Page 56 of Tides of Discovery
He smiled, and there was something gentle and vulnerable in his expression. “She’s a great kid.”
We sat in silence for a moment as the car idled. Eventually, Jack cut the engine. “I'll walk you to your door.”
But, standing outside my apartment, I couldn’t bear the thought of him leaving. The place would feel too empty, too lonely compared to the warmth of the evening we’d just shared.
“Do you want to come in?” I blurted. “For a beer?”
Jack’s eyes softened. “Sure, if you’re not too tired.”
Inside, we hung up our jackets, and I grabbed two Barnacle Brews from the fridge.
Jack wandered over to my bookshelf and perused the collection he’d seen a hundred times before. When I brought his beer to him, he thanked me with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes in the way that had always made my day a little brighter.
We sat close together on the couch and talked about nothing important—the book he was reading, a new tea supplier I was considering for the shop. But all I could focus on wasthe narrowing space between us, how each shift brought us a fraction closer.
I snapped.
I plucked the bottle out of his hand and plunked it onto the coffee table beside mine. He raised an eyebrow knowingly and smirked.
I cupped his stubbly jaw with my hand and pressed my lips to his.
Jack responded immediately, one arm wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. I deepened the kiss and shifted to face him more fully, his hands threading through my hair with gentle urgency. My hands slipped under his sweater, fingertips tracing the warm skin beneath as our tongues found their rhythm together. He tasted of yeasty hops and burning need. My cock pulsed in my jeans and begged for attention.
Some distant part of my brain knew we should stop, should talk about what was happening. But the much louder part of me didn’t want to risk breaking whatever spell had fallen over us.
Jack pulled back slightly, his breathing uneven. “Cooper…?”
I answered by pulling him back to me. I kissed him with all the longing that had been building inside me.
“I need you,” he whispered against my mouth. His hands slid under my shirt and left trails of heat against my skin.
I nipped his neck, and goosebumps rose on his skin. “Can I suck you off?” I asked, my voice rough.
He froze.
I pulled away, afraid I’d gone too far. I kept crossing boundaries, yet I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I…cared…about Jack. I wanted more with him. But I seemed to have shocked him. “Sorry, I?—”
“Yes.Please.” His voice was nothing but a husky growl.
Anticipation thrummed through my blood and pumped through my aching dick.
I pushed the coffee table aside and dropped to my knees between his thighs. I peppered kisses on his stomach as I tore at the button and zipper of his jeans. He lifted his hips and shoved his pants and briefs down to his ankles, sighing in relief as he freed his erection. A bead of precum glistened on the head, and I leaned forward and licked the salty drop.
Jack hissed. “Fuck…it’s going to be hard not to shoot like it’s my first time.”
I might have been the one on my knees, but a sense of power buzzed through my veins. Smugly, I said, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Jack gave a brittle laugh and swiped a hand down his face. “Christ, Coop…” I enveloped his dick with my hand, and it twitched with need against my palm.
I raised my eyes. “Watch me.” He lowered his gaze, his eyes on fire with desire. I slowly licked his shaft from the base to the tip. He tasted uniquely like Jack: warm, masculine, and slightly musky.
He shuddered, his eyelids hooded. “That feels so good.”
The praise went straight to my head. A brief, vivid glimpse of what our life could be like together appeared unbidden in my mind. Days and nights giving each other pleasure. My dick grew harder at the thought.
I took him into my mouth, tongued his cock as I bobbed on him, and added the stroke of my hand. I relished the feel of him, the fullness of his girth in my mouth. Of his soft skin over a hard shaft. Of the heat in my hand.
His thigh tightened under my free hand. “Fuck,” he muttered. “You…you’re…” His words stuttered as I stroked and sucked. I knew he was close.
