Riding With Brighton(52)
My hands have found Jay’s at some point while he was talking and the pressure inside my chest has grown so painful I feel like something’s going to explode. Tears fall slowly down my cheeks, and my mom is full-on blubbering like a baby and has her arms around Jay.
“What are you guys crying for? Are you not listening to me? I just traded all that shit in, and yeah, maybe I got some mean kids, bad friends, and a confused family in exchange, but seriously… I just traded all that awful shit in.”
I shake my head and laugh, and my mom sits up and smiles. She kisses him on the cheek then looks at me. “I like this one. You should try to keep him around.”
I smile at Jay, thinking it’s crazy how much I agree with her. It’s insane that, over the course of one day, I’ve developed all these feelings for him. And it’s scary how much I want to keep him around. How real that need is. “I’m gonna try,” I say, to Jay apparently, because it’s his eyes I’m staring into and his hand I’m holding so hard I can feel his bones.
“Okay, well I’m gonna head to bed. Jay, you can sleep in the spare room next to Brighton’s.”
He looks away from me and tells her, “Thanks, you know… for everything.”
She smiles at him, kisses me on the cheek, and leaves us there.
“What now?” I ask him.
“Do I get to choose what now?”
“Sure,” I tell him, hoping that we’re on the same page here because there’s really only one thing I want to do with him.
“I’ve done a lot of shit today. I confessed that I want you. I broke up with Sadie. I broke some ground with your friends. I outed myself to the entire school and my parents. I did just about everything you gotta do to officially be gay, right?”
“Pretty much. And don’t forget, you became a gay rights activist.”
“Exactly. So it seems a little unfair that, you know, I filled out all the paperwork, took all the tests, but somehow, I’ve never gotten to feel a man. I don’t even know what you’ve got going on under these jeans.”
He’s taken his hand from mine and both of them have moved up my thighs and are now dangerously close to the very large bulge in my pants. I’m trying to stay cool, but damn, it’s hard. “Time for bed, huh?”
“Yeah, time for bed.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jay
THIS IS the moment I’ve been picturing. The moment that was supposed to happen after I told Brighton I wanted him. He’s an animal and it’s hot. My clothes have been ripped off. Our shirts are on the floor. Our pants are totally on the floor. And our stripped-to-our-boxer-briefs asses are literally rolling around on his bed. It’s rough and frantic and there is no holding back. Is this what it’s always like when two guys are getting it on, or is this just me and Brighton? I don’t really care. It’s fucking perfect, but with my hands on his hot naked skin, his hard-on pushing into mine, and my mouth totally eating his up, I’m about to lose it. And, damn, I don’t want to go there yet. I want to do this all night long.
I take my mouth off his and roll partially off his body so I can look at him. “I… wanna… slow… down,” I pant.
“Oh shit. I’m going too fast…. Am I going too far?” he says, genuinely concerned.
“Jesus, no. There is no too far. I just want to look at you. I want to see what I’m feeling.”
“Yeah,” he says, dragging his hand down my chest and pushing his fingers into my abs. “I want to see what I’m feeling too. Jesus, Jay. This….” He runs his finger over the dip above my hips. “I’ve been dying to suck on.” His fingers keep moving, down the underside of my obliques. “And I’ve been wanting to bite this since you got in the shower.”
Before I have a chance to tell him to go ahead, he’s already got himself in position, and then he bites down. Hard. It hurts almost as much as it feels unbelievably good. He pushes me onto my back and hovers over me. I watch as he runs his tongue down the V.
“Oh shit,” I mutter, so ready to lose it. And then he lets his heavy tongue trail over the fabric of my boxers and up my shaft. “Fuck, Brighton, you gotta stop,” I tell him. I don’t want him to stop, obviously, but I already lost it in a matter of minutes once with him today. I at least need to make it long enough so I can do some of the touching and sucking too… ah hell. This is not good.
“Not yet,” he says, and I can feel his lips moving on me. And damn, that’s so hot. He moves his tongue up the other side of my muscles, nipping and sucking his way up my obliques and then runs his hard, wet tongue over the crevices in my abs. When he finally sits up, the look on his face is so fricking hot I’m literally speechless. And motionless. All I can do is stare at him and totally swoon. God, how is the hottest guy I’ve ever seen looking at me like that? “Your body is so on point it’s unreal,” he says with a sexy smile.
I take my eyes off his so I can look at his body. My hands are following the path my eyes are making. His skin is golden and smooth. Small dark moles are scattered around and are surprisingly provocative. His lean muscles are sexy, and I know they didn’t come from the gym but from working and that makes them even sexier. His abs are defined and his biceps and triceps are definitely worthy of envy.