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around the tip, then took the end into the heat of his mouth, closing his lips. Then he paused and sucked, withdrawing, going deeper with the next swallow. The feeling was exquisite. I had to fight the urge to grip his head and fuck his mouth like I wanted to. He’d never go for that.
    Bryan inched his way down my shaft until he began to clear his throat.
     
    * * * *
     
    It was when I started to go deeper that I ran into some trouble. My throat was tightening up. I wasn’t even close to the gag-reflex at the back of my throat yet. I took a deep breath and tried again.
    Carey reached down between us. Taking my hand, he wrapped it around his cock firmly. “Use your hand as a guide. When your lips hit your fingers you’ve gone far enough,” he instructed, his voice strained from arousal. “Work your hand to make up the distance,” he finished, smoothing a hand over my hair, encouragingly.
    I did as he directed, although clumsily. As he got more turned on his skin heated and I could actually feel the fluid rushing under his thin yet iron-like skin. I could feel the restraint in him as he tried not to thrust.
    “I’m so close, Bry, stop.” Carey lifted my chin with his index finger, signifying I should stand. We both knew that I wouldn’t be able to swallow.
    Gaining my feet, I faced him. His teeth were clenched as if he was in agony, his neck muscles corded, his eyes heavy-lidded and sexy. He guided my hands back to his straining cock.
    I took his lips in a ravenous kiss while I stroked him. I still couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed kissing him—it made up for everything that I couldn’t do. Nothing in my life so far could compare to what he made me feel when we were joined in this way. He held my cheeks as I tangled my tongue sensually with his. I lost myself in him.
    Carey tensed, grabbed my ass, and pulled me closer. His mouth opened as he verbalized his pleasure, ending our kiss, to my disappointment. But I scattered little pecks along his jaw line as he rammed his cock between my fists. Finally, he shuddered and erupted all over my hands and his dress shirt.
    He rested his forehead against mine, breathing deeply.
    “You are determined to ruin not only my sheets but my wardrobe as well?” He gave a teasing grin, his eyes remaining heavy with latent arousal.
    “Sorry.”
    He chuckled.
    “No, I mean I’m sorry that I couldn’t, ya know.”
    “It’s okay,” he crooned, rubbing the back of my neck.
    “I want to be able to give back to you, but how am I going to do that when I can’t even offer you the same pleasure you do me?” I exhaled in frustration. Not only was I inadequate but I also wasn’t sure that I could overcome the barriers set up in my mind.
    Angling me toward the sink, Carey ran my hands under the tap. As he dried them with a dishtowel, he looked into my eyes. “You just did more than I ever thought you’d be able to. It felt incredible, Bry. I don’t want you to stress out about this. It doesn’t matter, it will either get better or it won’t. You can’t force yourself to do something you don’t want to do. And I don’t want you to. That’s not what this is about for me. What’s happening between us, it’s not all about sex. You want to be close to me and I want that too. Intimacy can be just as fulfilling and powerful as sex.”
    I wasn’t sure about that.
    “You’re pretty good at that,” he complimented, tossing the towel aside.
    “Me? Look who’s talking!” I exclaimed. “You just gave me the best blow job I’ve ever experienced in my whole life!” Were we really having this conversation? “Who knew a guy could do that better than a chick.”
    The corner of Carey’s mouth drew up, adorably if not arrogantly, as if he knew just how skilled he was. “And who would know how to please a man better than another man?” he responded.
    I nodded. “I guess I never really thought about it that way before.”
    “You’ve never thought about any of this before,”