A Kind of Truth (15 page)

I gulped and held up my hand. He offered a shy smile before moving closer until I could feel his breath on my lips and see the blatant desire in his gaze. I’d opened my mouth to say fuck knows what when he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss on my chin.

“Are you having second thoughts?” he asked in a husky tone I’d never heard before.

“Hell no.”

“I didn’t think so.” Will pushed my jacket off my shoulders and yanked my sweater over my head. “You have too many clothes on.”

“I know, but we should slow down and—”

“Rand?”

I swallowed and inclined my head. Speech was no longer a feasible means of communication for me. He began the tedious chore of unbuttoning my shirt as he continued, “Slow is fine, but it’s all right to turn it up a notch. I won’t break. I promise.”

I pulled him against me. We groaned in unison when our bare chests collided. I ran my hands along his spine, then bit his shoulder before reaching down to fumble with his belt buckle and zipper. I slid my hands under the elastic of his briefs and squeezed his sweet, bare ass. Just touching him made me light-headed and hungry for more.

“Take off your jeans and get in bed. It’s freezing in here.”

I toed off my shoes and quickly undressed. I was working on my socks when I noticed Will had stopped and was staring at me with his mouth wide open. Actually, he was looking at my junk, not at me. That immature, adolescent side of me I hadn’t quite shaken resurfaced. I gave him a lascivious sideways glance as I held my thick cock for him to ogle. I didn’t know why I did stupid shit like that. His wide eyes and the instant blush I knew wasn’t from cosmetics made me feel guilty. I didn’t want to tease. I wanted him to relax and enjoy how freaking amazing it felt to be with someone who wanted you as much as you wanted them.

“Sorry. I get a little goofy sometimes,” I said with chagrin.

Will bit his bottom lip and gave a half laugh. “I noticed.”

He didn’t retreat or shy away from me. If anything, he seemed more determined. I reached for his left nipple and grazed my thumb over the sensitive flesh. He made a whimpering sound and leaned into my touch.

“Bed.”

“Yeah.” He turned toward the futon and pulled back the covers. I squeezed my dick and closed my eyes for a heartbeat when I saw the generous tent in his briefs. Exercising patience wasn’t going to be easy.

I waited for him to crawl under the duvet and scoot toward the wall to make room for me. The futon was smallish. Maybe closer in size to a full rather than a queen-size mattress. On a cold winter night, it was the perfect size to share body heat. I lay down and immediately pulled him on top of me, loving the sensation of being burrowed in a cocoon with a sexy man in underwear. I snapped the elastic playfully as I buried my head under his chin, snuggling as close as possible.

“These need to come off.”

“Hmm. I should probably turn off the light too.”

“No. I need to see you. Light stays. Underwear goes.” I bit his jaw, then licked it better as I hooked my fingers under the thin layer of cotton and lowered his briefs over his ass.

“Oh my God.”

I didn’t say a word but my breath caught when our naked cocks brushed.
Oh my God
was right. I pulled back far enough to grip us both with one hand.

“You feel so good,” I said before biting his chin.

Will set his hand on our cocks and began stroking. Up and down. Slow but firm.

“Don’t be too gentle. Harder. Like this.” I moved my hand in time with my words, fluctuating between a tentative hold to something a hell of a lot rougher. The little grunting noises he made went straight to my dick. I tilted my hips upward, searching for friction.

“I want—”

“What do you want, baby? More?” I purred in his ear. I licked the shell before nibbling his earlobe.

He moaned as he rolled to his side and opened his legs wider. I nudged his inner thigh and fondled his balls.

“Yes. More.”

My vision clouded when he closed his fist in a sure grip around my cock and stroked me rhythmically. I captured his mouth, then sucked at his tongue while I jacked him. I gathered precum dripping at his slit and rubbed it over the head, twisting my wrist and changing the tempo. Will arched his back and pulled at my hair with his free hand. His tongue glided over mine sensuously. He was on fire. Needy and frenetic. But I didn’t want him to come from a hand job. Not when he was clearly telling me he wanted more.

I shoved my knee between his legs and rolled him onto his back. His eyes widened as I drew his hands over his head and ground my rigid length against him.

I licked his jaw as I rocked my hips. “I want to taste you.”

“Yes.”

