Page 36 of Best Wrong Thing

I’m overcome by a need to taste myself on his lips. I drag him to his feet and crash my mouth to his, kissing the remnants of my salty cum away. With our lips locked, I unwrap his towel and let it drop to the floor. I gather his pre-cum onto my fingertips and spread it over his hard length, then grasp it and stroke it from root to tip, slowly and firmly.

“Oh, fucking hell, Jacob, that feels so fucking good.”

I nuzzle his nose. “You and your dirty mouth.”

“Bet it’s your new favourite thing.”

“Fuck, yes.”

I kiss him again, my lips and tongue moving with renewed vigour, and whack him off. I quicken my pace, revelling in the wetthwackevery time I complete a desperate stroke. I don’t release his lips until his cock jerks and his hot cum splatters my T-shirt. He presses his forehead against my shoulder, panting and moaning through his orgasm. His fingers dig into my hips like he’s clinging on to me for dear life.

“You made my legs wobbly,” he mutters.

I tip his chin with my fingertips and press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Your bed’s right there.”

“So it is.”

We flop onto it, locked in each other’s embrace. We kiss each other breathless and then kiss some more. When we’re too exhausted to do that, we lie still, his head on my chest, my chin nestled in his hair. I don’t care that my joggers and underpants are twisted around my ankles or that my T-shirt is covered in his cum. The only thing that matters is the beautiful man in my arms, the silky smoothness of his skin, the quick patter of his heart, and the soft puff of his breath against my chest.

“What now?” His voice trembles.

I stay quiet, not wanting to think about that.

He brushes his fingers over my side. “It’s okay if it was a one-off. I understand.”

I tighten my grip. I don’t want to use him like that, but I’m afraid that’s exactly what I’m going to do. “What do you want?”

“In a perfect world?”

I nod.

“To keep seeing you. To keep fucking you. I can dream.”

I twirl my finger over his shoulder. “I want to keep fucking you too.”

He half turns and rests his chin on my chest. “Secret fuck buddies?”

I stiffen. “Is that what you want?”

He shrugs. “I’m not so fussed about the secret part, but I think you are, and that’s okay.”

“I didn’t?—”

He puts his finger over my lips. “You’re worried what people will think about us sleeping together. Don’t deny it.”

I can’t.

“So if it’s the only way to keep doing this, I’m all in for secrecy.”

“Fuck buddies.”

He kisses my nipple. “Yes.”

“In secret.”

“Uh-huh.” He licks my nipple, making it hard.

I groan.