Moments in Time (7 page)

I swallowed the lump in my throat and risked a glance up at Tanner. His eyes were dark and serious. He barely seemed to be breathing, as if he worried that any sudden movement might break the spell and I’d change my mind. That wasn’t about to happen.

Moving with slow deliberation, I stroked up to his swollen crown, then down to his balls, holding his skin taut, then slipped him into my mouth. Even against my tongue, his skin felt hot. I curled my tongue around him like he’d done to me. At least I hoped that was what this felt like. That good. That sexy.

Tanner’s breaths puffed out, hard. Labored. So I guessed I was doing something right. I eased him farther into my mouth, wanting to take him as deep as possible, but I gagged. My cheeks heated from embarrassment and frustration. I sucked. And not in a good way. I tried again, but before I got to where I gagged, Tanner’s hand wrapped around mine. My lips bumped against his thumb.
Is he stopping me? Is it that bad?
Worries spiraled inside me.
I’m wrecking this
.

The feel of Tanner’s fingers sinking into my hair pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Just like that,” he said, lightly gripping my neck, urging my head back and forth. “That’s perfect.”

He kept his fingers over mine for half-a-dozen slow strokes as my mouth moved over him, and then he let his hand fall away. His other hand stayed on my neck, fingers pressing in just like they had the night before. Firm. Possessive. And even better than it had felt the first time. The pressure of his grip touched something deep inside me. Something I didn’t know was there. I just knew that whatever it was, I wanted more of that feeling.

Flattening my tongue against the underside of his cock, I sucked harder, tasting salt. His balls puckered, and I cupped them with my free hand, gratified when I heard a low moan. More saltiness leaked from him as he grew thicker, harder. His thigh muscles tensed and shook, and I could tell he was pressing his back against the wall to stay upright. Having this effect on him gave me a new level of determination. Licking, sucking, stroking, I did everything in my power to keep him feeling whatever was making him quiver like he was about to lose control.

My own body was on fire. Every inch of me tingled with anticipation of his orgasm. Every rasped breath of his felt like it drew from my lungs. A loud noise in the hallway startled us, and I nearly lost my balance, but I grabbed his hip, steadying myself, keeping the rhythm.

Pounding on the door sounded inches away from my ear, followed by Tim’s booming voice. “We got takeout instead. You guys wanna watch a movie?”

My gaze darted up to Tanner. His face was contorted, a mix of fear and lust, exactly what battled inside me. Going as slowly as I could, I slid him deeper into my mouth. His eyelids fluttered as his fingers tightened on my neck.

Faint muttering came from the other side of the door.

“They must have gone out.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Then their door slammed.

Relief mixed with need, and I sucked Tanner hard and fast. A low gasp left him, thrilling me as much as the bruising fingers desperately clinging to my neck.
Come. Please come.
I silently willed him as I worked hands, tongue, lips, focusing all my energy on nothing but his cock.

Tanner’s body jerked, then froze, but I kept moving, bobbing my head in a steady tempo until I felt the first burst inside my mouth. It hit the back of my throat, staggering me with its force, but I made myself hold still. Pulse after pulse pumped out of him, pooling in my mouth. I pulled back just enough to swallow, then slid him deep.

“Fuck,” he whispered, abs clenching and unclenching as he continued to twitch against my tongue.

When he stopped convulsing, I let him slip out of my mouth. I was breathing at least as hard as he was. The room swam, and I braced my arm against the door.

Tanner grabbed me by the shoulders and hauled me up. I tried to read his expression. Eyes glazed and heavy lidded, lips parted, face flushed. His hand slid around my torso, and he dragged me toward him.

“
That
was fucking awesome.”

The lazy smile on his face grew blurry as he moved closer. Warm lips touched mine. He moaned as his tongue swept into my mouth, and I knew he could taste himself on me.

And he liked it.

W
E LEFT the lights off and stumbled around the room, kicking off shoes, stepping out of pants, tugging off socks until we were both completely naked. I wasn’t comfortable being naked. Not even by myself, let alone standing there with another person looking right at me. I didn’t know how to stand or where to put my hands or where to look. It was stupid to feel like that with Tanner. He’d never had an issue with nudity in the entire time we’d lived together. But I’d turned the act of keeping my eyes averted into an art form.

