Page 30 of Irreconcilable Attractions (Westwend Boys #1)

Colton

Oh, god fucking damn.

I groaned at Derek’s words, the sound coming from somewhere low in my belly. The way he’d been mouthing at my cock through my briefs had been entirely too sexy. But, I wasn’t a patient man.

When he’d dropped to his knees, that sinful expression on his face as he’d looked up at me through his lashes, I could have come in my pants from the sight alone. My body felt keyed up and too tense to think straight.

Which wouldn’t have been a problem, but this was Derek .

The man who had thought he was straight just a few weeks ago.

We hadn’t exactly shared sexual history yet, but I knew I was the first guy he’d ever messed around with.

And that meant I had to take things slow.

It meant I needed to go at his pace so I didn’t freak him out.

But, fuck. How did he expect me to be a gentleman when he talked like that? That bratty response made everything in me want to pry open his mouth and shove my cock down his throat. I wanted to see his beautiful brown eyes filled with tears as he choked around my length.

I bit my lower lip hard, the pain centering me just enough to take the edge off.

I repositioned myself, sliding one of my legs away from Derek’s body, so I could cup his jaw firmly. His stubble felt rough under my fingers, my thumb rubbing over it subconsciously. My hold wasn’t hard enough to leave bruises, but it served to inform him of my command over this situation.

“As much as I want to shove open those pretty lips with my cock and watch as you take all of me,” I started, “I’m not doing that tonight.”

Something like disappointment and hurt flashed on his face. He tried to pull away, but I held him firm.

“You’re going to suck me,” I assured him. “But, you’re going to go at your own pace. The first blowjob you give shouldn’t be forced on you.”

His features relaxed slightly, and a small thrill shot through me knowing he was this eager to get his mouth on me. Straightening up, my hand found its way back to the counter, my hold still firm on the granite.

The desperation from before had waned, but it wouldn’t take much to lead me right back to the edge. I let out a steadying breath through my nose, not eager to embarrass myself.

“Lick the head.” I instructed, pushing my hips forward.

Brown eyes glanced back up at my face while Derek’s teeth sunk into his plump lower lip. Gingerly, he wrapped one hand around my base as he angled my length toward himself. My gut clenched when that sinfully pink tongue slipped from his mouth.

Derek placed my cockhead against the flat of his tongue before swirling it around at a leisurely pace.

A full body shudder racked through me that almost had my knees giving out from under me.

It wasn’t what I’d asked for, but… God damn, it was hot.

My tip leaked and when Derek rolled his to ngue by, he picked some of it up.

He let out a soft moan as his eyelids fluttered.

“ Fuuuck ,” I breathed, trying to steady myself, “So fucking good… Close your mouth around it and suck.”

Derek quickly did as I said and the motion made a rumbly groan of approval come from my chest. Chocolate hues darted up to mine where a burning desire greeted me while he continued to suck on the mushroom head.

His lips were swollen and red from our kisses earlier, and they looked so fucking beautiful stretched around my dick—exactly where they were meant to be.

Slowly, Derek began to bob his head, taking more and more of my length with each movement. It wasn’t skillful and was a little clumsy, but it didn’t matter. All my brain could focus on was who was on their knees for me.

White hot pleasure coursed through my veins, my head lolling back as I let out another throaty moan.

One of my hands tangled into Derek’s hair, encouraging him into a rhythm as he continued to take more of me. The styled strands fell around my fingers in such an enticing way and I dug them in further as I clenched tightly.

He let out a deep hum of approval and the vibrations sent jolts up my spine. “Oh, fuck.” I growled, punching my hips forward on instinct.

Derek let out a splutter and choked as my cock hit the back of his throat, but he pulled away almost instantly. I released his hair and let him, using the second to catch my breath. “Shit, sorry.” I panted.

He coughed a little as he shook his head. When he had composed himself, he looked back up with an intense heat that caused my balls to tingle. Without any prompting, Derek slipped my cock back into his mouth and doubled down on his efforts from before.

Pleasure flooded through me, almost making me miss him fumbling at his pants as he desperately worked to free his dick. When he did, the tip was an angry red, pre-cum spilling in sticky streams. Fuck, I loved how much he leaked for me.

