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Instead of replying, he ground his hips against mine and licked my palm. Somehow, even that silly action was enough to renew my dick’s interest in our activities. To be fair, now that we'd given the green light to taking things further, my dick would have been interested even if he started picking his nose while doing a donkey impression in a clown suit.

I slowly pulled my hand away and swiftly swept in to return one of the sweet, simple kisses he was fond of giving. “So now that the housekeeping is out of the way, can we get back to making out?”

“Mmhmm. I stopped you because I was about two seconds from dropping to my knees. Had to get the consent out of the way first, though.” He moved his hands from my sides to my upper back before sweeping them downward to cup my ass. “And on that note…”

“Good God, we really are just a bunch of horny teenagers tonight, aren't we?” I hooked my arms around his neck to pull him closer, letting my lips brush along the whorls of his ear. “In hindsight, that seems very appropriate.”

“Yes, yes it does.” He kneaded my ass through my trousers even harder. “Would it be pushing too hard too fast to ask if you'd like to fool around a little and maybe… head back to my place after?”

“No. Yes.” I laughed and nuzzled his earlobe. “No, that’s not pushing too hard. Yes, I'd love that. All of that. I’m… I'm not eager to end this yet. Not when I've only just gotten you back.”

“We do have a lot of catching up to do.”

“And no better time to start than the present.” My lips shifted to his jaw as I trailed tiny kisses over the faint stubble before seizing his lips once more. It was all I could ever want or need, but the promise of more fed the flames of desire as I infused every ounce of my longing into a deeper kiss. I'd thought it was too good to be true, but the truth was ten times better than I could have ever imagined. I wanted to kick myself for missing out on something this intense and affirming all this time. He was right—we had alotof catching up to do.

Chapter Nine

Elijah

How was it thatten years could pass, but my tongue remembered the taste of him like it was yesterday? It was a marvel that I couldn't stop exploring as the one kiss I had so long replayed in my head became two and three and half a dozen, yet never enough. Eventually, my mind blanked as I chased his tongue with mine and tried to deepen our kiss even further. The mingling of our mouths became a wild, impassioned thing driven by want and need and desire and an intense hunger to relive the past while diving head first into the bright glittering promise of the future.

I shuffled my feet and threw my weight around until I muscled his bulk against the nearest tree, the soft scrape of the gravel beneath our feet accentuated by the huffs of our stifled panting. God, I wanted to devour him. Mind, body, and soul. His back hit the bark with a muffled grunt and I shifted my attention to his neck as his head fell back against the tree. I had once known him more intimately than almost anyone else, but I had never had achance to learn what made him tick or drove him wild. Tonight, I wouldn't stop until I had his entire body mapped by mine.

“Oh, oh God.” His whine was a breathy and hushed sound as I mouthed the soft skin just under his ear. Bingo—one erogenous zone discovered, countless more to find.

I slid my hands over his abs and higher under his shirt, reveling in the tense, quivering muscle beneath my palms. He had abs as a teen. Now, his abs had abs and my thoughts wandered to how often he must work out in order to create such chiseled contours. As soon as I brushed my thumbs over his nipples and drew a gasp from him with the touch, my wandering thoughts swiftly focused on repeating the action until I had him writhing and moaning and gripping my ass so tight, I was sure he’d leave marks. Check—another of my William's sweet spots had been revealed.

“Fuck, you're so sensitive,” I murmured to the skin of his neck as I ventured further to lick his Adam’s apple with a long, slow stroke of my tongue. “Please tell me you're this expressive in bed.”

“Yeah, no, maybe?” He gasped again, his back arching off the tree as I pinched his nipples gently between my fingertips. “Probably yes if you keep doing shit like that—oh!”

A pinch and a twist was the golden ticket. His dick twitched against my hip and he pulled me so tight against it, my own throbbed with the pressure. I needed him to make more of those sounds. I dropped to my knees with zero regard for the damp, loamy soil beneath us. I had bigger and better things to worry about. Much bigger things.

“God, I want your dick…” I pressed my cheek to the strained fabric of his trousers and nuzzled the length of his cock. “Confession: I used to check you out in the locker room and when we’d go to the swimming hole.”

“Confession: same.” His fingertips slid along the back of my head, his touch gentle in contrast to his erratic panting and full-body tremors. “Also a warning—I am not going to last long.”

I lifted my eyes to peer up at him as my lips twisted into a smirk. “I know. I'm going to take the edge off now so you can take your time when we get back to my house.”

He swore under his breath and looked toward the canopy with a gasp as I undid the closure on his pants and slid them down his hips. The briefs beneath them were pulled tight over his straining erection, and as I nuzzled his length beneath the fabric, the discovery of a wet spot and the heady aroma of his arousal had my own cock throbbing with desire.

“Good God, you're dripping for me.”

This time, the sound he made was a whimper that directly spoke to my balls and had them drawing up. I clamped a firm hand over my dick and gave it a rough squeeze. There was no way in hell I would let this man make me come in my pants like a virginal teenager. I did revel in the discovery of yet another turn on for him—dirty talk seemed to make him purr like a kitten.

I jerked his briefs down and buried my nose against the base of his cock as it sprang free. “Mngh, so good. My mouth is watering for this dick, babe.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, EJ. I'm so close already and I'd really rather not embarrass myself.” His fingers swirled aimlessly patterns through my hair. I could feel how hard he was shaking through that tender touch.

“Tell me what you want, Will.” I ran my nose up and down the length of his erection.

“Suck it. Please?” His hips rolled, but the movement was stifled. He was trying so hard to be a gentleman. It made me want to toy with him until he lost his mind and all his reservations with it.

“You ask so nicely,” I let my breath dance over the silky skin of his cock before lapping a pearl of glistening precum from the tip. The taste exploded on my tongue and I couldn't hold back any longer. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his dick and parted my lips to slide it, hot and heavy, over my tongue.

There it was—the moment he stopped trying to be so damn polite. His hands fisted in my hair as he drew a sharp breath through his lips. This was what I wanted. Will, desperate and on edge and wild with need, was breathtaking. I needed more of this version of him all the time. I increased the suction on the head of his cock, rocking my tongue back and forth along the underside until he was groaning with every exhalation.

Twisting my hand around the base, I pumped one, two, three times before taking him to the back of my throat. He muffled a shout and rocked his hips in response. If I hadn't been mentally prepared, I would have gagged on him. Part of me was trying to be impressive, when in reality my oral skills were mostly average at best. At least I aimed to get an A for effort.

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