Page 200 of The Hopelessly Bromantic Duet

We make out for a while, each slow kiss melting into the next one, then the next.

But I have plans for him. I push up on my elbows. “Get on your back.”

His smile is a Vegas billboard. He shifts to his back, his cock a flagpole. I grab the lube and drizzle it on my fingers. Then I grip his cock with one hand and slide a finger down to his ass.

TJ takes a deep, steadying breath, then lets his legs fall open wide.

It’s a move so trusting my heart thumps. Damn him for making me fall harder.

Everything,every single thing, makes me want to throw this final week out the window and shoutyou are mine.

But I can’t. Not just yet. There’s too much at stake.

I swallow the declaration, I bury the wild storm of feelings, and I focus on this moment only. On the orgasm, I plan to wring from my man. I press the pad of a finger against his ass, push it in slightly.

Sucking in a breath, he grabs at the covers, clutching the sheets.

“Good?”

“Almost,” he whispers.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” I tell him gently.

TJ exhales slow and steady.

I ease out my finger, pour on more lube, then return to my mission.

As I crook my finger, I record his reactions. The set of his jaw, the pace of his breath, the way he squeezes his eyes shut.

Soon, his exhale turns into a plea. “More.”

“I’ll give it to you.” I want more of his pleasure. I need all of his ecstasy. After I lube up again, I work two fingers in while still stroking his shaft.

His whole body trembles.

“Don’t stop,” he mutters, and that command scorches me from head to toe.

“I won’t.”

As I open him, the tightness on his face drains away. His lips curve up.

I feel like a prince. “Can you take another?”

He nods, a little sex drunk now. “Yeah, gimme more,” he says as if he’s floating.

Once I fill him with three fingers, he finds his rhythm. The moans that fall from his lips are filthy. When he opens his eyes, they scan my body, settling on my cock. “Can you come again?”

“Maybe?” I don’t know. But I’m willing to try.

“Get on me,” he says.

I ease out my fingers, coat my palm one more time, then I cover him, getting a hand between us.

“Fuck, baby, yes,” he groans.

Our cocks slide together. I curl my hand loosely around them, give a few slow, tempting strokes.

Wrapping an arm around my back, he jerks my chest closer to his. Our skin is slick and hot. Our breath comes fast. Then, he unleashes a feral moan, a sign he’s on the edge. I tighten the grip and jack us with purpose. In no time, TJ shouts, “Yes, coming now.”

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