Page 69 of Tell Me Again

He doesn’t say anything, but he pulls me even closer and lifts his chin, and we’re kissing. Again. God, it’s incredible. Heat spreads through my chest as I explore every inch of his mouth with my tongue.

“Mmm, god, this...” I can’t finish my thought because he starts massaging up my thighs with sure, strong hands. My whole body’s buzzing, and I groan again and tear my lips away from his as his hands slip under my shirt and then around to my back.

“Mm-hmm.” He’s agreeing with everything I didn’t say, and then his lips are on my neck.

For a moment, I think I forget to breathe. It’s so damn good. Especially when he does whatever he’s doing with his tongue and when his hands rub up my back. God, they’re warm. And I’m burning everywhere.

“I want you again,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck. “I want...”

He trails off as he lifts my shirt, and I help him by pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor. His hands shift to my hips, holding me against him, and his mouth is immediately back on my neck, then kissing a path downward. I’m not entirely sure what happens next, except that I end up underneath him on the couch, one of his knees wedged between me and the back couch cushions. His lips cover mine, and his hands are everywhere, trailing fire along my stomach and chest as they explore.

I moan as he presses his hips down into mine.

“Pants off,” I say, although I think it comes out more like a plea than a demand.

“Mmm, yeah, yeah.”

My hands are at his waistband, my fingers fumbling to undo the button to his jeans, but he’s suddenly decided to slow everything down again. And god, I might not survive it. His tongue flicks across my nipple, and he takes it in his mouth and sucks. Slowly.

“God, Coop.” I’m so distracted that I forget what I was doing, but it’s the best kind of distracted. I’m throbbing with want. And I need my pants off.

He does it again, rasping his tongue over me, and then moves to the other nipple and does the same thing. All while his hand starts stroking me through my pants.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he groans. “I want...” He doesn’t finish again, but this time, he moves with a bit more urgency, his fingers easily unbuttoning my jeans. He’s still careful as he shifts and slips them off, and he quickly stands and finishes what I started, taking off his pants too.

I expect him to settle back on the couch with me, but he just stands there for a moment, his eyes dark with desire as they wander my body. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.

Yes. Yes, please. My dick throbs again, wanting something I’ve never had.

I scoot back a bit so I’m sitting up partway, leaning against the couch’s armrest, and I start to slip my boxer briefs off, but he shakes his head.

“Let me. Please.” His voice is low and husky, and there’s another rush of heat to my groin as he starts to move back onto the couch.

I nod, because there’s nothing else I think I’m capable of, and he grins. And then his hands are back on my thighs, caressing upward. I screw my eyes shut and let out a shuddering breath. His fingers reach my hips, and I lift myself up off the couch just enough as he tugs my briefs down. Then he’s trailing up my inner thigh with hot, wet kisses, and his hand closes around the base of my shaft.

“Ahh, god, that’s... that’s good. That’s—” Hot. I’m hot all over. And there’s this intensity to everything as he pumps his hand slowly up and down, his kisses getting closer and closer.

My hands find his shoulders, and I squeeze gently and open my eyes halfway to look at him. He’s poised above my dick now, watching his hand stroke me, and his tongue is out again, licking his lips in anticipation. He looks up at me questioningly as his thumb brushes over my slit, spreading the drop of precum.

God, I want it. I want his mouth on me. And he’s so close and ready, his eyes asking me. I can feel his hot breath against me, and I’m a little worried I might come just as soon as his mouth touches me.

“Can I . . . ?”

Vaguely, I wonder why he’s even asking at this point, but I don’t need to question it. I think I nod, and I manage something that might be a rough “Please.”

There’s a glint in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitches up in a small half-smile. His gaze doesn’t leave mine as he lowers his head and presses a light kiss to my tip. God, it’s just... so sexy. And there’s another of those rushes—a jolt of heat and want and pleasure.

I groan and close my eyes.

It’s all so much—this intense arousal coursing through me as I feel his tongue, warm and wet, swirling slowly around me. I somehow force my eyes back open again, because I want to see him, and he takes me in his mouth and sucks and—

“Oh god, oh god, oh—” Yeah, eyes closing again. Everything is so much. I throb in his mouth, and he slides back up my length and then down again. “Ahhhhhh, god—god, that’s—”

I moan some sort of nonsense, and I can’t finish a sentence or think or feel anything but where he’s touching me—his mouth so hot and tight as he sucks on me again, one of his hands resting on my thigh, pressing into me. God, I might just come right in his mouth right now.

He pulls his mouth off of me, and I open my eyes to watch as he takes my dick in his hand again and then licks all the way up from the base to the tip before plunging me back into his mouth, so deep this time that I feel the back of his throat. He does it again and again, more confidently each time, his hand following the motion. There’s more pressure building in my groin and just this tightness, and then—

“Ahh, Coop, I’m—I’m—ahh, godddddd—”

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