Page 29 of Yorkie to My Heart (Friends of Gaynor Beach Animal Rescue #6)

Phillip

Waking up in Jeremy’s arms was the best feeling ever.

Bright light made its way around the curtains, and a shaft of it hit my foot.

The foot I’d stuck out to cool down. The contradiction of the a/c and a warm man behind me gave me a weird feeling.

Not unpleasant…just unexpected. Since I’d never slept in a bed with Hank, I’d never had to do anything but regulate my own temperature.

In Jeremy’s bed, with him, things were different.

I gazed down at Wally. Jeremy had taken him for a walk while I’d been in the shower last night.

So my little guy would be okay for another bit.

I didn’t need to race out of bed to take him out.

He was quite capable of letting me know when he needed to get outside.

I tried to not put him through waiting to the last minute.

I tried to stick to a schedule, so he’d always know he could count on me.

Jeremy shifted and something rather hard pressed against my ass.

My breath caught.

From the moment I’d hit puberty, I’d understood the urge to look at other guys would get me into trouble. Even when I got a laptop, for school in LA, I didn’t look at porn. Didn’t look at other men. Well, I never let my gaze linger. I just didn’t want trouble.

That changed with Hank.

Sort of.

My had gaze lingered.

His had lingered back.

We kissed and fumbled around and got each other off.

He asked me to move in.

I assumed that was the logical next step.

And…

Yeah.

Jeremy kissed the little bit of skin on the back of my neck bared by my pajama top. “What are you thinking?”

I squirmed back. Which meant I pressed against his erection. I ordered my own to subside. Mostly because I had no idea how he’d react. “Uh…nothing…”

He chuckled. “You’re definitely waking me up in a good way.”

His hand, still over my chest, rubbed gently. In some ways, I couldn’t believe we’d slept in the same position all night. The rest of me reveled in the idea that we had a connection that only seemed to grow stronger. “How could I make your morning even better?”

He stilled. “You don’t?—”

“But I want. Oh God, Jeremy, I really want.”

“Well, I’m not averse to a good wank.” He pressed against me. “About three tugs and I’ll be done.”

His meaning took a moment to register, but eventually it sank in. “You’d let me?”

“If you wanted to. But only if you’re certain. Because I’m fine with things just the way they are.”

I pulled away from him a bit, then rolled from my side onto my back. Then, with a bit of effort, I rolled to my other side, so I faced him.

“Ignore the morning breath.” He leaned over to place a chaste kiss on my lips.

Great, I wasn’t even thinking about that. Now I am… How very unromantic.

But did I want romance? Would I even recognize the thing if it rose up and hit me in the face? I wasn’t convinced I would.

He pressed a finger to the spot between my eyebrows. “What’s up?”

“Just thinking…”

“Thinking’s good.” He met my gaze. “Feeling’s good as well.”

“Can I can make you feel good?”

“If you let me return the favor.”

I faltered. That would mean letting him touch me. Not just intimately—that part didn’t scare me—but the fleshy parts of my body. The parts I wasn’t impressed with. The parts that made me feel embarrassed.

“Hey, Phillip.”

I blinked.

“We don’t have to do this. I swear.”

Before I could talk myself out of this—whatever this was—I grasped his hand. “You’re going to have to show me.”

His eyes widened. “Are you saying…?”

“Yes.”

“And…?”

I shut my eyes in humiliation. “That I lived with a guy for four years and was never intimate with him? Yes. Did that make us more like roommates? Possibly. But he said he cared about me, and look at the great meal he’d brought home so I wouldn’t be hungry. So I’d never be hungry again.”

“Oh God.” He blinked several times. “Whatever happened before doesn’t matter. You know that, right? I mean, you can always talk about it. Of course you can. But you’re also free to be honest with me. About everything.” He hesitated. “I wondered. Not that it was any of my business…but I wondered.”

“Barely been kissed, but lived in what I believed to be a monogamous relationship for four years. And put on weight with him constantly complimenting me on how good I looked and how attractive he found me. But he never touched me.” I closed my eyes, willing back the tears.

Jeremy pressed a kiss to my nose. “Would you like a hug?”

I appreciated he was willing to offer such kindness and comfort and, more importantly, that he was okay with obtaining consent first. I opened my eyes. “What I want is to bring you pleasure.”

