Page 77 of Flipping the Script

I’d never been in his room before, and it looked like his parents had turned it into a storage area. Random pieces of furniture, stacks of boxes, and haphazard piles of stuff took up most of the floor space.

A sturdy-looking desk was against the wall immediately to our left. That would have to do.

“Over there.” I ticked my chin at the desk.

He glanced at it. I half expected him to stop things or tell me to fuck off, but he just stepped back and did as I said.

I took a moment to admire the picture he made. His long, powerful body, how he was bent over and waiting for me. Everything about it turned me on.

“Don’t get used to this.” He tossed me a look over his shoulder.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I moved behind him and gripped his hips. “Can’t promise I won’t dream about this, though,” I murmured, pressing my body against his. “This is another core memory.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Hard same. Now are you going to keep talking, or fuck me?”

I shuddered involuntarily. He had no idea what his words were doing to me. I reached around to grab his dick and stroked. “Definitely gonna fuck you.”

“Then get on with it.” He bumped his hips back impatiently.

“If you insist.” Grabbing the waistband of his pants and briefs, I yanked them down, exposing his incredible ass.

“Jesus,” I practically snarled, running my hand over one plump cheek.

He sighed softly and spread his legs a bit wider.

Dropping to my knees, I nuzzled his left ass cheek, biting the skin lightly.

“Fuck,” he grunted, looking over his shoulder at me. “You gonna eat me out?” His question wasn’t taunting or even teasing. It sounded hopeful and a little shy.

That was weird as fuck, like another of those glimpses into each other’s softer sides that we were never meant to see.

Rather than answer, I split him open and dragged my tongue over his hole.

The cry he let out was strangled and choked and so unrestrained my cock pulsed. I did it again, then dipped the tip of my tongue inside him.

“Oh god, Bas.” His thighs shook, and he gripped the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles cracked. “That’s it. Give it to me, just like that. Oh fuck. Harder. Yes. That! Just like that…”

The constant stream of mumbled commands falling from his lips was so hot I could barely concentrate. He’d never let go like this, not with me.

Something in my gut twisted. Jesse might not like me, but he was allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of me. Did that mean he trusted me? Would I be as open if our roles were reversed?

I honestly didn’t know.

I’d only bottomed a few times in all the years I’d fucked around with men. Not because I didn’t like it, but because it was hard for me to relax enough to enjoy it with a casual hookup or a one-night stand.

Would I have said yes if Jesse had asked first?

Another cry of need fell from his lips, knocking me out of my musings.

This was the only time I’d get to have him like this. I didn’t just want it to be good; I wanted it to be amazing. Wanted to brand myself on him so he’d think of tonight for years to come.

With his cries as my guide, I tailored every lick and stab of my tongue to deliver the most pleasure possible until he was lying on the desk, his legs spread as wide as they could go, and his ass popped up to give me better access.

I’d never been a big fan of rimming. I didn’t mind doing it, but I didn’t particularly enjoy it. It was just another facet of foreplay.

But with Jesse, it was so much more.

I loved the sounds he made and the way he pushed back against my mouth. How he wasn’t afraid to tell me exactly what he wanted, and how out of control he let himself be.

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