Page 82 of Flipping the Script

I’ddone that to him.

“Come on, babe.” I slotted our mouths together in a messy, uncoordinated kiss, swallowing his cries as we moved together, chasing our releases.

He jerked in my arms, a whole-body shudder ripping through him. A moment later, his ass clamped down on my dick, and he came hard, his kisses desperate and wild.

That was too much for me, and I came too, emptying what felt like my entire soul into the condom in a rush of pleasure so intense my vision blacked out for a few seconds.

Jesse sagged in my arms, his legs giving out from the force of his release.

Barely able to string two thoughts together, I held him tighter. Rather than push him forward so he could use the desk for support, I angled my body back, forcing him to lean on me and let me hold him as he was racked with aftershocks.

We stayed like that, trapped in a tableau of sex and orgasms, as we both slowly floated back to earth.

“Okay.” Jesse nuzzled his cheek against mine. “You delivered. You’ve got talent, not just talons.”

A weird-sounding giggle bubbled out of my chest. “What?”

He snickered and leaned a bit more heavily against me. “My buddy Isaac asked me if you were all talon and no talent when he saw the scratches you gave me.”

“Isaac?”

“You don’t know him. We work together.” He let go of my hip and rubbed my arms, which were still locked around him.

“He saw the scratches?” Being careful I didn’t destabilize our precarious position, I shifted so I had a better grip on him.

“Him and Asa did.” He sounded a bit more alert, but still not totally with it. “That was a fun conversation.”

“I imagine. Did they see the hickey I gave you?”

“Sort of.”

“Sort of?” I rubbed his chest and kissed his cheek absently, not thinking too hard about how much I was enjoying the chance to touch him like this.

I’d always been a needy bastard after sex, but prolonged cuddles weren’t something I got often, not with the types of arrangements I’d had. This had nothing to do with Jesse and everything to do with being touch starved.

“I used Hannah’s makeup to try and cover it up. Apparently, I have a thing or two to learn about shade matching because it was pretty obvious what I was trying to do.”

My soft dick finally fell out of him, and we both made little noises of discomfort.

“I hate that part,” he complained. He sounded almost normal, but he wasn’t making any move to get away from me.

“Me too.”

“Did anyone see the one I gave you?” he asked, not quite pulling off a casual tone.

“Everyone did.” I gave him another little squeeze.

“You didn’t try to cover it up?” He sort of snuggled into my hug but went stiff as soon as I loosened my hold.

Taking that as my cue that the afterglow was officially gone, I let go of him.

“No point. Besides, it was fun messing with them while they tried to figure out who gave it to me.”

He turned to face me, a goofy little smile on his lips.

He looked…beautiful.

Jesse was incredibly good-looking. Anyone with eyes and any sort of attraction to men could see it. But right then, withhis messy hair, flushed cheeks, soft expression, and kiss-swollen lips, he was breathtakingly beautiful.

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