And that I’m about to kiss little Gavin Delane who’s not so little anymore.
I move my lips further towards his irresistible mouth, but just before I kiss him, the two of us stare deeply into each other’s eyes. My body feels electric inside, along with a heavy dose of jitters that I’m not accustomed to during a hookup.
And it’s not just because he's fifteen years younger than me, or that he’s Jayson's friend...
There's something more going on here, something I can’t quite grasp for the life of me.
”I think this is a really, really bad idea," he practically whispers.
“I think you're right. So what should we do about that?" I say back to him, my lips only millimeters from his.
We pause, but it’s more like a calm before the storm. I can sense something’s about to explode, and before either one of us can stop it, the two of us are locking lips.
His mouth is sweet and so fucking delicious, and he’s already by far the best kisser I’ve ever had.
Our mouths stay locked as we stumble towards the wall behind him, the front of my body now pressing into his crotch. I can feel his cock, fully hard in his pants and poking up against me. “Fuck, you're already so damn hard,” I rasp.
I pull back, nibbling on his lip with my teeth. He stares at me with so much intensity I can hardly take it. “It’s not my fault. I’ve never done anything like this before,” he says in between heavy breaths.
“I know, Gavin. I hear you.”
He arches his head back slightly, his shoulders tensing for a brief moment. “Then maybe we should stop, before-"
I cut him off. “Too late now, Gavin,” I say as I grab the bulge in his pants. “That ship sailed the moment you let me kiss you.”
He swallows and nods his head up and down, his blue eyes engulfed by so much lust.
And large, hard-to-detect shadows of doubt.
I move in to kiss him again, this time with absolutely no plans of stopping. As bad as it is that I crossed this line, I know that I’m not coming back until I finish exploring whatever this insane attraction is all about.
Gavin pushes my shoulders away slightly. “You’re not my fucking father, and you definitely don’t get to make all the calls,” he says.
I grab his wrist and slide my fingers up his arm. "Maybe that’s your problem. Maybe you need a new daddy to keep you in line," I say, my cock throbbing and my heart pounding like a drum.
"What do you care whether or not I stay in line?"
I press my thumb down onto his lower lip. “Maybe I just refuse to let good things go to waste.”
“So you think you can save me, Daddy. Is that it?”
Oh my god. Did he just call me that?
“It’s kind of obvious, don’t you think? The fact that you need saving is staring me right in the face,” I say, glancing down at the bulge in his pants.
Gavin swallows, throwing up his hands in a sign of surrender. I caress the side of his cheek with my thumb and start kissing him again.
My own body aches with so much need as we kiss, but I’m determined to take good care of him and go at the right pace.
I reach my hand into his pants and grab onto his lengthy cock. It’s thick, almost as thick as mine, but equally long. His balls feel so smooth, not a hair on them. I cup his balls in my hand as I taste his wet, amazing tongue.
Then I start to jerk him off in his briefs. We kiss faster and harder, and I rub my hand up and down his hard, smooth boner. My hand movements become quicker and quicker, and I can’t resist myself from sliding my other hand into the back of his underwear.
I almost gasp as I grab his tight, muscular ass. I do everything in my power not to rip his fucking clothes off in this public hallway. But it’s not fair… the way I feel around him renders me borderline maniacal.
Gavin reaches down and undoes the button on his pants. “That’s a little risky to do right out here, don’t you think?” I say to him.
He thrusts his hips towards mine and says, “Too risky for you, Daddy?”
Again, with the not fair stuff.
Him calling me Daddy twice forces me to lose whatever crumb of control I had left in me. I pull the warm, pink head of his cock out of his underwear and stroke his shaft faster than humanly possible. Then I let my other hand wander, my fingertip finding the edge of his fresh asshole. I toy with his hole, sticking my finger in it just slightly.
He moans and scrambles to pull his underwear and pants down just a bit further. By the grace of some higher power, I stop him from pulling his pants down too far. “Easy, kid. I can protect you, but I’m not a miracle worker.”
