What He Left Behind by L. A. Witt Read Free Book Online Page B

what the fuck I was doing, but that look on his face—eyes round and gleaming, breath coming in short, sharp gasps—killed any hesitation I had left. I’d damn well figure out what I was doing if it meant driving him as crazy as he’d driven me.
    I stroked his cock, tentatively at first, and then with more confidence. I wasn’t so sure I could take him in my mouth—he hadn’t had much trouble with me, but his cock was a little thicker than mine. But I’d also seen pornos with guys who were hung like tree trunks, and they’d managed to fit into all kinds of places where they probably shouldn’t have, and Michael was much more…well-proportioned.
    There was only one way to find out if I could take him.
    Steadying him with one hand, I let the head of his cock slip between my lips. Instantly, I felt like an idiot for ever being afraid to do this. His skin was hot and salty, and I loved the way his hard dick slid between my lips, especially as I took him a little deeper. So that was why he was so into going down on me—this was almost as good as being on the receiving end.
    “Oh… fuck .” Michael’s fingers curled around the sheets at his sides.
    I glanced up at him, and my God, his face. His lips were parted, his cheeks and neck flushed, and his forehead was creased as he stared right back down at me with wide, gleaming eyes.
    “D-don’t stop,” he slurred. “That’s so…oh fuck…”
    I broke eye contact and kept doing what I was doing, not giving a damn that my jaw and my hand were starting to ache a little. As long as I was turning Michael on like this, I didn’t care.
    A salty-sweet taste met my tongue. He must’ve been getting close. Was I ready for that? To have him come in my mouth? He’d let me come in his, but could I—
    “Oh yeah,” he moaned, barely enunciating at all. “God, yeah. I’m…I’m gonna…”
    I kept going. I kept stroking him as he got even harder in my hand, and the head of his cock seemed to swell between my lips. He moaned again, and then he whimpered, and his whole body tensed and arched. His breath caught. He ground out a curse, and suddenly, all the tension in his body released, and all the air rushed out of his lungs, and semen rushed across my tongue. There was more than I expected, and before I could even think twice, I swallowed it, and he kept coming, and the way he shuddered and groaned was too hot to be real.
    I stopped, and Michael collapsed back onto the bed as if he’d actually levitated off it.
    “Holy shit,” he breathed.
    I joined him up by the pillows, and like I had earlier, he grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. Fuck. The taste of his orgasm, the tingling in my lips from going down on him, and now his always spectacular kiss? I never wanted to leave this bed. Ever .
    When we finally separated, I touched my forehead to his. “So that’s why people like sex so much.”
    He laughed breathlessly. “Yeah. That’s why. Jesus.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “I have no idea if we’re doing any of this right, but everything we’ve done has been amazing.”
    “I agree.” I brushed a kiss across his lips. “Imagine how much better we’ll be when we’ve had some practice.”
    That grin damn near got me hard all over again. Wrapping his arms around me, Michael pulled me down to him. “You can practice on me all you want as long as you let me suck your dick again.”
    I shivered. “Deal.”
    In my car on the side of the road all these years later, I sniff sharply and wipe my eyes. I’ve thought about that night many times over the years, but it’s never made me cry before. Though my dick is hard and my body is trembling, the sting in my eyes is too intense to ignore.
    They say losing your virginity means losing your innocence, but everything about that afternoon in Michael’s bed was innocent. It was sweet, and gentle, and one of those memories that I hope never, ever fades. It was a night when neither of us knew Steve existed or that