Page 91 of The Revenge Game

The corners of Drew’s mouth twist up.

“What, the British Museum’s ancient artifacts aren’t as appealing as my morning breath?” Drew asks.

“Well, your morning breath is practically a cultural artifact on its own.”

“Are you saying I belong in a museum?”

“More like a very specialized private collection. Though the sign would definitely need an adult content warning.”

Drew laughs, and I lean over to kiss his smile.

Our kiss quickly turns delicious, and I reach out to touch his hardening cock.

“See, I’ve got my own version of Big Ben right here,” I murmur against his lips.

Drew pulls back to stare at me. “Did you seriously just name my cock after a clock?”

I shrug. “It’s large, reliable, good with timing…”

Drew laughs, the sound vibrating against my chest where we’re pressed together.

In bed, there’s none of the hesitation I sense from Drew at other times. Here, he’s always fully present.

We kiss and kiss, and the kiss starts to ramp up until we’re both panting into each other’s mouths, our touches growing more urgent.

I’m on top of him, grinding against him, loving the feel of his cock against mine.

Then I shimmer down his body.

Every kiss I plant on Drew’s body feels like a repudiation of Bobby Ray’s words still alive in my head. I kiss down his chest, and the soft sounds he makes vibrate through his ribcage, humming against my lips like whispered encouragements.

I kiss the soft skin of his inner thigh. I kiss the juncture of his hip and leg.

Then I take him into my mouth.

The weight of him on my tongue causes everything else to fall away until there’s just the taste of him, the gentle rock of his hips, the desperate sounds catching in his throat.

When I finally pull off, Drew’s staring at me with those whiskey-brown eyes, his chest heaving.

I love Drew like this. Flushed and wanting.

I reapply my mouth.

But this time, as I’m worshipping him, I let my fingers drift backward, stroking the soft skin behind his balls.

Drew groans my name like a prayer, his hips bucking up instinctively as my fingers explore farther.

When I tentatively circle his hole, he makes a needy and desperate sound.

So far, we’ve been using our mouths and hands to get each other off, and it’s been amazing. But I want more. I want to experience all those firsts I denied myself for so long, and I want them with Drew.

And judging by the sounds he’s making, Drew’s just as desperate for this as I am. He’s arching into my touch, his body begging for more.

“Do you want…?” Drew rasps out.

I pull away so I can look at him.

And even though he’s the one who asked the question, for the first time the whole weekend, I see a hint of that hesitation in Drew’s eyes.