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Fucking Lance Fehn.
Lying in his bed, looking hot as sin.
There’s something about him being naked when I haven’t so much as taken my shirt off that excites me. He feels so vulnerable right now, like he’s mine to do whatever I want to.
I approach the bed, looming over him, enjoying the uncertainty in his expression, that he doesn’t know what I’ll do to satisfy him first. Although, the way my mouth’s watering, I already know what I want, so I lean down and hook my arms under his thighs, my face near his cock.
“You know I’ve been thinking about this since I last had a taste, right?”
“Yeah?” He chuckles, but I notice his dick stiffen.
“Apparently, you want me to taste it too.”
“If you want it so bad, why aren’t you just going for it?”
“Because I like the idea of teasing you a bit, even if it means restraining myself from everything I really want to do to you.”
I offer a quick lick, then move down, starting at the base of his shaft, sliding up to the head. Just to remind him what my tongue feels like against his flesh.
“Tastes as good as I remember,” I whisper. “It makes me greedy, but I don’t just want to get you off tonight. I want todrive you out of your goddamn mind.” Pulling my tongue back, I let him feel my breath against his flesh before offering the subtlest of licks.
He releases a deep, resonant moan that tingles in my chest.
“You keep letting me know how much you enjoy it like that,” I say, “and I’m gonna have a hard time torturing you.”
“Fucking hell,” he says, straining.
I offer another lick, and he moans again, even louder. It still has that true ring to it, but like he isn’t holding back anymore, like I lured it out of him with the promise of doing more.
Between how it hits and knowing I give him that kind of pleasure, I realize he’s not the only one I’m torturing like this, so I let go. I slide the tip of his cock into my mouth, driving down to the base, enjoying that familiar sensation of it pushing up against the insides of my cheeks.
“Ty,” he breathes as his fingers thread through my hair.
Never would have thought my name could sound so good, but there’s something about hearing how much Lance wants this that drives me wild. Has me taking him all the way to the back of my throat. When I pull back, I work the head with my tongue, determined to impress him. His moans, the subtle movements of his body as he arches his back and thrusts into my mouth assure me it’s working.
Once my mouth is satisfied, I kiss up his body, nibbling and licking, trying to taste as much of him as I can before I take his lips again, my hand gravitating to his ass.
So fucking firm.
Something animalistic rises within me, and I let that growl escape my mouth again, probably in part since he requested it earlier.
When I finally pull away from our kisses, his eyes are sealedshut. I study his face for a few moments before they flit open.
“Yeah, I think I might be figuring some things out,” he says in that jokey way he has.
I laugh. “Me too.”
“I notice your hand is still on my ass.”
“Is that okay?”
His expression twists up. “Trust me, everything you’re doing right now is more than okay.”
That makes my chest swell with pride. “Well, guess we’re learning I’m just as good with guys as I am with girls.”
He snorts—fucking snorts—which gets me chuckling too.
“Why’s that funny?” I ask.