I look back at the restroom door. I nod to the door. “Hurry,” I say, leading him by his wrist into the bathroom. The two of us claw at each other like hungry beasts, and then stumble into an old bathroom stall.
His eyes are drunken with lust. “Strip down, Gavin,” I order.
He shakes his head, his wide eyes showing as much disbelief as I’m feeling right now. But then he strips for me anyway, totally naked within moments. I saw most of his body in the pool, but seeing him fully unclothed in here is causing my breath to get cemented in my chest.
His lean, v-shaped torso leads straight into his perfect cock. I’m so turned on, I can barely move. I reach for his stiff cock and savor the warm, throbbing feeling of it in my palm again. My balls tighten as I squeeze his shaft, and I find myself with an unspeakable thought haunting my mind…
I’ve never wanted someone more than I want Gavin Delane.
As if Gavin is feeding off my desire, he leans back into the warped metal bathroom stall. I dip my finger into his ass again as I jerk him off. His young, muscular body starts to buck wildly. I feel warm globs of come land on my forearm. I look down and smile to myself, knowing how ridiculously responsive he is to my touch.
I step back and give him space as he tries to recover his breath. He looks down at the come on my arm and then steps towards me. I thought I’d had him pegged, but the second he swipes the warm come with his hand and starts to use it as lube to stroke me off, I realize that I might be just a little in over my head with him.
“I want to make you come now, Daddy,” he whispers in my ear.
Tiny little hairs on the back of my neck, hairs I didn’t even know I had, shoot straight up. “You seem like you really know what you’re doing,” I mumble in between deep moans.
“You have no idea,” he says back to me. “I’m young, but I’m not inexperienced.”
I look down at him, our eyes locked in. “I can see that,” I say, a tiny part of me jealous at the thought of him doing this with other guys.
Grow up, psycho.
But the moment we start making out again as he masturbates me in this stall, the jealousy evaporates.
I startle as the bathroom door suddenly swings open and someone walks in. We both freeze up, and then quietly back up against the wall. Gavin starts to stroke me slowly, his hand squeezing my throbbing cock with the perfect amount of pressure.
Whoever’s in the bathroom right now just cranked the sink water on, full blast. I let out a deep breath that I’d been holding in as the running water continues to pound the porcelain sink. This close call is yet another reminder…
What the fuck am I doing right now?
I hear the sound of the bathroom door closing as the stranger leaves. Relief sets in. “I want you to show me how good you really are,” I say back to Gavin.
His eyes flicker as he drops to his knees and kneels before me. He grabs my shaft with both hands and starts blowing me, draining the will power right out of me. “Christ, Gavin,” I mutter, pushing my cock into his mouth. “You shouldn’t be doing this,” I say.
He tilts my cock so that it points straight up, and then he drags his tongue across my balls, stopping to suck them in his warm mouth before he starts blowing me again.
Every cell in my body feels like it’s hooked up to a generator. Heat fills my chest and butterflies swirl around in my s
tomach as Gavin licks the head of my cock like a lolipop. It’s not like this is my first time getting blown or anything, far from it, but it feels completely different on every possible level.
I try my best to brace myself on the slippery stall behind me as he takes me all the way into his mouth. My tip reaches so far forward that it nudges the back of his throat every time he swallows my head. Gavin looks up at me, his eyes now dark and hungrier than any eyes I’ve ever looked into.
And something about the way he wants to satisfy me right now, the way he looks when he’s down on his knees, like he’s all mine…
I can’t take another second as I start to unload my come. I go to pull out, thinking that he’s not into swallowing, but instead Gavin grabs my ass and stops me from pulling away. I surrender, happily, and come hard down his deep throat.
I pull out when I’m done, and some of the come trickles onto his lip. Gavin wipes the come off his lip and flashes a grin so damn sexy I feel like I could get come all over again.
