Upside Down (Breaking the Rules #3) - A.M. Madden Page 0,64

forceful suck. He never slowed and, if at all possible, actually upped the game by pressing a fingertip into my ass.

My free hand landed on his hip for leverage as I gasped. “Holy shit.” Bucking and squirming seemed to increase his determination, and it was seconds later when I fiercely released into his mouth. The man sucked me dry. Bursts of numbing pleasure pushed me through a vortex into another dimension. He patiently waited during my crash back down to earth, when those forceful sucks morphed into soft kisses.

With one hand still holding my softening cock, he lay on his back, his shaft stiff and waiting, in a challenge of sorts.

It took a few long minutes for my brain to start working. I leaned into him and resumed my intentions, wanting to blow his mind as he had just blown mine. At that moment, I wanted to please him and hoped I wouldn’t disappoint.

When I began to suck hard, it created the kind of pressure to rival a vacuum.

“Fuck, Cooper. Don’t stop,” he said, releasing me to place a firm hand on my back. He held on for dear life as every part of his body prepared for what I wanted to be an epic release.

By the time I got into a rhythm of alternating sucks and pumps, I no longer suffered from nerves. Yes, I had to step up, but more so I wanted to.

“I’m going to come soon. If you’re not ready for that…” My response was to suck harder, and a predictable wicked surge of pleasure halted his words.

He raised his head and stared into my eyes just in time to witness me attempt to suck him dry. Curious and wanting to experience it, I never second-guessed my decision to swallow. Unfortunately, a last-minute panic caused it to dribble out the sides of my mouth. It didn’t seem to matter that I’d failed, since he continued to jerk and twitch before sliding out to settle on his back and calm down.

His eyes tracked my hand wiping away his evidence even as I still reeled from my own release. I stared, worried over his indecipherable expression. Until he raised himself on his elbows, his blue eyes remaining fastened to mine. “That was fucking unreal,” he said before reaching to skim his thumb over a spot on my chin.

The move caused me to state, “Obviously I need some practice.”

“Well, that was pretty damn great considering you’re an amateur.” He then plopped back with a thump, and as I did the same, he added, “But I’ll gladly volunteer to be your test dummy until you perfect it.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ricky

Cooper and I lay side by side in opposite directions while staring at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity. I wouldn’t say it was necessarily awkwardness that stretched between us, more so bewilderment… for me at least. I’d been with plenty of men and never had that intense of a release. It seemed to go on and on, and once I was done, I probably could’ve gone another round if it weren’t for my brain short-circuiting over Cooper’s compliance.

Consuming would be another way to describe it, because it wasn’t just my cock that had gotten lost in the act; it was also my heart. This man, who had so many reservations going into this, had pushed them all aside to pleasure me in one of the most intimate of ways.

Until now, I’d been convinced that each encounter was the time he’d raise his hands in surrender and back away. I no longer feared he would, at least not yet. I think I’d whetted his appetite enough to want more. And with this blow job, my floodgates blew open and all sorts of possibilities rushed through them… all sorts of other acts.

But being ready sexually didn’t mean he was ready emotionally. Once he filled his curiosity, and after he realized being with a man was no longer a taboo thought, his floodgates could easily open in other ways. He could realize there was more than just hot sex. He could search for a better connection. He could fall for another man.

One way to ensure that didn’t affect me was to remain unaffected. In the meantime, I could get into more of what had just happened between us.

If I weren’t feeling so boneless, the fact his flaccid cock was eye level, just as mine was with him, would have almost been comical. But there was nothing funny about what had just happened between