Then Tanner did the unthinkable. He turned on the lamp on his desk. The low-watt bulb felt like a spotlight compared to the glow from the street lamps. Heat flooded my cheeks.

Tanner chuckled. “You know, it’s really fucking hot when you blush like that.”

My face flamed, and Tanner stepped closer.

His thumb brushed across my cheek, and I shivered. “So hot.” His voice was thick, like melted candy. I wanted to kiss him. To feel his lips on mine and have a reason for us to close our eyes. Tanner just kept looking. The more his gaze raked over me, the deeper I flushed. My neck and chest prickled as if I’d spent a day in the sun.

Tanner trailed his fingers down the midline of my chest, and I watched as they passed over my stomach. My abs clenched, and he paused, tracing the divots. My cock strained, straight up, like it was trying to get Tanner’s attention or leap into his hand. He bypassed it completely, sweeping his hand down my thigh, then up between my legs to stroke my balls.

“You okay?” Tanner asked.

I nodded.

“Collin, open your eyes.”

I hadn’t realized I’d closed them.

Tanner continued to ignore my cock as he massaged. I looked down just in time to see a bead of precome land on Tanner’s wrist. I swallowed hard.

“You can look at me, you know.”

My eyes darted to his.

“Not just my face. All of me. You know, like porn, only live and in person.”

Laughter snorted out of me.

“What? Now you’re going to tell me you don’t like porn?”

Stupid didn’t begin to cover how I felt. “I don’t really know. I mean, I’ve never really….”

“Jesus, Collin. No Internet? Not even a magazine?”

“The house rule was that computers all needed to be used in one place. Just for homework. I had to actually show my mom the letter from the school about how ‘students greatly benefit from having a laptop they can take to class’ before she agreed to let me get one.”

“Well, what about then? The first thing I’d have done was look up porn.”

I shrugged.

“What about your phone?”

“I figured it might show up on the statement somehow.”

“Fuck. No wonder you’re so wound up all the time.”

It’s that obvious?
That only made me feel worse. “I’m sorry.”

Tanner’s eyes popped wide. “Don’t be sorry. Shit. It’s not your fault. You just have to, like, tell me if I do stuff that makes you uncomfortable. And for fuck’s sake, tell me if you need some recommendations for good porn sites.”

I breathed out a laugh. It was hard to imagine needing porn when I had a living, breathing person willing to have sex with me, who at the moment was brushing his knuckles against the base of my cock.

“Okay.”

“This’ll give you some idea of how different our families are. My dad went through my browser history when I was in maybe seventh grade, and he must have seen that I’d hit a few of the free sex sites. The next day I came home and found a box of condoms on my desk and a note that said ‘If you do anything with anyone besides yourself, promise me you’ll wear a condom. Don’t catch anything and don’t knock anyone up. And stop looking at that free shit.’”

I couldn’t have closed my jaw if I’d needed to. “Your dad said that?”

“Yup. Left me an account number and a log-in name. Told me not to give out any personal info. Said I should stay safe and have fun and let him know if I had any questions.”

“I can’t even….”

Tanner nodded. “I know, right? It felt a little weird at first, that my dad knew, but he was so cool about it and I wasn’t about to look gift porn in the mouth, so to speak, so I went to the site. Now that I think about it, that was a great gift. I learned a fuckload of stuff.”

“Like what?”

“All sorts of stuff. Up ‘til then I pretty much thought sex was ramming your dick in and out of a woman or humping your fist as fast as you could. Watching the people on that site? Shit. I had twenty new ways of jerking off by the end of the day.”

My cock approved of that by twitching enough that it slapped against Tanner’s arm. He smiled and finally curled his hands around the base, giving a slow stroke up, then down. Mesmerizing. I growled. Right now humping a fist as fast as possible seemed like a very viable option for getting off.

Tanner stepped closer. Coconut lime mixed with the heat radiating off him and made my mouth water with desire. His lips brushed my neck as he took another slow-motion pass up and down my erection.