We look at each other, both of us clearly unsure of whatever the hell it was that just went down right now.
The two of us make our way out of the stall and head towards the sinks. I start to splash some water on my face, not that it’ll help calm me down much. I look at Gavin in the mirror; his cheeks are burning red still, all hot from our hookup.
I reach for a paper towel, but there are none in my dispenser. I’m forced to reach across Gavin’s sink to grab one, and I find myself using my other hand to run it softly down his lower back, over the top of his ass.
I struggle to get the paper towel out. Gavin smiles and helps me, ripping the paper towel from the dispenser and handing it to me. Our eyes meet, and stupidly, I’m about to kiss him again. Then I hear voices, loud voices out in the hallway.
I pull away from him and look in the mirror quickly to make sure that I look, well, like I didn’t just hook up with a 22-year-old. I catch Gavin staring at me through the mirror. His eyes move towards my hands that are now adjusting the crisp, white collar on my dress shirt. “Back to business?” he half-jokes.
"I think that would be the smart choice. Don’t you?” I say, winking at him. Then I start to walk away, knowing I need to get the fuck out of this bathroom.
“It really depends…” he starts to say, his voice trailing off the moment he realizes I’m in a massive hurry to leave this public bathroom. I feel bad, but can’t look back as I reach for the door and go to leave. Gavin is close behind me, right where part of me wants him to be… close and behind me.
I need to break this habit and break it fast.
A loud, almost intrusive-sounding voice startles me and breaks me from my trance. “Cole Dunn, I thought you only pissed in gold urinals,” the voice says to me.
My heart starts to pound, I feel like I just got caught robbing a bank. I look up and see Darren McAlester, one of my wealthiest clients. I force a small chuckle and say, “I should be saying the same thing to you, Darren. We didn’t double your portfolio for nothing now, did we?”
My client’s gaze shifts quickly to Gavin as he clears his throat.
“Oh right, this is my son’s friend, Gavin. Gavin, one of my clients, Darren McAlester.” I watch closely as my client shakes Gavin’s hand, not a clue in the world that the same hand he’s shaking just jerked me off in the bathroom.
What if he’d come into the bathroom when we were in the stall? The thought alone makes me want to vomit. This is a stark reminder of how stupid I just acted. “Nice to meet you, Gavin. I take it you’re getting the grand tour?” my client says.
I’ll say, I think to myself.
Gavin smiles and offers my client a respectful nod, but I can tell he’s faking it. “Yes, something like that. I grew up here, so I know most of the good spots. But I had no idea a bathroom this amazing ever existed in Boston,” Gavin says sarcastically, drawing a hefty laugh from my client.
“Very true, kid,” McAlester says, shifting his attention back over to me. I liked it better when Darren wasn’t looking at me; I feel like I’m crawling in my skin right now.
Darren’s eyes narrow. He raises his briefcase slightly to emphasize his next point. “I’m doing a wine tasting event this Friday, Cole. You should come by. I know you’re still single, which I still can’t figure out. But there will be plenty of women there, and I promise some of them will be in your league,” he says. He turns to look at Gavin and throws him a wink.
I nod my head up and down, adding a hearty grin for added effect. I feel like an asshole going along with this, but I don’t have a choice. “I do like wine, Darren.”
“And we all know you like women,” my client says. “I happen to know firsthand that they like you too.”
I swallow hard in my throat but hide my excruciating discomfort with a broad smile. I press my lips together and nod as though there’s nothing I’d rather do more than go to one more wine tasting party where I pretend to be straight. ”Well then, sounds like a plan," I say.
Like a terrible plan, that is.
I can’t even look at Gavin right now. My client and I shake hands and say our goodbyes. The moment he leaves, I find myself walking towards the door to leave this building.
“Um, hello? Where the hell are you going?” Gavin says.