“Yeah, I’d be okay with that.” He grasped my hand. “You’re just going to do with me what I hope you’ve done to yourself.”

I rolled my eyes. “I know how to jerk myself off. I’ve done that a lot over the last six years—since leaving home. I actually like doing it.”

He grinned. “Well, good. So you won’t mind if I do it to you.”

“Uh, no. That sounds—” I found my courage. “—fucking sexy.”

“Oh, it will be. Does…” He gestured toward Wally with his chin.

The dog who continued his light snoring.

“Nah, I think we’re good.”

“Okay then.” He guided my hand toward his crotch. “Are you okay with skin-on-skin contact?”

“Uh…sure.” I imagined the other way was for me to rub him while he wore clothes. That sounded painful to me. “Do we need, you know, something slippery…”

“Sometimes. I’m so close, though, that you won’t have time to hurt me before I go off.” He said the words through gritted teeth as he guided my hand under the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

I’d never felt another guy’s cock before.

That thought flitted through my mind as I let my fingers wander down the silky length.

In some ways, the slide was familiar—I had the sense memory of doing this to myself.

In another way, my tentative strokes were strange.

The small part of the puritanical that remained in my mind screamed this was wrong.

That was the only good thing about my relationship with Hank—I never had to work through the feelings of guilt over being with a man.

“Phillip?”

“Hmm?” I met Jeremy’s gaze.

“We can stop.”

I shook my head, even as I wrapped my hand around him. “Show me how.”

“Okay.” He didn’t sound entirely convinced, but he wrapped his fingers around my hand and showed me, without words, what clearly made him feel good.

I tried to replicate the pressure he was using. I followed the up-and-down motion at the speed he set. I watched his eyes drift shut as his breath hitched. And, after just the few strokes he’d predicted, he gasped and I felt the wetness of his release coat my hand in sticky, wet cum.

Okay then. No big fuss about that. Another thing checked off that unbelievably long list of things you’d like to do before you hit thirty. I grinned.

He opened his eyes. “That was… Fuck, Phillip, that was so good.”

I wasn’t certain what I’d done right or wrong—seeing as he’d been the one guiding me. I worried I wouldn’t be able to replicate what I’d just done and, even more, I worried he wouldn’t let me do it again.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead when I leaned against him. “Now you?”

My head shot back, and I nearly hit his nose.

He grinned. “Give and take. You’ve given…now you get to take.”

“I don’t…” Panic engulfed me. What if I wasn’t any good at this? What if I did something wrong?

“Shush.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’re free to say no, but I’d love to give you a blow job. I want to taste you so badly. I have for a while now. But if you’re not comfortable?—”

“Hell, yes…?” I squirmed, my erection tight against my pajama bottoms. I’d damn nearly come just getting him off.

Close…but not quite.

He’s going to see me naked.

That thought brought me up short. The light in the room was diffuse, but my pasty, white skin would be unmissable. As would the flab of skin. “Uh…” Gently, I withdrew my hand from his pajama bottoms. “I’m not sure.”

He cocked his head. “I’m not going to push. But can you tell me why the hesitation? Because a moment ago?—”

“I don’t want you to see me naked.”

“Ah.” He pushed himself up into a sitting position, but still angled himself to face me. “I can tell you a million times that it doesn’t matter—because it doesn’t—but I can’t convince you. At least not yet. Still, will you let me try something?”

His eyes, even darker than normal in the dim light, mesmerized me. Slowly—wordlessly—I nodded.

He caressed my cheek. No one in my life, not even my own mother, had shown me such tenderness. Such caring.

I turned my head into this touch and pressed a gentle kiss to his palm. My way of showing him just how much I appreciated the tenderness.

While he kept that hand against my cheek, his other hand grasped the button at the top of my pajamas. He tried to open it.

And tried.

And tried.

And tried.

Finally, I laughed. “They’re tricky fuckers. I always need two hands and a lot of patience.” I didn’t have any idea who had made the button holes so small—or who had chosen buttons too big—but the combination had caused no small amount of frustration over the years.

“Okay.” He stroked my cheek one more time before putting in some serious effort to undo the buttons.

I tried to suck in my gut. A useless effort, but I felt I had to try.

