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“Jesus,” I breathed. “Look at you.”

“Look at you,” he replied, gaze skating up and down my body. “So sexy.”

“I don’t mean to be rude, darlin’, but if you don’t wrap those gorgeous lips around my dick soon, I’m gonna have to take matters into my own hands.”

“Don’t you dare,” he said with a laugh. “This ismine.”

He sank down, his wet mouth taking me in slowly, his tongue painting hot stripes of pleasure up the underside of my shaft. He cupped my balls in one hand, gently squeezing, while he tightened his mouth around me.

“Ah god.” My whole body clenched as pleasure coiled tight inside me.

Hollywood drew up my length until he reached the tip, using his tongue to strum my frenulum. He probed my slitwith his tongue, making me jerk, and took me down again, deeper this time.

I nudged into his throat, and he swallowed around me, groaning like he was devouring the best treat he’d ever had.

His full lips spread thin around my girth. My dick, shiny with saliva, slid in and out of his mouth. It was all too much. I closed my eyes tight, gasping a warning.

Hollywood started pulling back, but it was too late. I shot over his tongue—and as he withdrew—his lips and chin.

Seeing my cum on his face only made me spurt again, decorating his jaw and neck.

“Fuuuck.” I shuddered with aftershocks. “You’re too good. I couldn’t hold back.”

He lifted his shirt, using the bottom of it to wipe off his face, then tugged it over his head and tossed it aside.

My fingers grazed his navel. It was hitting home now, what I’d done. This was a man sitting over my thighs. His chest was strong, his pecs defined, and his shoulders broad. There was a strip of hair on his lower abs, and I traced my finger over it, absorbing the coarse texture and the thought of where it led.

A hard cock like mine, trapped in those jeans of his. The thought didn’t repulse me. I wanted every part of Holly, even this one. Even if it meant there’d be no more denying the truth.

I’d acknowledged in my head that I found him attractive. That I cared for him. That I wanted to kiss him.

But this was the ultimate truth, wasn’t it?

I reached for his button, suddenly eager to pass this test—no, to fuckingaceit. I reached into his pants and pulled out his dick, slender and long, curved to the left just a smidge. I tightened my grip and stroked him, getting used to the feel of him.

He made a broken noise, and I slid my fist up and down twice more as I wet my lips, ready to dive in and taste him too.

“Fuck!” Hollywood cried, shuddering hard.

His cock pulsed, cum flowing over my hand.

“Shit, I barely touched you.”

His cheeks reddened. “Ah, god, sorry. I’ve just wanted this for so long. I couldn’t help it.”

I chuckled. “Well, hell, don’t apologize. It’s flattering.”

“It’s embarrassing,” he corrected, sitting up to reach for a few tissues in the box on the coffee table.

“I’ve wanted it too,” I said. “For a long time.”

We cleaned up, and he tucked himself back into his jeans, an awkward silence falling. I didn’t want this to be weird, but I wasn’t quite sure how to react now that we’d acted on these impulses I’d pushed down for so long.

I didn’t regret anything—except maybe not getting a chance to do more. Hollywood was gorgeous. He always had been. And nothing about his body turned me off, not even his dick. It was pretty—almost delicate when compared to the angry purple club that stiffened between my legs when I got hard. I looked like a brute, but Holly…he was something more refined.

“So, uh—” Hollywood started.

“Do you want—” I said at the same time.