Page 96 of Crossing Lines

With a deep moan, he tipped his head to the side, exposing his neck. “You. I need you.” He brushed his hand over my thigh, then palmed my swelling dick through my athletic shorts.

“Fuck,” I whispered against the shell of his ear as heat grew low in my belly. I flicked my tongue inside his ear, then unfastened his shorts and fondled his lengthening cock through his briefs. It reminded me of the first time I’d touched him, at the gay bar after Owen had attacked him. Slipping my hand inside his underwear, I slowly stroked him.

Turning to me, he claimed my mouth with his, tangling our tongues and groaning into our kisses. He threaded his fingersthrough my hair and tugged on it. In a ragged voice, he asked, “Will you suck me off?”

“Oh, hell yes.” I crawled over his thighs, then slid down between them and mouthed his hot dick through his underwear.

“Oh fuck.” He gasped and clutched at my hair, his hips rocking. “Jesus, I need this.”

Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his shorts, I tugged on them. “I got you, Ryan. Anything you need, I can provide.”

As he lifted his hips, I shimmied his shorts down and freed his solid cock, stretching to his navel and already leaking for me.

My cock pulsed and my balls ached. I palmed them through my shorts for a beat, then focused on his perfect dick, flicking a bead of precum off the tip.

He sucked in a breath as a shudder rolled over him, and his thighs quivered. “Take it, Jonah.”

With a smirk, I swallowed him down, fluttering my tongue along his shaft and cupping his balls.

He tipped his head back and let out a rough moan, his dick twitching against my tongue.

Opening my throat, I pumped him with my mouth, my cheeks hollowing. I could do this one thing for him, make him feel amazing. As I fisted the base of his cock, I swirled my tongue around his flared crown.

“Jesus, fuck, Jonah, that’s good.” He tugged on the back of my head and thrust with his hips, fucking my mouth.

As my saliva dribbled down his balls, I quickened my pace, then slicked my fingers with it and drove them into his crease, circling his hole.

“Fuck yeah.” His body trembled and his breath grew ragged. “Close, Jonah. So fucking close.” His dick swelled further in my mouth.

I slid my finger inside his clenching entrance and twisted my mouth around his shaft.

He cried out, his face tensing and jaw dropping open, then his dick spurted hot cum down the back of my throat.

I stayed on him, lapping and slurping every drop, the heady taste of him filling my mouth. My own cock jerked in my shorts and dribbled precum into my underwear.

As it slowed, he panted and pushed on my shoulders, my mouth sliding off him. “Your turn. Come up here.” He waved for me to stand, his hair falling across his still-dazed eyes, his cheeks flushing.

“Oh, hell yeah.” I stood and dropped my shorts and briefs to the floor, then kicked them off. So what if someone might see my ass in the patio doors. Oh hell, they might have just seen worse. I glanced behind me. Fuck it. I knelt on the couch, my knees on either side of his hips, my aching dick bobbing at his lips. “This good?”

“Perfect.” Fisting the base, he plunged my cock into his mouth and sucked me down as if ravenous.

“Holy shit,” I gritted out as sensation sparked all through my body, curling my toes.

He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh, and bobbed over me with his tongue flicking at my slit.

Tension knotted in my gut and my balls drew up. I wasn’t going to last. Threading my fingers through his curls, I held on for the ride of my life. Sweet pulses surged inside me with each stroke of his tongue and my legs trembled. A moan rumbled out of me. “Gonna come, Ryan,” I said through my teeth as a surge of sensation rolled over me. “Fuck…”

He quickened his pace and sucked even harder, then moaned over my dick.

The vibration sparked heat in my balls, and I tumbled over the edge, each wave of my release shooting cum into his willing mouth. I gasped and held onto his head, my ass flexing with the thrusting of my hips. As it calmed, I pulled out of him with a wet pop and sat on his thighs. “Holy fuck, Ryan.” I fought to slow my heaving breaths.

Grabbing my shoulders, he tugged me to him and leaned his forehead on mine. “I love you, Jonah. No matter what the futurebrings, you remember that.” Lifting his head, his gaze locked on mine.

“Of course. I love you too.” I pressed my palm to his cheek, then planted a deep kiss on his mouth. Why was he talking like this? Was something else going on besides his mother’s cancer? My gaze searched his face. Surely, he’d tell me if there was. “Just think, Ryan, after this weekend’s games, we can be together whenever we want, however we want.”

He nodded, his gaze drifting off to the side. “Yeah, sure.” He pushed on my hips, moving me over.

“What’s wrong?” I shifted to sit next to him with my legs falling from the edge of the couch, then draped an arm around his shoulders. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”Way to blurt that out, Jonah.God, I was supposed to be lessening his stress, not demanding things from him.

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