As he undid each button, he pushed the fabric back to reveal more skin. First my sternum. Then my chest. I didn’t have much chest hair—yet another point of consternation. I wanted to look like a manly man and, to me, that meant a decent amount of chest hair.

With a start, I realized I didn’t know how much Jeremy had. The little tufts I saw poking out when he wore his shirt with several buttons undone only gave me the most tantalizing of glances. I bit my lower lip. “Will you take your shirt off?”

He cocked his head. “Sure.” He released his grip on my devilish buttons and yanked his top right over his head.

Oh yeah, that was more like it. A nice pelt of hair that just begged to be touched.

As if understanding my request, Jeremy took my hand gently in his and guided it to his chest. “This is nothing.” He encouraged me to stroke his pecs and down toward his happy trail.

“Back in the day, my dad had the most chest hair I’ve ever seen on a man.

It’s thinner and grayer now, but still even more abundant than mine.

” He grinned. “I have to say, I was never envious. I don’t know how my mother stands being married to a gorilla. ”

Despite what I thought of as a very serious situation, I laughed. “Okay, that’s fair.”

When I rested my hand on his taut abs, he resumed unbuttoning my shirt. He exposed my nipples and tweaked them.

Had to say they enjoyed the attention.

He continued down until he opened the last button. He spread the shirt wide.

Cool air hit my chest.

I tried so hard to push down the panic. The worry he’d find me disgusting.

He grinned. Then leaned over to take my nipple between his lips. He sucked it into his mouth, and then lightly nipped the tip.

My cock, which had gone a little soft, perked right back up.

After he nipped one more time, he moved to the other nipple and gave it the same attention.

I moved my hips restlessly—seeking friction—yet knowing I had to be patient. Yes, he was going to make me wait. But he wasn’t a sadist.

Right?

Well, I couldn’t be certain. But he’d promised me a blow job, and I had to believe he’d been truthful in wanting to give me one.

He dragged his tongue from my nipple to my navel.

I giggled.

He smiled. Then he blew hot air over the damp skin.

A shiver ran through me.

He moved lower still, apparently completely unconcerned about the flab of skin where my belly met my groin. He grasped my pajama bottoms.

Understanding his intention, I raised my hips enough for him to gently tug them down.

His grin as my cock sprang free was a sight I wouldn’t soon forget. He licked his lips. “Yum.”

I laughed. My belly jiggled a little, but I didn’t care as I caught his dark gaze.

He cocked his head.

I nodded.

With his gaze steady on mine, he grasped the base of my cock and slowly eased it through his fist. “Ah, I can’t wait.”

My grin matched his.

He continued to stroke up and down my length as he grasped me intimately

The coolness of his fingers did nothing to tame my raging erection. If anything, that light touch heated my blood even more. I desired this. Needed this. Wanted to enjoy every single minute of this.

He licked my slit.

My cock jerked. Jesus Christ. Yes, that.

Continuing his ministrations, he licked his way down the shaft. Nibbling. Enticing. Giving me a preview of what was to come.

Then, without warning, he drew me into his mouth.

Warm heat enveloped my cock as I fought for breath.

He sucked me down.

I moaned.

He rolled my balls in his competent hands.

He overwhelmed me. Even as he continued to suck, my body raced toward a finish I didn’t want.

At least not yet. I wanted to savor. To enjoy being treasured.

To feel everything I could, even as my senses were completely bombarded.

The more I fought, though, the stronger the urge flowed through me to just give in.

To let the bliss take me wherever it wanted to.

To give up the last vestige of control and tumble all the way over. Off the cliff. Into the ocean.

Jeremy swallowed me down.

Before I could even warn him, my balls drew up, and the orgasm overtook me.

I no longer fought. No longer resisted. Instead, I gave in to the pleasure.

Let myself feel the absolute joy that came from this intimacy.

From the trust he’d engendered in me. With the knowledge that, if only for this moment, I meant something to him. That my pleasure was important to him.

Just like his kindness was something I’d always treasure.

I shut my eyes against the torrent of emotion.

But I couldn’t stop the tears.

Moments later, he gathered me into his arms.

I didn’t even remember him taking his mouth from me, and yet now a strong grip held me close.

He pressed gentle kisses against my temple. “I have you, Phillip. I’m never going to let you go. You’re never going to be alone again.”

I believed him.

If only for this one moment…I believed him.