Page 66 of From the Ashes
My heart melted in an instant, his words stripping away all my fears so easily it felt like a magic spell. He cried out as I scooped him up into my arms and carried him across the house to his old bedroom. From the looks of the rumpled bedding, it was still where he slept. I couldn’t help but smile as I realized he still had the same comforter with little cartoon characters all over it. I’d sat on this bed with him so many times as a kid, us lying side by side as we talked about what the future would hold for us. There were several times I wondered if I should just lean over and kiss him back then. And I never did.
But this time, as I laid him down in bed and crawled in next to him, I didn’t waste a moment bringing his lips to meet mine. I kissed him gently, my hands exploring his neck and chest. He wrapped his arms around my neck, making sure I didn’t pull away. His breath was more intense andneedythan I’d heard it before. He kissed me like he wanted something from me, like he was trying to drive us forward.
“Touch me,” he whispered between kisses, his hand guiding mine down to his torso. “Please.”
I did as I was told, slipping my fingers under his shirt, the flushed heat of his skin soaking into my fingertips. Goosebumps broke out over his body as I traced his muscles. I was surprised to find a trail of dark hair running down his stomach, disappearing below the waistband of his jeans. My curiosity was piqued, and I wanted to know where it went and what lay beneath.
Untangling myself from him, I lifted his shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor. The arrowhead necklace went second, although I sat it gently on the bedside table to keep it safe. However, my lips didn’t return to his. Instead, I set them to work across his clavicle, working my way down until I found a nipple. He hissed through his teeth as I dragged my tongue over it, the shuddering sound of his breath filling me with an insatiablelust.
At the waistband of his jeans, I stopped, biting my lower lip and looking up at him for permission. He grinned, giving me a nod. With quivering hands, I undid the button and pulled the zipper down. Then, with my fingers wrapped under the edge of the fabric, I pulled them free.
A dark tuft of hair greeted me followed by a thick and delicious looking cock. It sprang free of his jeans, flopping onto his belly as I pulled his pants away and tossed them aside. My heart did a little flip as I ran my finger over the soft underside of his shaft, a gasp of pleasure escaping his lips. I looked up, admiring mybeautifulfriend as he lay there in the bed, naked and exposed. I’d always wanted to see him like this and now that I had, I was going to worship him.
I leaned down, licking his crown long and slow.
“Fuck…” he moaned, his hips bucking of their own accord. “That feels way better than I expected.”
“I haven’t even started yet,” I laughed, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft. “It only gets better.”
“W-Wait,” he sputtered before I could take him into my mouth. I stopped and his shy gaze turned to the bed. “Can… Can I undress you?”
I nodded. “Of course.”
Sitting back on my heels, I let Charlie pull my shirt off. He dropped it to the side, his gaze fixed on my torso as he ran his fingers up and down my body. His hands contoured my pecs and then my abs, taking in each piece of me as if he were committing it to memory. More than once, he stopped to kiss me, his lips causing goosebumps to break out over my skin as the pleasure surged through me. I’d wanted this for so long…
However, the nervousness I’d managed to push away earlier came thundering back as Charlie worked his way down my body, headingfor the button on my jeans. I tried to push it aside as he popped open the fly and worked me out of them. My hands were shaking by the time he came back, and a quick glance down made me realize I was still soft. Suddenly my body was flooded with anxiety as the embarrassment threatened to consume me.
“S-Sorry,” I muttered, unable to look him in the eye.
Why was I losing my shit right now? This was my fantasy. The one I’d been jerking off to for years. What the fuck was going on?
“Nothing to be sorry about,” he replied, still smiling, He pushed me onto my back, crawling up my body. “Let me help.”
Before I could respond, I felt the warmth of his lips wrap around my cock and I gasped. It feltincredible, the pleasure pulsing through my body. But as it went on, I still wasn’t getting hard. Within a minute or so, the anxiety had taken over so much that I couldn’t think about anything else.
“Is something wrong?” Charlie asked, looking up at me with a worried expression. “Am I doing it right?”
“You’re doing fine.” I let out a long sigh, reaching up and jamming my palms against my eyes in frustration. “I’m just… I'm really nervous for some reason.”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
Another sigh. “I don’t know… it’s stupid but… I really don’t want to mess this up for you. It’s your first time and I want it to be perfect and special and–”
“Nix,” Charlie said, pulling my hands away from my face. “It’s special already. You’re here. That’s all I needed.”
“Yeah, and now my fucking dick won’t work.” I was so fucking irritated that I could hardly stand it.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
I opened my mouth to tell him no when a thought struck me. “Yeah, actually.” I reached up, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss. “How do you feel about being the top this time?”
“I’ve never done that before…” He gave me a long hard look, his thick cock twitching against my leg. “But I can give it a try.”
“Do you have lube?”
“Obviously.” He grinned down at me. “Do you think I’m some kind of monster?”
“Just be gentle with me,” I laughed, trying not to be so nervous. “It’s been quite a while since I bottomed.”