Free Available [Marked 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Jana Downs Page A

the edge of some invisible precipice. Like a teen with his first skin mag, he shot into the tight confines of his jeans, his hips fucking air as he came. He sucked compulsively on the softening cock in his mouth as he rubbed the head of his own dick through the rest of his orgasm.
    Ryan pulled from his mouth with a groan and an audible pop. “Fuck. Christ, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
    Bradley shook his head, a lethargy seizing him. “No,” he said hoarsely. “Don’t.” He needed to be in this moment for a while, needed to savor it.
    “Are you all right, sweet?” Ryan asked, tucking himself back in his jeans before kneeling in front of Bradley.
    He licked his lips. “Fine.” A little shaken but otherwise fine. A blow job had never been so intense before. If this was an indication of how things were going to be with the two of them, then Bradley was pretty sure that he was going to die when they actually had sex. “My jeans are wrecked though.” He looked down at the stain slowly spreading through his blue jeans. His cheeks heated. Damn . He didn’t want to walk back out there like this.
    Ryan cupped his cheek. “Is there something else you could wear in your bag? I could go out to the car and get it.” The thoughtfulness of the gesture should not be making Bradley feel like he was going to melt into a puddle of infinite happiness.
    He swallowed and nodded. “My work overalls. They’re splattered with paint, but it’s better than cum. Just bring me the bag so I can stash these in there?”
    “No problem. I’ll be right back.” Ryan pushed himself to his feet, and Bradley’s throat tightened.
    “Wait.” The word was out of his mouth before he thought of a reason for why Ryan would wait. He opened his mouth but froze as Ryan paused. What was he supposed to say? Give me a cuddle? Let me know you felt that? Let me know that I did a good job? All those options seemed stupid and made him look weak. He balled his fists up on his thighs as unreasoning fear hit him. He didn’t want to fuck this up. It was his one chance at being with Ryan.
    Ryan dropped to his knees in front of him again. “Hey now, shhh, what’s wrong, sweet?”
    He shrugged helplessly. What was he supposed to say? Goddamn it .
    Ryan wrapped his arms around Bradley and pulled him into his lap. Instant calm infused him as the scent and feel of the other man permeated his senses. Ryan kissed his temple. “The best part about being my submissive is that you don’t have to be strong all the time, Bradley. You give your burdens to me always. Don’t ever think you can’t tell me something. What is going through your head?”
    “It’s hard,” Bradley hedged.
    “I know. But that’s part of the control you’re holding onto. Let me in, Bradley.” The soft command undid the final knot in his chest, and he all but sagged against Ryan.
    “I’m not entirely sure. You just popped up to get my bag, and I felt, I don’t know, abandoned, maybe. I know that’s stupid, but I didn’t know if you liked it or if you regretted it or anything. I know it’s dumb. I mean, you came. So I must’ve done something right,” Bradley muttered, hiding his face in the crook of Ryan’s neck. He wasn’t trying to be whiny or clingy, but he couldn’t seem to help himself.
    Ryan nodded like what he said made sense. “That’s a natural reaction. I topped you, and you’re still unsure of where we stand. I didn’t give you any indication of where we were going or if we were going to continue. That was my bad. I got overeager listening to you. I thought talking about it here would help, but I underestimated how badly I wanted you. We are going to do this, Bradley. I am going to teach you how to be a sub, and for the duration, you will be my sub. That means I take care of you and will not walk out on you. Period. Does that make you feel better?”
    Bradley kissed the side of his neck. “Yes.” Sir . The promise seemed to make his former concern