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He shoulders my thighs apart—did I mention the guy has broad shoulders?—and settles in like he’s challenge-accepted an all-you-can-eat buffet. He deep-throats my cock down to the balls and up again, then licks and sucks down the sides. He’s everywhere, fingers and lips and tongue. Fire caresses me, and I both want to explode and hold back to prolong this.

I never want this to end.

Secret relationships are kind of normal in DC, aren’t they?

It’s looking more like a winning option by the minute.

Even with my cock in his mouth I can see the smile on his face. I’m beginning to think it’s a smile of conquest, like anI have you—you’re mine, kind of smile.

Iwantto be his.

My hands! I’m not sure what to do with my damn hands besides holding onto the sheets with a death grip.

Chris grabs my right hand and puts it on his head, and that’s all the prompting I need. I run my fingers through his hair, trace the lines of his jaw, reach down and touch his hand where he’s cupping my sac with his other hand.

He tilts his head and mouths at my finger, sucking on it with playful, sexy sin in his gaze asstillhe watches me.

Like I’mHis.

There are hours and hours of porn on my laptop that I’ve saved, and dozens of bookmarks for others. Of dominant men taking their boys in hand and doing dirty, sexy things to them, pain and pleasure mixed together.

Christopher blows all of them out of the water.

Literally.

Time disappears. He brings me to the edge several times, dangling me just over the brink only to haul me in with a firm gripon the base of my cock and letting me cool down for a moment. When he finally takes me to a point where I can’t hold back any longer, I’m gasping for air, with need, and it’s like he reads my mind. He goes deep on my cock again, hot, pulsating suction taking me over the edge like I’ve been drop-kicked onto an out-of-control bobsled that’s gaining speed.

He swallows, demanding every last drop,even spinning me out just to where I think it’s too much, too sensitive, only for him to read me that way, too.

Sitting up, he crawls up the bed and kisses me. I grab hold tightly, only realizing I’m crying when he reaches up and brushes my tears away with his thumbs.

Concern creases his brow. “Are you okay, baby?”

Unable to form words or give voice to what I’m feeling, I nod and pull him infor another kiss. Because in this moment, there are two things I know beyond everything else—

Well, I’mdefinitelygay…

And I’m deeply in love with this man.