Page 19 of Up In Flames

Will

I was fucking up my entire life. Briggs had been riding my ass the last few days, rarely letting me out of his sight.

He didn’t ask what was wrong, but he kept me too busy to dwell on shit.

At least that’s what he tried to do. It didn’t work because every waking moment was spent obsessing about Oren and the taste of his mouth.

The curve of his smile. The ghost of his breath on my skin. I burned for him.

But I wasn’t brave like him, and I didn’t know how to tell him that. Words got all tangled up inside the scenarios I played in my head like bad B-rate horror flicks starring me as I scorched-earthed my life.

Pushing Oren up against the wall, I slanted my mouth over his and devoured him.

Ignoring him had been stupid. Childish. Senseless.

His hands slid up my sides, tugging my shirt up, slipping underneath.

Warm hands pressed against my back, pulled me closer even though you couldn’t get a beam of light between us.

Oren moaned when I ground against him. It sounded like victory. Like forgiveness, and I kissed him deeper, clinging to him like I could keep him forever. Like I deserved to when I knew that was a lie.

He spun me and pressed me against the wall. My pulse jumped when he licked a line up the side of my throat. Warm, wet breath washed over my skin, making me shiver.

“You think too much,” he purred in my ear, his hand sliding down my torso.

We kissed again, more clumsy this time as Oren fumbled with my fly. Then suddenly it was open, and his hand was snaking into my pants. He gripped me over my briefs and kissed me so hard I saw stars.

If I thought too much before, I wasn’t having that problem now. Now my brain had lurched to a stop, fixating on the steady grip of Oren’s hand around my dick. The way his mouth claimed mine, teeth nipping at my lower lip, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make my knees weak.

Caged up against the wall, I had no option but to stand there and let Oren have his way with me. Well, I could stop it, but I didn’t want to. Nothing and no one had felt this good before. His body against mine made me come alive in ways I didn’t know were possible.

A soft moan tore out of me when Oren slid his hand into my briefs.

“I love how thick you are,” he murmured in my ear. “And the way it curves. So hot.”

Over the years I’d heard a lot of comments about my anatomy, but even the nicest compliments paled in comparison to Oren’s assessment.

His words burrowed under my skin and made themselves at home.

His approval made my head swim, and then he was dropping to his knees and were it not for the wall, I might have collapsed into a boneless heap. Well, not entirely boneless.

He looked up at me, his dark eyelashes a stark contrast against his pale skin.

His eyes round and somewhat doe-eyed. My cock sprang free as Oren tugged my pants down.

Seeing my cock so near his mouth sent me spinning.

As if he read my thoughts, as if he knew I’d die if he didn’t get his mouth on me, he smiled and leaned in.

He didn’t take my cock down his throat as my imagination hoped he would.

But he nuzzled his face against the base of my dick, his breath a whisper over my super-heated skin.

My head thumped against the wall when Oren opened his mouth and slid his tongue up the side of my cock.

His hands dug into my thighs, pinning me to the wall, holding me still, probably half afraid I’d buck forward and fuck his throat.

I wanted to. God, I wanted to so much it burned to stay still and let him explore me with his wickedly gentle mouth. I couldn’t take my eyes off him if someone paid me. He was a fucking vision on his knees, and then he looked up at me and a smile curved his pretty mouth.

He held my gaze and flicked his tongue against the tip of my cock. My hips left the wall, but he shoved them back and his smile grew when I didn’t struggle against him.

His mouth was on me suddenly, and I gasped in a breath.

My hands scrambled for something to hold on to, and I settled for sinking them into his hair.

I simply held him and savored the feeling of the silky strands of his hair between my fingers.

I made no move to control him. To pull him back or urge him deeper.

I didn’t need to. Oren, as it turned out, was a fucking natural.

His tongue flattened against the underside of my cock when he took me deeper, a little deeper each time. His hands had left my thighs in favor of joining in on the fun. His explorations were achingly gentle. I bit my lip to keep some of my shamelessly needy sounds inside.

He looked up at me, grinning when he let my cock be free from his mouth.

I watched as he inserted a finger into his mouth and sucked it down to the knuckle.

There was ample time to stop him from what I knew he planned to do, but I spread my legs wider—as wide as they would go with my pants around my ankles—in a blatant invitation.

My eyes closed for the span of a heartbeat when Oren’s mouth returned to my cock, taking it deeper than before. The gentle ministrations of his hands had my balls tightening even before that spit-slick finger found its way to my hole.

I held my breath until I realized he wasn’t going to just ram it in there. He teased me with it instead, applying light pressure to the rim, circling it the way his tongue circled the head of my cock.

Without meaning to, my grip in his hair tightened and Oren moaned; a sound of pure unadulterated satisfaction poured out of him, vibrating around my cock, making it leak into his mouth. I wondered what his mouth would taste like after. If my flavor would suit him.

His finger slipped inside me, and I bucked forward.

“Sorry.” The apology came out weak and thready and not at all convincing even though I meant it.

Oren responded by taking me deeper. His mouth was magical. He did things with his tongue that had me convinced he’d sucked cock before. His finger explored my hole, taking great care not to hurt me.

“You want to fuck me, Oren?” The question tumbled out of me. My hands tightened in his hair, and I was rewarded with another one of his deliciously needy moans. “I’d let you fuck me.”

