Trust (London Love #5)

I got the water running, kept it cool, got myself under control. Brushed my teeth. Sorted my hair. Breathed. Glass of water. Took my meds. Make feet move. Towel around my waist.

No sheets on the bed.

Fuck.

I found some sheets and lost the towel trying to shake my duvet into the duvet cover.

And there he was.

“Your dad’s gone to bed. I turned off all the lights. Chain on the door.”

I stood there, my back to him, his hands on my hips.

“Reubs? Wanna sit down on the bed?”

I did as I was told, stared at my hands as he got on his knees. My dick was already filling out. I grabbed Mr Snuggles and shoved him onto my lap.

Gray gently lifted him away.

“Boundaries,” I said quietly.

“You can say no, Reubs. Do you want me to give you a blow job?”

Gulp. Swallow. No words.

“Let me rephrase that.” He got himself comfortable. Arms on my legs. Spread them carefully so he could get closer. I had to put my hands behind me to hold myself up, which was horrible because now my dick was right in his face. I was so hard I was almost dizzy.

“Option A.” He cleared his throat. Stared right at me. “I suck your dick. You come. We go to sleep. Nice end to the day.”

“Okay?” At least my mouth was working.

“Option B.” His fingers. Stroking up my stomach. Soft caresses over my chest. My nipple hardening as his fingertip smoothed over it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “I’ve forgotten option B already.” His cheeks were a little pink. “Wow, your nipples are so pretty. I…please let me suck your cock. Reubs, seriously. You need it. I need it.”

“What about you?” I felt faint. Firm fingertips squeezed my nipple. His nose nudged my dick. Just the tip of it. Up. Down.

He didn’t answer. Just unzipped his jeans and got up on his knees and pushed them down. And his briefs.

He was as hard as me. Oh, shit. My breathing wasn’t right.

His lips were on my stomach, small soft kisses as he wriggled around getting out of his clothes. Hoodie off. T-shirt over his head. He was still wearing my old Ronald McDonald T-shirt. The shame. I wanted to laugh, but all I could do was whimper.

“Are we good?” he asked, looking straight at me. “Nothing weird. Nothing will hurt. Just a really good blow job. That cool?”

I nodded.

“And I will be getting myself off too. Just watch, once I get your dick all the way down my throat, I’ll be close. So bloody close, and you can just come whenever you want.”

“You’re…disgushhhhhh.” He hadn’t joked about his mouth. All of it. My dick was suddenly engulfed in warmth, and his hand worked my shaft as he pulled up, gathered some spit in his mouth, let it slowly drip onto the head, pulled my foreskin back…

“There,” he said and kissed my slit. Held still, making me push up through his lips. Soft. Warm. Wet.

I was watching. I couldn’t stop. My hands fisted the bed sheets as my hips shook. He rose up on his knees so he could work me from a different angle, fingers back on my nipple, twisting gently, sending small sharp shots down my stomach into my groin.

“You okay?” I loved that he asked. That he cared.

I knew he cared. He liked me. He said it all the time. So I nodded. Gasped when he sank back down.

“When we move into our house…” he murmured around my balls, delivering small licks along my shaft. His hand picked up the movement, then his mouth following his fingers down. Deeper.