Page 38 of Baxter's Right-Hand Man

I picked him up and strode purposely out of the kitchen. “Bedroom.”

“On your right—first door.” He hummed, slanting his mouth over mine again.

I stumbled into his room, dropped him onto the bed, and dove on top of him. We collided in a tangle of limbs, humping and grinding as we licked and sucked at lips and skin. I held his wrists beside his head and dragged my rigid denim-clad cock over his equally hard one, swallowing his moans as he tilted his hips to meet me thrust for thrust.

I released my hold and slowly licked and kissed my way down his torso, pausing to admire the valley where his sweatpants clung to his pelvic bone. Fuck, he was beautiful. I traced the fine trail of hair from his belly button to the elastic band with the tip of my tongue, then rubbed my chin on the tip of his dick through the cotton barrier.

He squirmed under me, arching his back. I propped my weight on one elbow and slipped my fingers under the fabric.Fuck me.That was definitely lace.

“May I?” I rasped.

Lorenzo nodded, his gaze locked on mine as I lowered his sweats.

Holy fuck.I wasn’t prepared for this. For him. Or for how ridiculously sexy a piece of black lace looked wrapped around his thick, fully erect cock. I swallowed hard, giving myself a moment to appreciate the view.

Precum leaked from his slit…a perfect clear drop daring gravity to do its job. The fabric rested underneath his crown and hugged his shaft like a glove. The prominent vein along his length was visible through the see-through bits. The contrast of masculine beauty and delicate lace made me wild with lust. I was practically drooling. No joke.

“You’re staring,” he said, his lips lifting at the corner.

Yeah, I was. I had to cool it and say something smooth and suave. Something like,You’re so exquisite. It’s like you’re not even real.

“Does it itch?”

Oh, wow.Not smooth, not suave.

The other corner of Lorenzo’s lips curled and a sweet smile blossomed across his face. He shook his head and hooked his thumb under the lace before ever-so-slowly lowering the fabric.

“A little, but this is much better.”

I whimpered—or someone did. Sweat beaded on my brow and my hands felt clammy. I didn’t know if I could speak in full sentences now. I was too strung out and too fucking in awe of him…and his beautiful cock.

I bent to lick that glistening drop from his slit, savoring the salty, musky taste of him. I had to have more. I flattened my tongue and licked him from base to tip, down one side and up the other. God, that was good. I closed my eyes and did it again…and again. Then I opened my mouth wide and took all of him, wrapping my tongue around him and sucking him like a popsicle on a warm summer day.

Lorenzo keened under me, rolling his hips in a wordless request for more. No problem, but I needed room to work.

“Take them off,” I growled as I sat on my heels.

I wriggled his sweats and thong off, tossing them aside before diving between his thighs.

“Wait. You too.”

Right. I toed off my shoes and socks and lost my jeans in record time.

Lorenzo shoved the duvet to the end of the mattress and kneeled in the middle of his bed, stroking himself as he watched me strip to my boxer briefs. Not sure why I didn’t get naked right away. I knew where this was going and I wanted it…badly. I wanted him. But I felt weirdly self-conscious, and it didn’t make sense.

I loved sex and I’d had a lot of it. Yet somehow, this felt different.

Or maybe I wanted it to be different.

I joined him on the bed, a cocky smile in place of the bewitched one I’d worn a second ago. I gently pushed him onto his pillow and straddled him, his dick nudging mine through a layer of cotton.

“Where were we?” I didn’t give him a chance to reply.

I covered him like a blanket, lining my erection with his. Lorenzo immediately slid my boxer briefs down, scratching my ass cheeks as he bit my shoulder and writhed under me. He was a fucking vampire, and I was all for it. I pumped my hips wildly but went still when he yanked the elastic over my cock and wrapped his legs around me.

“Oh, fuck. That’s so good,” he purred.

Good? Try incredible.