Page 38 of Nerdy Dirty Valentine

I understood what he meant. Every nerve I possessed was piercing with intensity. I wanted to get my hands on his pants, yank his underwear down, and show him how I worshipped him.

But how ready was James? I needed to know that first.

“Can I take the rest of your clothes off?”

James placed his hands on my shoulders. “Only if you go to the bedroom with me and get naked, too.”

My heart soared when he said that. “I’ll take care of you,” I vowed.

“Let’s take care of each other.”

I didn’t stop touching him. Despite my shaking hands, I peeled away James’ clothes, pressing butterfly kisses at eachnew spot of skin. I undid the slacks, yanked his underwear away, let his cock come free and bop proudly at his stomach.

In return, James kissed the side of my jaw, grabbed at me when my shirt came off, kneaded my shoulders, and ran the back of his hand down my pecs.

“Fuck, that feels good. Keep touching me.”

James smiled widely. “Keep talking and I might.”

“I’m going to have that thick cock in my mouth soon, but I’ll talk to you until then.”

James flushed, his eyes hooded with desire. I stripped off the rest of our clothes, tossed him into my bed, and went to scrape my stubble along the planes of his stomach.

“I’m so fucking lucky to touch you,” I told him. “I’m going to grab that dick and rub it along mine.” I wrapped my fingers around it as I spoke. I worked his cock, playing with the head and slit until James writhed under my touch, begging for more.

It made my dick slick, but I ignored it, focusing on James.

“You like that, babe? So do I.” I brought my hand to my mouth and licked my fingers one by one. “You taste so good.” James’ precum leaked with each word. He panted and threw one arm across his face.

“Don’t hide from me,” I urged. “I need to see how much you like this. How much you want it.”

He groaned deeply but moved his arm away. His gaze was hot on mine, his glasses foggy, as he bit the corner of his lip.

“Please, keep going,” he croaked, naked yearning on his face.

Gently, I removed his glasses and put them on my nightstand.

Then, my mouth returned to his, and we kissed. My cock pulsed beside his, and we moved in rhythm. I was so hungry for him. His taste, the noises he made…

“I need to come.”

“Not yet. I told you. Need that fat cock in my mouth. Have to suck that sweet head, lick those balls.”

Even as I dirty-talked him, my hands caressed his inner thighs, skated to his waist. I couldn’t stop touching, didn’t want to stop. Since we were schoolboys, I wanted to get my hands on him. That hadn’t changed. I wanted him today as much as yesterday.

Maybe always.

I went light-headed with the thought. There was a painful yearning in my chest, even as I continued the gentle touches.

I desperately tried to come up with more dirty talk. The rest was too real, too scary. Too fucking intimate. James was the one who was supposed to be vulnerable, not me. I’d missed my chance at an “always.” Hadn’t I? I had to stop thinking, feeling these things…

I took a deep breath. “Gonna suck you now. Take that dick so hard into my mouth you might pass out. But don’t worry, babe, I’ll revive you. And my mouth is all yours to fuck me with. Plow my lips, own my throat, make me take it hard and long.”

James whimpered, and for a moment, I felt back in control.

“Turn around,” James hissed. “I want the same. Your… cock. My mouth.”

I wasn’t sure time was on my side to move; my cock was aching just rubbing against his. And I needed to suck him off, not the other way around. James’ mouth on me might be too much…

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