Page 73 of Heartstring

He laughs, but it becomes a moan when I put my hands on his ass and pull him closer so our erections rub against each other. Even through clothes, he feels perfect.

“Speaking of old age, you should know it’s been a while for me, so this might be over embarrassingly quickly,” he says but doesn’t stop rubbing himself against me.

I swallow a moan, reluctant to stop.

God, what are we? Teenagers?

“Wait,” I say.

“What?”

“Are we really doing this?”

“Fuck, Ty. Don’t send me home like this. You were never a tease before. You wanted everything now. The king of instant gratification.”

I laugh. “I remember.”

His hands roam my chest, landing on my nipples. Even through the fabric of my sweater, the sensation makes my dick harder.

He doesn’t stop until I’m back to grinding against him.

“What do you say, big boy? Shall we go up to your room and exorcise twenty-five years of pent-up lust?” Mik asks, leaning forward and sucking my lower lip into his mouth.

“Two things.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve had sex since.”

He laughs. “Then I hope you got better at it.”

“Fucker.” I slap his ass, which only causes him to grind against me some more.

“What’s the second thing?” he asks.

“You were the one who asked for my dick. Just saying.”

He laughs. “At this point, I don’t even care. Just want you inside me.”

I slap his ass again. “If I was twenty years younger, I’d carry you to my bedroom, but fuck that. You can walk.”

Mik stands, taking my hand and pulling me up.

“Where’s your bedroom, old man? Let me put your energy resources to good use.”

I lead him up the stairs, but as we walk past Seymour’s closed door, I stop.

“What is it?”

“My brother-in-law has been staying with me.”

“Will he come home soon?”

“No. He’s away for a couple of weeks.”

“Do you have a thing for him?”

“Hell no. He’s like a brother.”