Page 83 of The Guy in the Alley

Once he was in position, I finally had his big cock in my face, and my mouth fucking watered.

“Hello, old friend,” I whispered. “I missed you.”

Ben chuckled silently and nipped at my thigh. “I fucking can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

“Deal with you! Shut up for a second, and don’t touch me yet.” With that said, he repositioned himself so I couldn’t even reach him, and then he sucked my cock into his mouth.

Fuuuck.

I bit down on my lip, and we locked eyes as he eased back and snaked his tongue around me.

I shuddered.

All traces of humor faded.

He got me from a semi to rock hard in seconds, and I pushed myself up on my elbows, needing to see properly. And also…I kinda wanted to convince him to give me that quickie after all.

Goddamn, that felt good. I blew out a breath, and he tongued the head of my cock before taking me in again. All the way, burying me in tight, wet heat.

“Only one thing would top this,” I said quietly. “If we replaced my cock with yours, and your mouth with my ass.”

He hummed around me.

“Without a rubber in the way,” I added. “Unless something’s changed since last time.”

It better fucking not have. I’d throw the mother of jealousy fits.

He shook his head and pulled back once more. “Nothing’s changed. Including my inability to say no to you.”

That boded well for me.

I pointed toward the floor on my side of the bed. “I keep a bottle of oil on the floor for lonely nights.”

“I’ve seen it,” he muttered.

I smirked.

He’d probably seen it when he vacuumed.

He grabbed the bottle, then sat back on his heels, offering me a mouthwatering view of all his masculinity. He was so goddamn sexy that I didn’t know what to do with myself.

He cleared his throat and drizzled oil into his hand. “Should we talk?”

“Fuck no,” I replied on reflex. Shit, bad move. “I mean, we definitely should—just not right now. I’ve missed you too much.”

There. More honesty.

Something softened in his expression. “Have you really?”

“Yeah. You kiddin’ me? I’ve grown allergic to the word friend.”

He chuckled under his breath and dropped his gaze to his cock as he slicked it up.

“Me too,” he admitted. Whether it was to the word friend or if he’d missed me too, I didn’t know. Maybe it was both. But we were done talking, and he showed me instead.

The moment he covered my body with his, he brought forth all the memories from last time, how he’d held me so tightly and communicated with affection.

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