Page 53 of Dreams and Reptiles

He held my face in his hands. “Francis, you’re exactly enough. The right amount. You’re all I want. Everything I could possibly want.”

Kendall and I swayed to “Don’t Dream it’s Over,” just as we had at Pride. Then the vibe switched and it was time to get down. Derek and I rapped along to Saweetie while our guys moved with us. We started grinding to Bad Bunny, and shirts came off when Ricky Martin came on. Ezra and Olly said good night around ten, followed soon after by Jim and Finn, who promised to set up more dance socials because “damn.”

Next thing I knew, Derek, Arnie, and Roger slinked off to the guest room upstairs, and that left Kendall and I alone. Selena’s “Dreaming of You,” was playing, and he held me close, singing in my ear.

I was blissfully happy. Not only had the evening been perfect, but Kendall was here, in my arms, so real, and I wasn’t afraid. He was all mine, and he wanted me. Our negotiations had gotten us to this point, and I had no regrets, no concerns, only desire.

“I don’t mean to be presumptuous,” he murmured. “But shall we take this upstairs like, ahem, the others have?”

“They’re so funny.” I shook off the lusty haze I’d been in and looked down to where Kendall’s thigh disappeared between mine, to where he was supporting my hip rolls with a strong hand on my waist and an arm around my back. I could feel and see just how turned on Kendall was, and I smiled. “Actually, want to go back to your place? I know you probably want to be close in case your animals need you.”

He reached up and caressed my jaw. “I appreciate that, baby, but they’re safe under Alberto’s watchful eye.”

“Alberto?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Have I not introduced you two yet? He’s the grad student who stays at the house while I’m on shift. That’s his Honda Ridgeline out front.”

“Oh. Oh. Then yes. Let’s go upstairs.”

I turned off the music and lights downstairs, and turned the speakers on in my room and changing to a mellow playlist. Then I armed the alarm and took Kendall by the hand. We climbed the stairs together, stealing blissed-out glances and sharing hungry smiles. I shushed him when we passed Derek’s door, and we had to cover our giggles when we heard an awful lot of moaning.

“Good luck, Derek,” Kendall said, shaking his head.

“‘Three-ways are genetic.’” I snorted. “I’m perfectly happy with us.”

Kendall laughed and grabbed my ass. “Good. I have a feeling I’m going to need the modest amount of swag I’ve got to keep you satisfied.”

“Bet.”

CHAPTER

TWELVE

Kendall

“I know I said I love to shower, and I want to shower with you, but Kendall mine, I need you now. I need a taste.”

Who was I to argue?

“Need you, too, baby,” I said, as I unfastened his pants. They slid down his toned, smooth legs, landing in a heap on the floor, leaving him in a tiny pair of white trunks. Our shirts were downstairs, forgotten in the haze of our lust-driven dancing.

Francis turned and sat on the edge of his bed and reached for my jeans.

“I want you first.” I fell to my knees before him, hooked my fingers over the tops of his trunks and waited for his consent before sliding them down his luscious legs.

“Oh, Francis,” I purred, as I ran my hands up and down the smooth skin of his thighs, up to his ribs, and down over his pelvic bones. He had the faintest happy trail and a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair at the base of his mouthwateringly perfect, uncut cock. It was long and slender, just like him. “Please? Can I?”

He’d reclined on his elbows and was smiling at me. “You sure you don’t want me to shower fir⁠—”

He sucked in a breath as I covered his tip with my mouth and swirled my tongue, playing with him until he moaned loudly. I took him in as far as I could, swallowing around him and running my fingers all over his sensitive sac and taint. He pulled his knees up and gripped the covers as his hips bucked.

God, he tasted divine, his precum spilling into my mouth until I had to fight back the urge to let go myself. I wasn’t ready yet. I had so much more I wanted to do with this man tonight, and I knew I’d be a one-and-done.

“Kendall,” he whispered. He moaned long and deep, his back curling up off the bed as he began to orgasm, and the look on his face? Nearly sent me over the edge. His eyelids heavy over unfocused eyes, lips open, skin glistening in the light that spilled over his bed from the high windows.

He let his legs relax and flexed his toes, then reached his arms up over his head, stretching his body out for miles. He was built like a diver, so lean and sleek, with the slightest swell of ass and a curved lower back.

I sat back on my haunches and just stared as his chest rose and fell with his labored breathing. “Baby, you are so beautiful.”