I lifted myself over him and planted a firm kiss on his lips, then licked my way down his smooth torso. I stopped to trace his left nipple with the tip of my tongue, then sucked the pebbled flesh until he cried out. I gave the right side the same treatment, relishing the fevered sound of my name as my lover writhed under me and pulled my hair. I massaged his ribs, then splayed my hands over his flat stomach and licked a trail south. His leaking prick nudged at my chin, begging for attention, but I ignored it. I kissed the sensitive skin below his belly button, letting my stubbled cheek graze his shaft as I pushed his legs open wide. He lifted his hips, inviting me to do more, take more.

There was something really fucking sexy about being under the covers buried between Will’s thighs. Every smell seemed more potent, every noise seemed to echo. It felt safe and warm and very close to perfect. I breathed in his scent and then flattened my tongue at the base of his cock and slowly licked my way up to the tip, then down again.

“Oh—fuck, that feels so good.”

I stroked his heavy member and looked up at him, letting my tongue rest at his slit. “Watch me suck your cock, baby.”

He gulped and leaned up on his elbows before pushing the covers over my shoulders. I smiled, knowing my crooked grin probably looked more dangerous than reassuring. I couldn’t help it. I was in my element. There was only one thing I liked more than sucking cock—okay, two things. Having my own dick sucked or buried inside my lover was better, but I was in no hurry. This was heaven. Giving pleasure, making sure to apply the perfect amount of pressure as I licked, sucked, and stroked his beautiful dick was bliss. I was caught up in the sweet sounds he made as he alternately murmured my name or tugged on my hair. I changed the angle to take more of him and sucked even harder. Will pumped his hips upward and cried out.

“Rand… I’m gonna cum.”

I glanced up at him with slick lips and sex-hazed eyes and tried to refocus.

“Do it. Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want to lick you clean and—”

“Oh fuck!”

The first spurt of cum hit my chin as he convulsed under me. I didn’t think twice. I swallowed him whole, sucking and licking furiously until the last spasm passed. When he went completely still, I released him with an exaggerated pop and rose over him. I tilted my head and observed him for a moment.

“C’mere,” he said in a husky tone.

I lowered myself over him and kissed him softly. I felt his smile against my mouth and huffed in surprise when he pushed at my shoulder so I’d roll onto my back. He scrambled to climb on top of me and straddle my thighs, either unaware or oblivious of the enticing press of my cock against his ass. I sent up a quick prayer I could exercise some serious self-restraint before looking up at him. He had a postorgasmic, serene expression on his face.

“You liked?” I asked, doing my best to keep the smirk out of my voice.

Will threw his head back and laughed, a gorgeous, melodic sound I wished I could record. He was pure music. And sexier than hell. When he wriggled his ass, I had a feeling he knew he was torturing me, and he enjoyed it. I splayed my hands up his sides and over his abs. Will wasn’t muscular by any means but he was toned. And this growing confidence gave him a lithe fluidity that made my mouth water when he undulated his hips and looked down at me with a cocky grin.

“I liked. My turn.” He reached behind him and grabbed my shaft, then held it against his crack. The covers had fallen around his waist, leaving us exposed to the cooler air.

“Go for it.” I smacked his ass once, then folded my arms behind my head with deceptive nonchalance.

Will cocked his head and licked his lips but didn’t move. I was afraid he’d changed his mind until he shifted off my torso and knelt at my side. He palmed my dick gently as though studying its size, shape, and weight. Unbelievably I didn’t utter a word. I let him explore at his leisure. He ran his fingers along my length and his thumb over the wide mushroom head, smearing precum in a lazy, circular motion. I gritted my teeth, willing myself to shut up and enjoy. When he lifted his thumb to his lips, I nearly came unglued. I watched in fascination as he darted his tongue to lick at the clear, sticky fluid.

“Holy fuck! Come here. Kiss me.”

“What? Do you want to taste?”

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? I’m so hard it hurts, and you’re licking at my dick like it’s a fucking lollipop! Do it like you mean it,” I growled.

“Okay, but which part should I do first? Do you want me to kiss you or do you want to taste this?” He swiped his thumb over my slit and set it on my bottom lip. “Or should I just suck your dick? I’ve never done it before, but I’ll try to do what you did to me. That was amazing.”

I grabbed his wrist and waited for him to look at me. “You never…?”

“No.”

