Making It Personal by Wells, C. (best non fiction books of all time txt) 📗

He worked the tight muscles with his thumbs and Blake dropped his head forward, eyes closed, letting out little whimpers as Will’s fingers worked their magic. “Does that feel better?”

Blake moaned softly. “That feels like heaven.” Will halted in his task and then Blake caught his breath as Will reached around to the front and slipped his hand under Blake’s shirt. He stroked down Blake’s chest, rubbing his fingers over Blake’s nipple. “Oh fuck,” Blake whispered. “God, yes.” Will reached down with both hands to unbutton his shirt, and then slid his hands over Blake’s chest, Will’s touch warm and sensual. He could feel Will’s breath against his ear.

“Like that?”

Blake shuddered as Will teased his nipples, which hardened into tight nubs. “Oh, oh God, that’s so good.” When Will pulled away, he let out a growl—until Will hauled him to his feet and propelled him toward the sofa, pushing him down onto it on his back. Will dropped onto his knees beside him and stared at Blake’s face, eyes wide. He stroked Blake’s bared chest with one hand.

“Want to kiss you.” Will’s voice was husky with arousal.

Blake’s pulse began to race. “Do it. Kiss me.” He reached up and grabbed Will’s head, pulling him down roughly until their lips met in a kiss which took his breath away. He moaned into Will’s mouth, the sound swallowed as Will sucked at his tongue. Will slid his hand lower until he reached Blake’s pants, and then Blake gasped as the clasp was freed, then the zipper was tugged. Will never let up kissing him, sliding his agile tongue deep into Blake’s mouth even as he wrapped his hand around Blake’s dick and tightened around it. Blake whimpered, and Will broke the kiss, only to pull free of Blake’s hand and move toward his cock.

“Yes!” Blake hissed as his dick was engulfed in a hot, wet mouth. He hardened instantly as Will began sucking him deeper while he impatiently pulled Blake’s pants over his hips. Then he resumed his sensuous task as he grabbed Blake’s balls. “Oh shit, Will, I’m not gonna last.”

Will let out an evil sounding chuckle around his shaft and then started to hum, the vibrations making everything that much hotter.

All too soon Blake knew he was about to come. He cried out as Will worked his cock with his hand, lips tight around the shaft, his head bobbing faster over Blake’s groin. “Close, so close,” he stammered out, and then he felt his cock swell in Will’s mouth. Will drank him down, sucking the last drop from his dick with little noises that told of his pleasure. Blake lay there shaking as Will cleaned his cock with his tongue, before moving back to kiss him, sharing the last of Blake’s come.

They kissed, this time more languidly, Blake’s fingers moving gently through Will’s short hair, their lips soft against each other. Blake wondered at the image he must have presented: chest bared, pants pushed roughly down to mid-thigh, his spent cock lying limply against his thigh. Will released his mouth with a sigh.

“You taste delicious.”

Blake felt the flush which rose up from his chest and neck, finally reaching his cheeks. “And you’re wicked.”

Will chuckled. “Didn’t hear you complaining, though.”

Blake snorted. “What man in his right mind complains about a kick-ass blow-job?”

Will preened. “Glad to know my oral skills are appreciated.” He got up from the floor and held out a hand to Blake who sat up, fastening up his shirt.

“Thank you, by the way,” he said sincerely. Will’s eyebrows lifted. “For staying, I mean. I really do appreciate it. And especially for what just took place.” Blake’s cheeks reddened. “I’m sure you must have had a client booked for this evening, so I’ll reimburse you what you would have made tonight. I wouldn’t want you to be out of pocket.”

Will froze. His eyes narrowed. The cold expression on his face made Blake’s heart stutter in his chest. “Will? What have I said?”

Will locked eyes with him. He stared at Blake in silence for so long that Blake started to worry.

“Thank you very much. You just made me feel like a whore.” The words were delivered in a flat tone, but Blake saw him swallow, saw a shiver ripple through him.

Blake’s jaw dropped, his eyes growing wide. “What?” He didn’t understand.

Will’s jaw clenched. “You don’t have a fucking clue what I had planned for tonight. And by saying that, you made it sound like that’s all I do. Fuck guys.” He gritted out the words. “Well, fuck you.” Will got up off the sofa and strode into his office, slamming the door shut behind him.

Blake paled. He got to his feet and hurried to the adjoining door. When he opened it, Will was putting on his suit jacket and picking up his keys. “Oh God, Will, I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry…” Will ignored him. He stood there trembling as his computer shut itself down. Blake approached him slowly. “Will. Please, don’t go. Please. I’m so sorry.” His heart was beating fast. Oh God, tell me I’ve not just fucked this up beyond repair. He watched Will become still. Long seconds passed.

At last Will looked him in the eye. “Just so you know—not that it’s any of your fucking business—tonight I was supposed to be at the LGBT youth shelter in Charing Cross. I go there once a week and hang out with the kids. We play pool, watch TV, chat mostly.” He stared resolutely at Blake. “You don’t know me, Mr. Davis.”

Blake wasn’t going to stop, not now Will was speaking to him. “Then come back to the sofa, sit down, and talk to me. Tell me.” Will’s jaw was still clenched. “Please, Will.” He could have wept with relief when Will finally nodded, and the two men went back to Blake’s sofa. Will sagged against the cushions, Blake sitting beside him. For a moment neither of them spoke. Will stared up at the ceiling as he finally started to