Page 44 of Bump and Run
“Tell me, Bashful.”
Jones’s cheeks burned crimson. “How good it will feel. How much I want to have y-you inside of m-me.”
The way he stumbled over his words was more than adorable. I was absolutely sure that I was madly in love with this man, even though I knew it was too soon to feel that way. And I was going to break his heart.
“Mm, is that so?” I tilted his head up, so he had no choice but to look at me. His hazel orbs fixed on me, filled with lust and need. “Are you sure you want to give that to me? Once we do it, there’s no going back. You’ll no longer be a virgin.”
Jones nodded. “I want you to be my first.” He placed his hands on my shoulders.
I captured his mouth with mine, shoving my tongue between his lips without hesitation, groaning at the way he let me take what I wanted. Taking someone’s virginity was a big step. Something Jones was going to remember for the rest of his life, even we didn’t last. If we did this, I needed to make it good for him.
I yanked Jones back into the pool and caged him in against the wall, making sure he could feel how much I wanted this. “I’m going to ask you again. You’re sure that you want this from me? You can say no, and I won’t be upset.”
“Yes, please, Charlie, I need you. I want you to make love to me.” He never hesitated in his words, and the truth he spoke was written all over his beautiful, flawless face.
Love.
Fuck. Me. “Come on.”
I laced our fingers together and practically dragged him from the water. The air had turned cooler, and his skin broke out in goosebumps. I grabbed a towel to dry him off, and the smile on Jones’s face made my heart nearly burst from my chest. I needed to get a grip on myself before things got out of control. Before I said things I couldn’t take back. Things that would ruin us both.
He giggled. “You don’t have to do that.” Jones reached for the towel, but I pushed his hand away.
“Let me take care of you.” I stopped to look at him. His blond curls were wild, and his eyes sparkled. “Please, Bashful,” I added.
Jones blushed, his entire chest and face turning a pale shade of pink. “Thank you.”
When I finished drying him off, I worked on myself and then took his hand again. “Let’s go inside.”
I only stopped to grab our clothes before we went back into the house. Jones squeezed me tightly as he followed me to my room, and then I was twisting him around to kiss him again. To get at those soft, plump lips I couldn’t seem to get enough of.
“Fuck, Bashful, how are you not nervous?” My entire body was shaking with excitement and anxiety, but Jones looked as cool as a cucumber.
“Because it’s you, Charlie.”
Jones said it so simply. Like we had known one another our entire lives and that this was the most natural step in our relationship. Not that we hadn’t met by chance because our parents were getting married, and for the first time since my father moved here, I had decided to come visit. To meet my future stepmother.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” Jones reached up and dragged his fingers over my face. “No one has ever made me feel as special as you do.”
I backed him up against the bed, and when he sat down, my cock jerked against my leg.
“Because youarespecial. Get comfortable, Bashful. I’m going to make this so good for you.”
Jones moved farther onto the mattress, his eyes bright as he kept them on mine. I opened the drawer of the table next to the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom before I joined him. I crawled over Jones’s body, pressing kisses over his jawline and neck before I found his lips again. He threaded his fingers into my hair while his legs droppedopen, and I groaned at the feel of his hard, eager cock against mine.
I pulled back to smile at Jones, taking in his blown-out pupils, the way his lips were parted, and how he already looked completely wrecked just for me. I shimmied down his torso, stopping to lick at his hard, pebbled nipples, and soaking in his moans and gasps. Jones’s hands fisted the blanket at his side as he watched me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his perfect face. I took the time to suck more hickeys into the softness of his belly, then stopped to press my nose into the soft, golden hairs around his cock. He smelled like the pool, a little like my bodywash, and all mine.
“Ch-Charlie.” Jones whimpered as I dragged my tongue over the length of his shaft. “I need you so bad.”
I wrapped my hand around him. “What do you need, Bashful? Tell me.” I twisted my fingers around the head of his cock, and the feral sound he made went straight to my groin.
“You, inside of me. Please. Now,” Jones whined.
I pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, catching the salty precum on my tongue, then swallowed him down to the root. His hips canted, and I nearly choked on his beautiful length. He jerked me off him, then twisted his body around to get to me.
“Jesus, you don’t—”
