Page 79 of Mr. Brightside

A tear I didn’t give myself permission to cry tracks down my cheek. I turn my head to the other side to hide it. I don’t dare brush it away and draw attention to it.

“Baby…” He swipes at the moisture with his thumb as I close my eyes in shame. He’s never called me that before tonight. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything so sweet.

He traces the path of the traitorous tear as I keep my eyes closed tight and try to shut him out. “Youareworthy, Jake. Worthy of love. Worthy of happiness. Worthy of receiving everything you so generously give to everyone else.”

I choke back a sob.

I can’t do this.

It’s too much.

I can’t let him see me like this.

His lips brush the side of my face before he whispers: “Let me in, Jake. Let me in and let me stay.”

I shiver and nod, fighting with everything I am to steady my breathing. When I finally open my eyes, his face is just inches from mine.

“Do you want to stop? We don’t have to do this tonight.”

“Please don’t stop,” I rush out. If I thought I needed him before…

“Tell me how you want me.”

I shake my head in earnest. “I want you to decide.”

His eyes narrow slightly, as if he’s emboldened by the challenge. He pushes up, and I can’t help but appreciate his tan, defined arms and his trim, lean waist. The man’s a masterpiece.Mymasterpiece. I find something new to love about his body every fucking day.

He runs both hands down my chest, brazenly teasing the V of my hips. He rubs me once, then again, letting his fingers trail along the crease of my thighs in the most tantalizing rhythm.

All it takes is a few more strokes, and my solid erection is standing up, begging for attention. He eyes my cock lasciviously before meeting my gaze.

“I’m going to take you right here. Just like this. You’re gonna lay back on our bed and watch me while I fuck you, Jake.”

My abs clench in anticipation.

He wraps one fist around my cock, squeezing me just hard enough to toe the line between pleasure and pain. “Eyes on me,” he murmurs as he bows his head.

I watch, transfixed, as he stares at my length for two seconds, then spits on the crown of my dick.

I swear to God—my balls jolt of their own accord. Holy fucking shit.

“Oh, baby,” he croons. “Look at you. Look what you gave me.”

I can’t look at anything except the devilish smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“As soon as that spit landed, your cock gave me the perfect little pearl. Watch me as I lap it up, Jake. Watch me take what’s mine.”

My breathing falters, but the feeling of his plush mouth encasing me jolts me back to life. I struggle to keep still as he sucks, bopping down on my shaft, then gingerly running his teeth up my dick.

“You taste so fucking good.” His voice is husky now. He smiles against my pulsating head as he lifts just his eyes to make sure I’m still watching. “You love it when I suck you, don’t you, baby?”

I can do nothing but nod.

Nod and try to breathe.

Nod and try to keep myself from combusting.

“I’m gonna suck your dick while I prep you. But you have to tell me if it’s too much. If my mouth’s full of cock, I won’t be able to see you. Do you understand?”