I’d let him do anything to me. “I bet you’d be good at it too. Goddammit, Oren, your mouth is a fucking sin.”

He met my stare, and I could swear that I saw the smile in his eyes when he stroked his finger over my fucking prostate.

His other hand slid up my thigh and was now making its way up my shirt.

Nimble fingers brushed against my nipple.

There was no way I wasn’t going to come in the next three seconds if he didn’t stop.

“Oren—shit. Fuck. I’m so close.”

He didn’t stop. His eyes fluttered closed, dark lashes fanning against his cheeks. His finger continued to nail my prostate, gently stroking it in tandem with the motion of his mouth, the movements of his tongue.

Coming was inevitable. I’d warned him, but he hadn’t pulled away like I’d expected him to.

Instead, he gave himself over to me, which felt like a stupid thought when my dick was in his mouth, but he was on his knees for me like he belonged there.

Like he’d thought about all the places in the world that he could be and had chosen the space at my feet.

Maybe he was sucking my brains out of my cock because I was sure it wasn’t that profound. It was sex. But it was so much more. I’d ignored him and he’d chased me down, and I knew, deep in my bones, that if I did something stupid like that again that I’d lose him.

Oren moaned again, and my universe imploded.

Every muscle in my body clenched tight, and I unloaded down Oren’s throat.

I did my best not to choke him with my cock, but my body had a mind of its own.

My hips thrust and jerked as I spilled into his mouth.

He looked up at me, his gaze more intense than I’d ever seen it.

Intense, but unreadable. Had he hated it?

Had he loved it? Would he walk out of here and never look back?

The minute his finger slid free from my ass it was like the strength went out of my legs.

My knees wobbled. My cock slid from Oren’s mouth, and I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands still clinging to him with renewed desperation as I crashed my mouth into his and licked the residual cum off his tongue.

I wasn’t a stranger to tasting myself on other people, but knowing it was Oren made my insides shiver and my cock twitch with renewed interest. I fumbled with his fly, my shaking hands bumping into his cock, straining against his pants.

He laughed into my mouth, finding my lack of coordination funny enough to break the kiss.

“Need help?” He batted my hands away and popped the button of his pants. “See, easy enough.”

“Asshole,” I said without malice. My gaze fell to Oren’s long, slender fingers as he freed his erection then shoved his pants out of the way. His left hand reached for me, sinking into my hair as he pulled me into a ferocious kiss. Teeth scraped against my lip, and he consumed me again.

Then as abruptly as it started, he ended it, pulling away panting, his face flushed with lust. My own cock stirred when he looked at me like that. Like he wanted to ruin me for anyone else. As if he hadn’t done that already.

Pressure had me leaning forward and Oren guided me down to his cock. His other hand was wrapped around the base, but he moved it when I reached for him.

Whereas I had simply held him while he sucked me, content to let him lead, he pushed me down onto his waiting cock. It wasn’t forceful or harsh, but he did it like he’d somehow learned all the ways I wanted him like this.

Men had a habit of clocking me as a top. They saw the fit firefighter and slotted me firmly into a role that suited them best. For the most part, I was happy to let them have their way. Before now, hookups had been transactional. A means to an end.

Oren took what he wanted from me, but in return he gave me so much more than I’d thought to ask for. He looked down at me, and in that moment he was god-like. All powerful, benevolently letting me suck his cock. His gaze was as soft as his grip was rough. I melted like butter under his touch.

Every thought that had swirled around in my tornado of a brain vanished.

There was nothing but him. The sting of my scalp where he tugged at my hair.

The scent of him, sex and soap. The sound of his breathing as it sped up and the sudden jerking motion of his hips as he fucked my face.

I could’ve cried from the relief of it all, but crying during sex might put a damper on things so I let that urge fall away too.

Oren warned me that he was close, but I made no move to escape.

My cock was hard again, swinging heavy and eager underneath me, but I ignored that and let him take his pleasure from me.

He came and an abundance of tangy cum flooded my mouth.

I did my best to swallow it all, but some dribbled out, running down his cock.

He pulled me off him—I’d have been content to stay there longer—and I used my tongue to clean the cum from his cock.

His fingers carded through my hair, and he flopped down onto his ass.

I used his lap for a pillow, closing my eyes, not caring that my dick was out, and hard, or that my knees were going to kill me when I finally got up off the floor.

Nothing mattered other than the steady, but too fast, pounding of my heart and the gentle touch, ruffling through my hair. A fingertip traced the shell of my ear.

“I thought you were straight?” I asked. I wouldn’t have, but my brain hadn’t fully come back online yet. My ass, though not sore by any stretch, could still feel the phantom touch of his finger. My scalp tingled from where he’d pulled my hair.

Oren smoothed his fingers down my cheeks. “I’m a lawyer, Will. Research is my thing.”

I opened an eye to look up at him. “Research? What kind of research?”

“Porn. Lots and lots of porn. And some short stories. The internet is a wealth of information.”

“You did research? For sex? With me?”

Something uncomfortable skittered through his gaze. “I had two days to dedicate to it, after all. Which we need to talk about.”

I closed my eyes and barely prevented a sigh from erupting out of me. “I know.”

That’s what I was afraid of.