissing him.

Sutton's response was immediate, his lips parting in a silent plea for more.He melted against me; the tension draining from his shoulders as I deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of him.My tongue swept against his, coaxing a soft whimper from his throat.He crawled forward, straddling my hips, and I buried a hand in his hair, holding him where I needed him.Despite all his flirty teasing, our evening together had been quiet and calm—I'd ordered takeout, and we'd snuggled on the sofa watching a movie.

We'd done the awkward thing where we both made excuses to hang out a little longer, and a little longer, neither of us wanting to head alone to a cold, empty bed.So we'd fallen asleep right there.

I kissed my way down his throat, and he arched against me, opening his legs so our cocks ground together.Fuck, he felt good, and I wanted to feel more of him.I let the need chase away my anxiety.Shoving my hands up under his tank top and exploring his firm muscles.

"Let me see you," I said as we broke apart, my voice low and rough with longing.With hands that were surprisingly steady, given the storm of desire brewing inside me, I reached for the hem of his tank top.I pulled it off in one smooth motion, revealing the expanse of his muscled chest.Sutton was all defined lines and smooth skin, and I couldn't resist running my fingers over each dip and curve.

"Fuck, Sutton, you're beautiful," I breathed out, genuinely awestruck by the man before me.The freckles across the bridge of his nose seemed to dance as he blushed under my gaze, but his eyes remained locked on mine, hungry for approval.

Beneath my fingertips, I felt the thrumming beat of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest quickening as I explored further.Each caress drew another whimper from him, and my own arousal grew, pressing insistently against the confines of my shorts.He shifted against me, and I could feel how hard he was.

"Needy boy," I murmured, and he whimpered and pressed closer."Look how your body responds to being edged."

"So you admit you're edging me."He grinned, a little of his cheekiness coming back."You like what you see?"

"Show me more," I breathed.

With a coy bite of his bottom lip that hinted at a playful mischief, Sutton climbed off the couch stand before me.His fingers hooked onto the elastic band of his shorts, drawing them down slowly, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of skin.My mouth went dry as he revealed not just any underwear, but a red jockstrap cradling his ass, with a cute and fun rainbow waistband.It was like unwrapping a gift I didn't know I'd wanted.

I sat forward, planting my feet on the ground and reaching for the elastic of his underwear, giving it a little tug.He turned, giving me a full view, and damn if it wasn't a sight to behold.The muscular curves of his body, the way his shoulders tapered down to a trim waist, all of it was alluring.But it was the roundness of his ass, perfectly framed by the straps of the jockstrap, that had my cock swelling painfully against my shorts.

I wanted to know what it felt like to thrust into him, to know what his face looked like as he was filled, as he came, with my name on his lips.And I wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside me.I wondered if he ever allowed that, or if he only did the bottom thing.

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