Page 59 of Lovers Like Us

He kisses me, my groan lost in his mouth. Even without my hands, I slide my tongue along his, always deepening the kiss, and Farrow curses, “Fuck,Maximoff.”

His lips descend to my jaw, my neck. Sucking again, and I mutter French and Spanish in his ear. Extremely fucking dirty. NC-17.

And Farrow understands not a single damn word. Still, his muscles contract and a low noise breaches hismouth.

We make out in this same position for a long while. I’m practically bursting through my fucking boxer-briefs. I try to move my hands, but he still cages them behind myback.

I’m too pent-up to untangle and flip him. I let out a heady breath. “I was thinking about jerking you off, andnow…”

Farrow runs his tongue over his bottom lip piercing, smiling. “And now, I’m taking you in my mouth.” He lets go of my hand, and I prop myself on my elbows. Comforter soft beneath myback.

My chest rises and falls in shallow breaths while I watch him suck and bite my flesh. Down to my elasticwaistband.

His feet are on the floor, and he pulls me further down the mattress, my legs hanging off the bed. My ass close to the edge. God.Fuckme.

His mouth skims the outline of my erection. Boxer-briefs wet from pre-cum.

“Farrow,” I snap into a groan, pissed that he’s teasing. I can’t handle it, and I almost fall back off myelbows.

He nearly laughs. Then he pulls my boxer-briefs off—way too goddamn slowly. My cock springs out, and I try to sit up to tear off his black boxer-briefs. But he pushes my chestback.

“Relax,” he says in that graveledvoice.

I glare. “And you call me bossy?” I reach down to a nearby duffel on the ground and unzip to findlube.

“You are bossy.” Farrow is standing and takes off his boxer-briefs. His hardened dick comes into full view, and I pause. Soaking in his chiseled muscles and cascading ink, not to mention the mouth-watering erection that’s supposed to be inside ofme.

Don’t get fucking nervousnow.

“Never said I wasn’t.” I lick my stinging lips for the millionth time. “But maybe you aretoo.”

“Maybe?” he repeats, his barbell lifts with his brow. “I am bossy. Lieback.”

I chuck the bottle of lube at him. He catches it with one hand.Jesus.

“Let’s do this fast,” I say, “because I’m on a fucking ledge,man.”

Farrow strokes his length while he lowers to his knees. Then he grips mine, licks the tip, and he sucks me—holyshitholyshit.I clutch my thigh with one hand and clench his hair with the other. He devours my reaction, and I bite down, a mangled noise in mythroat.

I pay attention to how his lips wrap around me, and the pressure—Christ, the pressure. He slows, and he lubes his fingers.This isit.

He pops his mouth off my cock. “Lean back, Maximoff.” He lifts my foot onto the edge of the mattress. I’ve done this enough to other people, so I’m highly aware I need to set my other foot on the bed to let himin.

But I’m fuckingfrozen.

He tries to distract me, his hand rubbing me. And he stands and leans down, kissing me strongly. My heart rate is elevated. I slide back more into the middle of the bed, and I bring him down. Not liking when he’s standing and I’mnot.

Farrow clutches my jaw. “I’m not going to hurt you. Trustme.”

I take a deeper breath. And I try not to tense, but my muscles cut sharp. While he’s on top, face-to-face, we make out; he strokes me, I stroke him, and he whispers, “Relax.” His voicesoothing.

And his other handdescends.

His fingers brush against my puckered hole. I do my best to focus on my pent-up arousal, and one finger slides into me. Deeper, finding myprostate.

He massages, and I tighten, the nerves killer. Almost toosensitive.

“Wait, wait.” I put a hand on his chest, and he’s out of me in amillisecond.