“That’s it, baby.” I purred, running a hand into my hair to keep the strands from obscuring my view. “Fuck your fist. That’s a good boy.”

Derek moaned heavily, his hand flying in a blur over his shaft.

I was so fucking close. My orgasm was building quickly and it was getting harder to hold it off.

I didn’t want to come just yet; the sight of Derek on his knees for me was one I wanted burned into my memory permanently.

But the slick heat, the vibrations of his moans, and the sight of his disheveled appearance while he got himself off were all too much.

There was no way I was going to last. I bit one of my knuckles, trying to use the pain to hold myself off for even a few seconds longer.

“I’m going to come.” I warned, recognizing the inevitable feeling in my gut.

That seemed to spur Derek on, his head bobbing faster. Each backward pull from his mouth had his tongue pressing insistently against the underside of my shaft. The sight of him working so hard for my pleasure did me in. His desperation to push me over the edge felt heady beyond belief.

I threw my head back, crying out and squeezing my eyes shut, as my climax hit me with the intensity of a mack-truck.

My legs shook and my body tensed as the most powerful orgasm of my life washed through me.

Endorphins flooding my bloodstream cast everything in a haze and my brain felt like every other sense except touch was whited out.

I slumped back against the counter as I tried to keep myself upright on wobbly legs.

Below me, the shlick-shlick of Derek getting himself off met my ears and brought me back to reality.

He had his face buried into the side of my hip, his eyes scrunched closed in ecstasy, lips parted and shiny with spit and cum.

I was struck again by how insanely gorgeous he was, all messed up and covered in my release.

After just a few more pumps, Derek’s body went rigid and he whimpered as he came, thick ropes splattering against the kitchen floor. He shuddered through his orgasm, panting heavily until he finished with a happy sigh.

I watched on, feeling almost drunk from the pleasure that still pulsed through my veins, before I dropped to my knees and gathered his face in my hands. My mouth found his in a series of kisses, and as our tongues mingled the musky taste of myself made my spent dick twitch.

“That was so fucking hot.” I whispered, barely pulling away from Derek’s lips to get the words out.

“It was good?” He pulled back slightly and the uncertainty in his features made my heart squeeze.

“ So good. Insanely good. Brain-meltingly good.” I praised, peppering his face more almost like I could kiss away any shred of doubt he had.

He seemed to relax a bit from that and he let out a soft chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me. When he angled his head to catch my lips again, I let them linger, hoping that the slower pace expressed more than any words I could conjure from my post-orgasm mind would.

“What about you?” I asked after pulling away to nuzzle into his scruff.

“Mmm, really good.” Derek let out a contented sound that made my chest swell.

I couldn’t deny that a small part of my brain still wasn’t convinced that Derek could be into men.

But the blissed out look on his face right now went a long way to soothe the underlying apprehension he would be turned off by what we had just done.

Mutual handjobs were one thing, sucking another dude’s dick was a whole other, after all.

Resting my head against his shoulder, I grinned stupidly up at him. “Was that really your first time sucking cock? You have some insane talent, if so.”

His lips twitched like he was trying to suppress a smile. “Just gifted like that.” He said with amusement lacing his tone and pushed away to stand before offering me a hand.

I took it and we got ourselves cleaned up before getting rid of the mess on the floor.

When my eyes caught the forgotten pan on the back burner, I rubbed at my stomach, my hunger slamming back into me full force. “Our dinner is definitely cold now.”

Derek bumped my shoulder with his, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips. “Definitely worth it. But, it’ll heat up quickly. Go sit down.”

Just as he said, the meal warmed up in no time and before I knew it, we ate in a comfortable silence. I expected my brain to take off with me, interpreting the lack of talking to mean that something was wrong, but it was oddly quiet.

By the time the dishes were washed and put away, I found I still wasn’t ready to go our separate ways for the night. After everything we had shared, it felt wrong to end things without holding him close.

“Come to my room?” I asked, extending my hand toward his. “I want to cuddle somewhere we can both stretch out. The couch is great and all, but it’s a tight fit for both of us.”

A soft expression came over his features and he slipped his hand into mine. “Sure, that sounds nice.”