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“God, I wanted you so bad,” he admits, breathlessly. “Want you so bad. It was killing me. I was so desperate. I’ll do anything you want, you can do anything to me, I want it all.”

God, this boy, does he know what handing over control like that does to a man like me? I pulse against his thigh and he grins in delight, sliding his hand slowly over my sticky cock. I hiss as he wraps his calloused palm around me and grips, and my hips thrust into his hand. He starts to slide down my body, but I hold him tight.

“Please?” he begs prettily, pouting.

“I’m a mess,” I state. “We are a mess.” I shove his shoulder. “Shower. Now.”

“Ooh, bossy,” he chuckles and follows me into the house.

This man.

Fuck, he is a vision, better than my imagination. In my shower, a thick wet towel for his knees and my cock in his mouth. He is exploring, licking me like an ice cream, then sucking me down, bobbing, testing how far he can go without gagging, then back up to lick and swirl around my head. My hand is in his wet hair, brushing the strands from his face so I can see into those gorgeous blues.

He shoves my shaft up and nuzzles my sac, sucking each ball in gently and rolling it around before returning to my cock. Pre-cum is leaking freely, and he laps it up, humming in pleasure. Fuck, he is killing me. I’m leaning against the shower wall, my legs trembling as he plays and I can’t help but thrust into his mouth and he gags and pulls back then moves forward again, trying to swallow me. I tug on his hair, pulling him off me.

“You don’t have to put me down your throat, baby,” I croon. “Your mouth is heaven.”

He smiles, lips puffy and shiny with spit and pre-cum, then licks up my shaft and sucks me in.

“Use your hand on the base,” I tell him, and he quickly grabs me, and I grunt. “Fuck, yeah, that’s good, just like that,” I groan, my hips moving. “Suck harder.” He hollows his cheeks around me, and my eyes roll back in pleasure. “Mph. Pull on my balls.” He shifts on his knees and wraps calloused fingers around my sac, tugging firmly despite my wet skin. I thrust into his mouth, feeling his tongue and lips and hand working on me as I watch, so much fucking better than my imagination. He hums around my cock, happy noises that vibrate down to my balls.

“Stroke yourself, I want you to cum with me,” I tell him, and he whines around my cock, but he releases my balls and jacks his cock. He’s a little awkward, trying to suck and stroke himself, then he finds his rhythm and starts to whimper around me as I thrust into his mouth.

“Shit, that’s good, I’m close,” I warn him. He moves faster, and I pull his head back as I cum, splattering his face and tongue. Shakes his head loose of my grip, he sucks my cock back into his mouth, sucking hard as my second wave spurts out, fist still moving. He grunts as he splatters the shower floor.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I moan, my head falling back against the wall as he sucks until I collapse against the wall, then he licks me clean. Giving up, I slide to the shower floor, pulling him onto my lap as the warm water washes away our mess.

“Damn, you are good at that,” I murmur as my breath slows. “Someone taught you well.”

He glances up at me through wet lashes. “You, Ben. You taught me.”

I frown slightly. “Huh?”

“First time giving,” he admits. “You told me what you wanted.” He looks up at my mouth, so I press a kiss to his lips. “Guess I did ok?”

“I’m in trouble if you do any better, baby, I think some of my brain went down your throat,” I chuckle.

20

GEOFF

Ben’s bed is a soft cocoon, and I’m floating, that odd in between state of sleep when I might be dreaming, but it feels so good that it must be real.

It’s pre-dawn outside and I can hear coyotes yipping somewhere in the hills around us. Ben is wrapped around me, his chest against my back. I’m the little spoon. I’ve definitely misjudged how great this is, holy shit, wrapped up safe and warm, his weight giving me the most exquisite sensation of being held, wanted. No tension in my body, just the heavy weight of his arm around my waist, his hand on my wrist, his thighs against my hamstrings, top leg pushing up slightly so he is lying on me. His cock is hot and hard against my ass, not pushing, just there. I wiggle my ass back into his hips a bit closer, snuggling his cock between my butt cheeks with a happy sigh, and his arm tightens around me.

“Bad boy,” he murmurs against my neck, his beard tickling, and I can’t help but giggle.

“The worst,” I reply, wiggling my ass against his cock.

He bites the back of my neck, mock growling, and I shiver, goosebumps flashing over my entire body.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe.

He rolls back slightly, tugging me onto my back, and wraps his hand around my cock.

“Oh, fuck,” I repeat. Vocabulary has left the room.

“Does my bad boy need this morning?” he rumbles in a sleep-roughened voice.