Page 27 of Nothing Left to Lose

“Fuck,” I bit out.

“Touch me,” he whispered.

I did it without thinking, without getting lost in my head, that this was a man. Miller, no less. I simply pulled at his Speedo until I freed his erection, and... holy shit.

Could another guy’s dick be pretty? Should it turn me on to see it? To hold it?

I wrapped my fingers around him and he arched his back, mouth open, and suddenly what he was doing to me wasn’t anywhere near as important as what I was doing to him.

I technically had no experience in pleasuring another man, but I knew what I liked, so I went with that.

Long strokes, slow, with a twist over the slick head, over and over, and he was pulling me, squeezing the head of my cock, pumping the shaft, and then his fingers trailed down to my balls...

And I couldn’t hold my orgasm back. I came, my cock spilling onto his stomach at the same time he arched with a cry, pulsed in my hand, his come mixing with mine.

Aftershocks ripped through me, intense and all-consuming, before I collapsed on top of him.

I didn’t care that I’d just smeared our come between us.

In fact, I hoped I did.

I liked it.

Miller let his legs fall flat with a groan. He was panting, so sexy. “Damn.”

“Is it always that hot?” I asked, my brain still too mushy to stop stupid words from spilling out. “Think I came in record time.”

He laughed, rolling us onto our sides, but he was quick to keep hold of me, finishing with a sigh. “We’ll need to shower.”

“Dunno. I was just thinking how much I like the mix of our come on our skin.”

He froze and pulled back. “Brody?”

“Welcome to the shocked and confused club,” I said. “Membership’s free.”

His expression softened; his hand found the side of my face. “Confused and shocked, huh?”

“But not sorry.” I blinked, slower than I’d have liked. “God. Orgasm and alcohol mean sleep. Talk later, ’kay?” I closed my eyes and pulled him in close, the smear between us squishing a little. I still didn’t care. “As long as you’re not going anywhere.”

Did I say that out loud?

Pretty sure I did.

He snorted. “Well, I can’t. considering we’re now glued together.”

“We’re conjoined twins . . . come-joined twins.”

He tried not to laugh. “Your pillow talk is terrible.”

“Mm, funny,” I said, too far gone to even open my eyes, let alone think. “Sleep.”

I woke up to a dry,crusty feeling on my stomach, and as if that wasn’t gross enough when I opened my eyes, those pink and orange drinks came back to haunt me. “Ow.”

“You shouldn’t let jizz dry on your skin,” Miller murmured. “It gets itchy and can cause skin irritations. First rule of sex with a man... Actually, it’s probably not thefirstrule.”

I rubbed my forehead. “No, my head hurts. What was in those cocktails?”

“Rocket fuel. Also known as the cheapest vodka on the market.”

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