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“Coffee?” he snickered.
“Coffee.” I winked.
* * *
I could still feelGage’s lips on mine as I opened the front door to my house. Before I could turn on a light, he surprised me and pushed me against the wall, our mouths going at it again. Our shirts went next, both of us ripping them over our heads in a frenzy. Gage dropped to his knees and worked my belt buckle free before I helped him push my pants and boxers down. My rock-hard dick sprang free, bobbing in front of his face.
A hiss escaped my lips as he took his first taste, running his tongue across the slit of my crown before engulfing me with his mouth. I held onto his head, urging him to continue as electricity ran up and down my spine.
“I want to taste you this time,” Gage admitted against the head of my shaft and looked up at me, the minimal glow from the moon lighting his face from a nearby window.
“Fuck,” I groaned. Instantly, images of shooting down his throat raced through my head.
Gage took me once again, rubbing my balls in his giant hand as he sucked. I started to thrust my hips, keeping my hand on his head and urging him to suck harder. He did and moved his free hand to my dick, pumping me while massaging my balls and sucking the tip.
“Jesus,” I moaned. “That feels so fucking good.”
He hummed a response, the vibration sending a zing through my entire body. Every nerve ending was coming alive. Without warning, I came, shooting into the back of his throat.
With my pants around my ankles, I spun Gage so his back was against the door, worked on his jeans, and returned the favor.
12
GAGE
“When is Jase coming over?”I asked Dylan as he emptied the dishwasher.
“He said his mom would drop him off around 6:30.”
I felt a slight pang of disappointment hearing it would be Jamie dropping off Jase instead of the person I longed to see. Chase and I hadn’t seen each other since the night we’d fooled around. We weren’t ignoring each other. We’d texted a few times but, between the holidays and Chase having his kids during the previous week, we hadn’t found time to get together.
“Is he eating dinner with us?”
Dylan lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know.”
“Well, I’m ordering pizza, so there will be plenty if you want to let him know.”
“Sure.” He pulled out his phone and texted his friend.
I grabbed the broom to sweep the kitchen, and Tyler rounded the corner, typing furiously on his phone. “Hey, bud, did you finish cleaning the bathroom?”
With two boys, it was imperative that we stayed up on chores because the house could turn into a disaster quickly.
“Yeah,” he mumbled, and sat on one of the stools at the kitchen counter.
“I’m ordering pizza from Rosario’s. Any special requests?”
“I want hot wings,” Dylan stated.
My gaze went to Tyler, who was still focused on his phone. “Tyler, did you hear me?”
“Uh huh.”
“Hey, how about you put your phone down for a second and respond to my question? Who are you texting, anyway?”
“He’s texting his girlfriend, Quinn,” Dylan mocked.
“Shut up, Dylan.” Tyler put his phone down on the counter.