“You wanna show me? What you like?”

“I like that.” I trembled as his fingers returned to my balls, leaving my cock desperate for attention.

“What else?” His voice was warm against my neck. “Show me.”

Show him!
my cock demanded.
Don’t leave me here all alone. Stroke. Pump. Anything. Let’s go.
But I couldn’t do it. I tried. I went to reach for my cock, but it was like some invisible force field surrounded my crotch. My hand dropped to my side.

“I can’t.”

This is ridiculous. I suck.

“It’s okay.”

Why did he have to be so understanding? There must be a million other guys who’d give their left nut to be where I am right now, with Tanner naked and touching and asking to be shown what they want.

All I can do is say “I can’t,” which is stupid because it’s not like I’ve never jerked off before. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me have an orgasm. It’s not like I haven’t come on his hand and stomach and in his mouth. It’s not like I can’t still taste him on my tongue.

But I still can’t.
“I’m sorry.”

“Dude, stop with the sorrys. I mean, yeah, I’d like to watch, but it’s not like I can’t figure stuff out on my own.” He trailed a hand down the center of my back, and I swear it felt almost as good as if he’d just stroked my cock. His erection nudged mine, and that felt even better.

Goddamn. He bent his knees a little, raising and lowering himself so that his dick rubbed back and forth against mine, leaving wet streaks across my stomach. I loved that we were the same height. Our bodies matched up so well, like mirror images. Light and dark. My hands finally figured out how to move, and I slid them up and down his back, feeling every muscle. Firm. Solid. I hoped what I was doing to him felt as good as what he was doing to me.

Tanner anchored a hand on the back of my neck, and my heart sped with anticipation because I knew that meant he was going to kiss me. With the lights on, I could see his face so clearly. Pupils wide and dark, forehead slightly furrowed like he was trying hard to control himself, mouth—that fucking perfect mouth—open just enough to make me think about sliding inside it.

His head tilted and drew closer, hovering a breath away, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I closed the gap between us, slamming my lips into his with enough force he had to take a step back to steady himself. He answered by shoving me against the wall so hard, the lamp nearly fell off the desk. Shadows danced behind my eyes as the light shook with every thrust he made against me.

If I wasn’t careful, I was going to come just from this. Just from him rubbing up against me, with his tongue in my mouth and his fingers digging into my neck and hip. He nipped at my lower lip hard enough that I yelped, which seemed to turn him on even more. My stomach was slick from both of us, making our cocks slide against each other that much easier. I wanted to come so badly my eyes swam, but I didn’t want us to stop. I didn’t ever want this to stop.

He pulled away, breathing fast, eyes heavy lidded. “Tell me what you want.”

Was that a trick question? I swallowed and choked out, “You.”

Tanner chuckled, and I felt his laughter vibrate straight through me. “Good answer.”

He maneuvered us toward his bed and pushed me down onto it, then walked away. I sat up, about to protest, but he threw me a smile. “Hold that thought.” He rummaged in the closet, rustled a paper bag, and returned holding a towel. “Let’s try to keep from having to do laundry every day.”

I helped him spread the towel across the center of the bed. He climbed on, sprawling alongside me. My heart thudded with anticipation. I didn’t know it could feel like this—being with someone, wanting them so much you couldn’t breathe.

Tanner put something down on the bed beside me, but before I could see what it was, his mouth was back on mine. I groaned the second his tongue touched mine, and he smiled against my lips. Strong hands smoothed their way over my body, up my torso, down my chest. My brain raced to keep up with the sensations. It was pointless. I couldn’t catch up. They surrounded me, drowning me, pulling me under. And I didn’t care. I just didn’t want it to stop.

Breathless, Tanner pulled back. “Is there anything you want to try? Or, like, anything you don’t want to do?”

Like what?
I hated that I didn’t have an answer either way. “I don’t know.”

“Okay.” He kissed me again as his hand moved along my thigh, cupping my balls and kneading. He wrapped his hand around me and gave a painstakingly slow stroke all the way up, then all the way down, pulling my skin so taut I hissed. “Good?”

I nodded, breathing out a “Yes.”