Page 29 of Bean

I ran my fingers over his mouth. “Tuck your lips over your teeth. Not too tightly,” I said when they turned white with his effort. “Don’t hurt yourself. Just like that, yeah. Now, take asmuch as you can. Don’t force it. Suck gently. Let yourself get used to the way it feels—the way it tastes.”

He let out a single breath, then positioned my dick in front of his lips and sank down. He only took a little, but that single inch was the best I’d ever felt. My eyes slammed shut and I gripped the sheets, forcing myself not to move. Maybe one day I’d have the pleasure of being able to fuck his face. Maybe I’d be able to hold his hair and guide him the way he’d done to me.

But even if this was all I ever got, I wouldn’t regret it.

He sucked gently, his tongue moving, exploring, tasting. He took a little more. Then a little more. And then he gagged and pulled off.

“Easy,” I said quickly. I stroked through his hair. “It’s okay.”

“Sorry. It’s just…different.”

“Bad different?” I couldn’t help but ask.

He met my gaze when he shook his head. “Unexpected different. I don’t hate it. It’s…hmm.” He closed his eyes and leaned forward, suckling at my dripping slit. My body shuddered with the need to move, but I remained rooted where I was. “I used to think about this. When I was alone,” he added. “I’d fantasize about what it would be like. I was so…I was so scared.”

I cupped his jaw and waited for him to look back at me. “Of what, sweet thing?”

“Of anyone finding out.Of liking it too much and going to hell because it meant I really did like boys.”

Oh. “Oh. I see.”

He flushed with embarrassment. “Silly, I know.”

“It isn’t. It’s not silly at all. I understand.” I pulled him up toward me, and when I felt no tension in his body, I kissed him long and slow. “I know how hard it is to overcome faith that’s been twisted into something ugly and judgmental. And I know what it’s like to come to terms with the fact that important facetsof what you once believed no longer align with who you are. And if we’re moving too fast?—”

“We’re not. I want this. I want to make you come.”

I eased my grip on him, and he sank back down. “Then make me come.”

He sucked in a breath, then gripped my cock again, and this time he sank down halfway before he had to stop. He didn’t pull off, breathing heavily through his nose, and he rolled his tongue along my shaft.

“Fuck,” I gasped. Once again, I was close. “Just like that. Use your hand at the bottom like…yeah. Perfect,” I moaned as he began to stroke me. I could feel when his hand hit his chin, and he began to suck a little harder, move his head a little faster.

Ah, my sweet little virgin was a fast learner.

“I’m close,” I warned when I felt the familiar heat begin to rush through me. My balls tightened and my cock twitched, sending a small burst of precum into his mouth. He swallowed it down. “It might be best if you pull off this first time.”

He did. He looked at me with reddened eyes and puffy lips. “Come on me.”

I shuddered and had to breathe through the urge to spill right there. “Are you sure?”

He tilted his head to the side, exposing his throat, and without another word, he began to jack me hard and fast. I had no time to breathe, no time to prepare. My orgasm raced through me like white-hot fire, and within seconds, I was spilling hot ropes all over his skin.

He groaned as the first spurt hit him, and he moved closer like he was trying to catch it. I could feel him trembling along with me, and when he let me go, I gathered him into my arms and fell back on the bed.

He was perfect. God, why did he have to come into my life now, when I was such a mess? When I was so unprepared and unsure how to fall for someone?

“Was it?—”

“It was amazing,” I told him.

He was quiet for a beat. “But if you could have me improve one thing?”

I burst into laughter, rolling him onto his back and pinning him there with my body. Reaching to the side table, I pawed around for the wet wipes and found them, pulling out two so I could clean him up. I finished up by kissing him with long, lush strokes of my tongue. “No notes,” I said when I pulled back.

His eyes narrowed. “I can take criticism.”

“I know you can, but I’m being serious. I haven’t come that fast in a long time. You’re something else.”