“We’re done going to the bathroom, aren't we?" I say, trying to make light of our awkward situation. But I can see that look in his eyes, and I can tell my shitty attempt at humor right now isn’t working.
“Please tell me you weren't seriously just going to leave without saying anything to me,” he says.
I turn and face him, the beauty in his blue eyes and the moist, pink color of his lips distracting me for a moment. “I was going to say goodbye. I’m not a total asshole, just busy.”
Gavin raises both of his brows. “Of course, you're busy now. You weren't busy four minutes ago in the bathroom stall when I was blowing you, but I get it."
I grab his arm and take him back inside the building. I plant my thumb on the side of his cheek and kiss his lips one last time. My chest starts to ache knowing this is all about to end.
Why am I being so ridiculous?
“There’s nothing to get, Gavin. That was a lot of fun we just had, no doubt. But we shouldn’t have done that. We both know it. Are you going to tell me otherwise?”
After a brief stare-down, he gives a light shrug of the shoulders. “No, I guess I’m not. You’re right.”
I know he doesn’t fully mean what he’s saying, but it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that I fucked up. I put myself in this situation. I let my vices get the best of me. And now it needs to end.
Granted, it wasn’t all my fault. I’ve never been so attracted to anyone before. I honestly don’t know what it is about him…
But I obviously take full responsibility. And now, I just need to make sure that something like this doesn’t ever happen again.
I’m in control here, right?
“Look, we both know things got out of hand here, but it’s fine. Just make yourself at home at my place for as long as you need, and I’ll keep my hands to myself from now on,” I say.
Gavin’s eyes lighten and he flashes a small, albeit highly fake smile. He clasps his hands behind his back. “And I promise to do the same.”
I nod and say, “There’s only one problem with that.”
I pretend to be deadly serious as I stare him down. “What?” he asks.
“We can’t make a deal if we can't shake on it. And we can't shake on it if your hands are locked behind your back."
His tan, gorgeous eyelids flutter as he reaches his hand out to shake mine. We join hands, and a massive charge of energy shoots up my arm. I do the right thing and ignore the feeling in my body as we shake. He slings his bags over his shoulder and says, “See you back at your place, Mr. Dunn.”
I want to correct him at first, even though I know he’s being sarcastic for the most part, but I decide it might be better to just let things be. �
��Sounds good. I’ve got some things to take care of at my office, but help yourself to whatever you need. I know you’re in a tough spot,” I say, suddenly sounding more like his school counselor than the man who just came way too close to fucking his brains out in a bathroom stall.
Gavin’s cheeks burn red as he turns to walk away. “Thanks, I appreciate that.” I watch as he leaves, my eyes unable to resist looking him over from head to toe as he makes his way down Commonwealth Avenue.
I shake my head in disbelief, wondering what the fuck just happened, but feeling thankful that it’s over… before any permanent damage was done.
The havoc that would have been wreaked if the wrong people ever found out.
I rush back to my office and try to compensate for the work I missed, including the meeting with the Board. I quickly send out an email to the Board, bullshitting that I had some family emergency to tend to. I’ve never cancelled a meeting like this before in my life, but it’s rattling just knowing how quickly shit can spiral.
And as I pour through a bunch of client financial portfolios for the next two hours, I’m even more rattled knowing that no matter how hard I try, I can’t get Gavin out of my fucking head.
Too many firsts for one day.
I need to make an adjustment.
And fast.
Gavin
Confused and basically feeling ashamed, I find myself heading back into Cole Dunn’s estate.
I’m such an idiot for hooking up with him. Not only would Jayson freak out beyond repair, and rightfully so, but I’m freaking the hell out myself.
I’ve never been with a man like him before.
A real man.
I’ve never touched a body that strong, or felt a kiss that passionate. And I certainly never let a man blow his load in my mouth. On my face, yes. In my mouth, no.
I loved seeing him have an orgasm that fast, knowing that I turned him on that much. And him knowing perfectly damn well that he was having the same effect on me.
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