The Mystery of Nevermore by C. S. Poe

Author:C. S. Poe [Poe, C. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Romance, Gay / Lesbian / LGBT
ISBN: 9781634770705
Google: ml-JDAAAQBAJ
Goodreads: 29759618
Publisher: DSP Publications
Published: 2016-08-29T22:00:00+00:00

I SLEPT harder than I ever remembered doing. I guess a concussion coupled with the fiercest sex you’ve had in years will knock you out a good few hours. Or half of the day. I had no idea what time it was, what day it was, and I was really, perfectly okay with that.

I awoke to having shifted around in bed, pressed up against Calvin’s back with an arm around his waist. Minus the annoyance of having slept with my contacts in again, I sighed comfortably and curled up tighter against him. Calvin was awake. He pulled my arm up to his chest and covered my hand with his. I was cognizant enough to register my erection pressing against the curve of his ass.

I hoped he didn’t mind.

I usually preferred playing catcher, so to speak. I loved the overwhelming sensations that came with being fucked. I liked to submit a little, to have someone else take control and lead me along. That being said, I enjoyed the occasional switch in roles. It was healthy, I thought, but Neil had only let me do it once before putting his foot down.

I was horrified by the thought. Let me?

Calvin’s husky chuckle scattered the dark thoughts. “Sleep okay?” he murmured.

“Better than okay,” I said around a yawn.

“Always wake up like this?” He pressed back slightly.

“You can hardly blame me. Have you looked at yourself in a mirror recently?”

“Yes.” Calvin rolled over, his face close to mine. “Have you?”

“Yep. Old and gray, and I do mean that literally.”

“You’re thirty-three. Not old.” Calvin shook his head.

“You know way too much about me,” I replied. “How old are you?”

Calvin looked sheepish. “Forty-two.”

“Wow, really?”

“What?” he asked, sounding a bit defensive.

“No, no. I mean, wow, I can’t believe that. You look fantastic.”

“I’d like to be thirty-three again,” he countered.

“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”

Calvin grumbled, cupped my face, and kissed me. “I should get going.”

“But look at me,” I said, glancing down meaningfully. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Am I supposed to take care of you every time you get hard?”

“It’d be nice. Can I put you on speed dial?”

Calvin laughed and kissed me again. “I don’t think I have time. I would hate to rush how good you are.”

The compliment made my cheeks heat up.

“How about I jerk us off together?” he asked, reaching down to wrap his hand briefly around me and tug.

I immediately pressed my hips forward into the touch. “I want that,” I whispered.

“Need me to put a condom on?”

I considered the question for a moment. He was so thoughtful in bed. I really didn’t know what to make of it. Were most guys like Calvin, or was I simply used to attracting the kind that didn’t care so much? I kissed him, putting a hand on the back of his head to deepen the touch.

“No?” he muttered against my mouth.

“No,” I agreed.

He pulled me flush against his own body, wrapped his hand around both of our cocks, and stroked them slowly.

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