Page 44 of This or That
“What can I say? I was hooked the second you shoved your tongue down my throat.” We chuckle, and his breath seizes as my hand moves more quickly along his crotch.
With that shamelessly stolen kiss in Paris, he put me under his spell. It’s as if he pours everything he has into his spellbinding kisses that I can’t get enough of.
The mind reader’s hungry mouth assaults mine in the best of ways, claiming an urgent kiss that I gladly welcome. His lips mold with mine like two pieces of a not-so-complex puzzle, and my arm snakes around his waist to yank him closer. The delicious friction of our jean-clad cocks heats the skin behind my neck. I quiver in bliss. My lover fists my wavy hair, making my scalp prickle under his fiery touch.
“Mmm…” Yeah, I’ve attended the most elite boarding schools that the world has to offer, and that’s how eloquent the fucker renders me!
Leonard Cohen’sI’m Your Manfills the place while I get reacquainted with the taste of his commanding lips. I’m a starved man when it comes to his affection. His five-o’clock shadow grazes against mine which sends shivers down my spine. The fast tempo of my romantic heart and my aching manhood can attest that my craving for this man isn’t about to be tamed.
Regretfully, I break the salacious kiss to come up for air. “Youmake me horny, Troy Hunter. Every. Fucking. Minute.” So, maybe not so romantic after all.
“You know what? I want to do something special.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
“You.” My index finger points at his chiseled chest. “I wanna doyou, Troy Hunter.” My gaze stays focused on his. My breathing doesn’t falter. My body shows undeniable approval. I’m confident in my own skin; my first encounter with him was only the first step of many that I yearn to take with the man that I fell head over heels for.
“Here? Now, you mean?”
“Nah, I’m not that… brave, but as soon as we’re done here.” I close my eyes, and when they pop open, I sputter, suddenly hesitant for no valid reason; this guy knows me inside and out.
“Well, I think we’re done then. Let’s go!”
“Wait!” I take a deep breath to gather my wits. “Forever. I want to be…”
His brown eyes are expectant. “You want to be what, Mike Clayton?”
My body hums at the way we eye-fuck each other. “What I always was.” I never want it to stop. I swallow my last bit of hesitation because he needs to know how much he means to me.
“Yours.”
The End
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