Thankfully I had the good sense to acknowledge his honesty with a short nod and keep my mouth shut. I sucked on his thumb before pulling him against me to thrust my tongue down his throat. He made a funny mewling sound as he melted against me with a sigh. I pushed at his shoulder a moment later and pointed south.

“I think we’ve covered everything except this,” I said lasciviously.

Will chuckled. His eyes twinkled with humor and lust as he moved down my body and knelt between my thighs. I bent my knees and opened my legs wide to give him room to work. He smiled sweetly, then leaned forward to taste me. He licked one side of my shaft, then the other. He swirled his tongue over the head and along my slit, then repeated the motion a few more times before he opened his mouth and swallowed me whole. Finally. It was too much, too soon. He choked and coughed. I ran my fingers through his hair soothingly, though my heart was beating like a drum.

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” He glanced up at me, stroking my shaft in a rhythmic tempo before leaning over to try again.

This time he sucked only the tip into his mouth. He twirled his tongue experimentally, then went a little lower. He pulled back to gauge my reaction and must have been encouraged, because the next time he did it with a confidence that could make me believe sucking dick was his favorite new pastime. I licked my lips and did my best to keep my hands from guiding him or orchestrating his movement. This was his. I was only along for the ride. And fuck, it felt good.

He tightened his grip and stroked as he sucked. He was bold, fearless, and very fucking beautiful. I was mesmerized by this fiercely passionate side of Will. He threw everything he had into the act as though I were a new instrument he was determined to learn and play to perfection. As soon as the thought sprang to mind, I knew I wouldn’t last. A telltale tingle at the base of my spine warned me I was approaching the point of no return. The urge to let my hips fly and fuck his mouth was overwhelming. I put a hand on his forehead and pushed him back. He didn’t budge. Instead he flicked his tongue at the crown, then licked downward. When he reached my balls, I arched forward and nudged his shoulder with my knee.

“Baby, let go. I’m almost there.” My voice sounded strangled, as though he had his hands around my throat while he sucked the life out of me.

Will looked up at me with wild eyes as he gently rolled my balls and bent to taste me one more time. The flash of confidence was my undoing. I came with a roar, clutching at his hair and the sheets as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. I trembled until the last aftershock gave way to a stunning sense of calm.

Will sat back on his knees and wiped at his mouth. I yanked him over me, then rolled him quickly to his back. I stared into his eyes for a moment and then licked the corner of his mouth. He flinched when he saw what I was doing but didn’t pull away. I continued down his chin, then drove my tongue between his swollen lips to taste myself. He groaned and wrapped himself around me as I devoured him. When the need for oxygen became a reality, I kissed his nose and forehead and shifted over so we lay side by side with our feet tangled.

I reached for the covers just as he pushed them away. “I should clean up.”

“I cleaned you. You’re fine. Lie down and stay close. It’s cold,” I said, patting the spot next to me.

“You licked me. I don’t think that counts.” His smile told me he wasn’t entirely grossed out.

We stared at each other, content to bask in the afterglow. But after a moment, I needed words to anchor me.

“Um, so….” I intended to say something witty or silly to downplay any potential weirdness, but my emotions were strangely close to the surface. I couldn’t tell a joke without giving myself away.

“Yes.”

“Yes what? You don’t know what I was going to say,” I commented, resting my hand on his hip.

“You were going to ask if I was okay or maybe if I liked what we just did. Right?” I made a funny face he took as agreement before continuing. “I loved it. Thank you.”

I snorted. “Why are you thanking me?”

Will didn’t answer right away. He held my gaze, then reached out to smooth a strand of hair behind my ear. “For being patient.”

I didn’t know how to respond. I let the silence stretch, and this time, was content to let it speak for me.

THE COLD,
harsh winter finally began a slow thaw in late March, giving way to the first hints of spring. Everything seemed to come alive. The city that never slept experienced a palpable revitalization in springtime. There was a surge of energy in the busier than normal streets and a sense that anything was possible. Creatively I’d never felt more inspired. I couldn’t write fast enough. Errant melodies came to me at regular intervals. In the shower, on the subway, at the bagel store. I caught George giving me indulgent looks when he heard me singing under my breath as I rang up customers. Everyday life distracted me unless I could find a way to weave music into it. I was constantly humming into my phone to record hooks and refrains so I wouldn’t forget them before I could get to the studio or to Will’s. I knew I could rely on him to take even a simple few notes and not only remember them, but expand them into the beginnings of something special.