Only You by Jerry Cole (the top 100 crime novels of all time TXT) 📕

“Yeah, I do.” Sherman was doing his best to sound cool and collected. Even shrugging in as nonchalant manner as he could. “I have this tour I’ve paid for already. Starts up this afternoon.”

“A trip through the Dutch countryside right,” Bradley smirked. “Sounds like a time.”

The two men then stood there for a second, with neither seeming to know what to say. ‘Goodbye’ was the obvious choice, but Sherman sure as fuck wasn’t going to be saying it first.

“How long did you say you’re here for?” Bradley then asked. “In the Dam, I mean.”

“Another two days,” Sherman spoke quickly. “Most of it is with this tour group though – but also, like... I’m not married to the idea of hanging out with them the whole time. We do have a whole month together.”

“Na, I can’t imagine you wanting to marry a tour group,” Bradley joked. At least Sherman thought it was a joke. “Well... like... I’m busy the rest of the day... but tomorrow —”

“Okay!” Sherman could have punched himself. He took a deep breath and said much more coolly, “I mean, yeah —- what were you saying?”

Bradley blinked a few times, like he didn’t understand the reaction. “Just that we should hang out again. Maybe tomorrow? I’m wide open.”

Sherman could have kissed him he was so happy! But he refrained. Instead, he pulled out his phone and added Bradley's number, not his Instagram though, as Sherman wasn’t big into that platform and Bradley was a little odd about handing it over. They then made loose plans – to be confirmed later tonight – to meet up the next day. And then, before Sherman had a chance to do or say anything else that might have embarrassed him beyond repair, he said his goodbyes and just about sprinted from Bradley.

Once he was alone and out of sight, he slowed down, took a few deep breaths and got about unpacking what had been a very unexpected morning.

Working in travel, Sherman had heard his fair share of travel romance stories. They were always hyper-stylized, a little exaggerated and framed as being the most romantic, hottest, best experience of every single trip ever, regardless of how they ended. It was an experience that Sherman had never had, nor even dreamed of, until now. And although he and Bradley were just hanging out and presumably friends, something told him that maybe, just maybe, he might have a chance...

Fuck, even if nothing happened and the two men never saw one another again, Sherman was already sure this was going to be a highlight of his trip. A shame really that he couldn’t add it to the Single’s Through Europe package he was trying so desperately to improve. The darn thing would sell out in seconds if Bradley were attached.

As it stood now, he would have been willing to ditch the tour and hang out with Bradley for the rest of the month he was here, consequences be damned. But then Sherman took another deep breath and gave his head a shake. He was getting far too ahead of himself. Seriously, odds were that Bradley wouldn’t even bother contacting him again. Why the heck would he?

Chapter Five

Bradley had never gotten a blowjob from an older man before. His sexual partners were always in their mid-twenties like him, with the oldest maybe being thirty... but that was just a guess as the man Bradley was thinking about had never officially confirmed or denied his age. But that wasn’t relevant. What was relevant was how freaking good this blowjob was... like, fucking hell! It was so good that it had Bradley wondering if all older men sucked dick this way, or if it was just Sherman.

“Don’t... stop...” Bradley groaned through his clenched jaw as Sherman ran his tongue up and down his shaft like it was an ice cream cone melting in the sun. “Please... don’t... stop...”

“I wasn’t going to, babe.” Sherman unlatched his mouth for just long enough to spit the words out, before then literally spitting on Bradley’s cock and swallowing it whole again.

“Good...” Bradley groaned and ran his hand through Sherman’s thick black hair as if petting him for good behavior. This seemed to encourage Sherman, who started sucking harder. “Fuuuuuuuck!”

It was ten in the morning on Bradley’s last day in Amsterdam. He was in his B & B, sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked and enjoying the best blowjob he’d ever gotten in his life. It was so unexpected, so random, so totally out of left field that up until the moment that Sherman wrapped his lips around his cock, Bradley hadn’t been expecting it. Not one little bit.

Not that he minded. God no, he didn’t mind at all.

Sherman was on his knees, parked between Bradley’s spread legs and of course, fully clothed. He had one hand gripped around Bradley’s full balls, squeezing and tugging them gently; it felt incredible. As he did this, his mouth worked Bradley’s shaft and head like a pro; he licked, he sucked, he spat, he slapped, he nibbled just a bit and he gagged. It was art, is what it was and where Bradley had never been one for art... well, Amsterdam had changed him.

“How do you like that cock?” Bradley asked without thinking. He wasn’t even that into dirty talk! But this was bringing it out in him.

“Are you kidding?” Sherman spat on Bradley’s meat and began to stroke him. As he did, he met his eyes – they were hungry and wild – and smirked. “I can’t get enough.”

“Show me.” Bradley wrapped his hand around Sherman’s head and guided it back onto his dick. Sherman didn’t hesitate.

The more Bradley thought about it though – as Sherman continued to suck and lick at his head like a thirsty puppy finally being offered water –