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Thirty-eight

Nikolai

JulesandIspentmost of the day in bed together, kissing or making out interspersed with sharing more about ourselves.

Not being from around here, I had never heard of him before.

“You should have been scared to death when you saw me.”

“I just thought you were a random old guy.” I grinned at him, nuzzling my face into his neck.

His scent triggered something in me.

Horniness, yes. But not just that. He smells like home.

For all my adult life, I had never felt at home in my own skin. I’d always wanted to find that place even when I’d been in my home. Everywhere I’d gone I’d felt lost and lonely with no way out.

I had tried to shove my loneliness out of sight and into a remote corner of my brain, but it had never stopped. Jules hadn’t magically healed my feeling of dislocation. But when I was with him, I felt less frenetic and less like a fox with one foot in a trap, ready to gnaw the limb off to get the fuck away.

I inhaled his scent again.

Yeah, he smells like home.

“Well, Iama random old guy.”

“Was that a joke, Jules?” I licked an open-mouthed kiss on the smooth skin under his jaw.

“Uh yeah,” he groaned, arching his head back.

“I really want to taste you again. Can I?” I kissed my way down his throat and across his chest to take his nipple into my mouth.

“Please, Bunny.”

I focused on the tight bud for a bit, then made my way down his stomach until I reached the duvet slung low over his hips.

“You are the most beautiful man in the world.” I moaned into the sparse tufting of hair under his navel.

“Don’t be silly, Bunny.”

Sinking my mouth down on his cock shut him up.

Good. Because you are, and we’re not arguing about it.

I traced the length of him with my tongue, mapping the bark-like texture. Nudging his legs wide with my knee, I trailed deeper to cradle his almost hairless balls in my palm. Restless hands scrambled over the sheets when I gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

I pulled off and spit on it.

He liked that so much the first time.

“Bunny!” His pleading voice sent me spiralling.

I hummed, taking him to the back of my throat. More saliva drooled over his length as I slurped and gagged.

God, I love messy blowjobs.

“Bunny, I can’t, I…” Jules broke off, ending in a guttural groan as he came down my throat once more. I kissed my way down his softening length until I could nuzzle my nose into his skin.

“I’m getting addicted to your scent, Jules. And your taste.” I pressed a lewd kiss on the base of his cock, sucking it into my mouth.