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

He took a step closer to Sherman, his hands now by his side.

“Actually, what?” Sherman had pressed. He seemed to be reading the mood of the room now. His eyes stayed trained on Bradley’s dick, watching it like it was a snake about to pounce.

“Actually, I did ah... jerk off last night.” A deep breath, a surge of adrenaline and, “Over you.”

Sherman’s face dropped, but then he quickly recovered. “And I was doing...?”

Bradley took another step closer. With Sherman sitting on the edge of the bed, the head of his penis was less than a foot from Sherman’s mouth. “I think you know...”

Sherman licked his lips. “I think I do too.”

From there... well, what happened next was pretty obvious. Sherman took Bradley full in his mouth, all the way to the back of his throat. Bradley had then taken Sherman’s head in his hands, gripping him by the ears and really taken pleasure in the sensation. Loose plans were made to only suck one another off, that no sex would be had. But neither man really believed that.

Such was the case that fifteen minutes later and Bradley was inside Sherman. He had him bent over the bed now, grinding his hips into Sherman’s tight little bubble butt. It was a nice butt too, rounder than it ought to be and with just the cutest smattering of peach fuzz covering it. It tensed as Bradley buried himself in him.

“God this feels good,” Bradley growled.

“Harder, babe,” Sherman demanded, so Bradley obliged. He howled into the sky before burying his face into a pillow and biting it so as to stop himself from screaming further.

They fucked all morning.

Bradley was a top, always, and Sherman was versatile and only too happy to let Bradley take control. Sherman liked it hard, and he fucked him as such until he made Sherman cum all over the bed sheets. He then took a seat and had Sherman bouncing on his member until he came too, ripping off the condom and exploding into Sherman’s hungry mouth. Sherman then licked him clean, seeming to relish in the taste.

This was not how Bradley had thought he would be spending his final morning in Amsterdam. He had assumed it would be spent trying to get the perfect photo of his breakfast – with Sherman’s arm or something in frame – so as to upload and make Jackson even more jealous. But he hadn’t thought of Jackson once since the previous night.

He had thought that he and Sherman would have a pleasant last morning together before parting ways to never see or speak to one another again. Oh sure, they’d made loose plans to ‘keep in touch’ but neither of them really believed it.

He thought any number of things really, none of which involved having the best sex of his life. Yes, the best sex of his life. Again, he couldn’t explain it... so he didn’t try. Rather, he relished in what was the perfect way to end his time in Amsterdam, and to say goodbye to an unexpected friend for good.

As to what was going to happen next? Fuck, if this morning was anything to go by, then Bradley had no idea. But as far as he was concerned, that was a good thing.

Chapter Six

If Sherman were being completely honest with himself – if he had that capability in his current state — he’d happily admit that of all the places he had visited in Europe throughout the past month, Lisbon, Portugal was his favorite... at least it should have been.

The weather was pristine; blue skies, a big bright sun that was warm but not overly hot, and a cool breeze coming from off the ocean to balance it all out. The people were all ridiculously friendly, sometimes to a point where it became a little annoying. And the city itself was unlike any that Sherman had been to yet.

Seriously, Lisbon was beautiful. A port-city that seemed to have been built entirely in the 12th Century, there wasn’t a building or landmark that didn’t look as if it belonged in another era. From the ancient castles that sat high on the hills and overlooked the city proper, to the town square that was more Colosseum than anything else, to the narrow roads built for horse rather than car, to the sandstone architecture, to the multitude of statues built to worship heroes from an age long since passed to... to... to everything! It really was something else.

So, why wasn’t Sherman enjoying himself as he should?

First and foremost, the Single’s Through Europe trip that he was a part of had just about killed him. Today was the final day of said tour and where he was supposed to be with them right now – they were all at the Castle de S. Jorge where they would spend an agonizing amount of time going over the history of said castle, as had been the theme for this trip – he had ducked out early so as to avoid it. Indeed, the moment that their tour group had landed in Lisbon, he had told the party leader that he was done, thanked him for all the hard work... and then left.

The Singles Through Europe package had been an unmitigated disaster for so many reasons. First and foremost, it was boring. They went to some of the most beautiful cities in the world, visited some of the most iconic landmarks in the history of man, and ate at some of the most culturally relevant restaurants across the great continent and still, somehow, Sherman had been bored the entire time. Honestly, he probably hadn’t smiled once since Amsterdam, and if he had, it was surely a mistake.

It was the people he was forced to travel with that had done it. They were