Page 29 of Heat Transfer

Except there wasn’t any between me and Cor right now. My balcony was small, and Cor was broad, muscular, and ungh.

He gripped the wrought-iron rail of the balcony and stared out at the skyscrapers littering the horizon line in the distance. Kelly Drive glittered in the distance, along with the water, and I absorbed the sounds of the city—the honks, the shouts, the cacophony of human existence that exploded here. I rested against the rail, the coolness pressing through the fabric of my slacks.

The velvet dark coated Cor’s features, the dim streetlamps and building lights giving the slightest illumination. And I couldn’t look away. His firm nose, those bushy brows drawn together in concentration, the thick beard that had scratched my skin merehours ago. And all that wrapped up in a well-fitting suit. My motors revved even more. The next sword fighting class would be hell, what with the way he whipped his shirt off most of the time.

Now that those thoughts had emerged, I couldn’t shove them back.

Truth be told, they’d been percolating in the back of my mind for a long while, waiting to be unleashed.

“So, something tells me you didn’t invite me out here to look at the city.” Cor turned to me. He leaned against the side of the rail, looming over me, and all my brain could think of was bending him over—clearly, so we’d be closer in height.

I licked my lips. Did I just go for it? We’d made out earlier, and he’d gotten hard, but that didn’t mean he wanted more. Except I was always on the outskirts, my entire life. I didn’t get handed anything, so if I wanted something, I needed to put myself out there.

Cor’s gaze seared into me as he waited for a response, laser focused on my lips.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling a little restless after that kiss,” I challenged, heat flooding through me. This gamble could end poorly, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Like you need to burn a little adrenaline with a jog or…” Cor’s eyes twinkled, which soothed my nerves, all while turning those sparks of lust into an inferno.

“Oh, so you need me to spell it out?” I asked, sailing on a razor’s edge here.

“Explicitly.” Even though his tone was calm, his body near vibrated, and his pupils were blown with lust. Knowing I wasn’t the only one affected right now spurred me on.

“Whatever’s the fastest way we can both get off out here.”

Too many fantasies rampaged through my brain, but was I ready to dive headfirst into sinking my cock inside him when we’d just kissed?

Cor’s mouth dropped open as if my boldness had shocked him, and the urge to step back and deny it flared hot and fierce. Until he closed the space between us and rested a hand on my hip. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah, I am,” I murmured, a breath apart from him.

A moment later, his lips were on mine.

I let out a low moan at the contact, at the way the heat between us contrasted the chilly breezes out here. The bristles of his beard were soft against my skin but different from what I was used to. He tasted like scotch and sin, and I craved more. He tightened his grip around my hip, and I took that as my cue to explore. I stroked down the front of his suit jacket and undid each button I came across. When my fingers brushed against his belt, a full-body shiver traveled through him. I nipped his lower lip in reassurance.

He slipped his hands underneath my suit jacket, up and down my sides. His palms on my body had my skin on fire in the best way. We kissed and kissed and kissed, our mouths finding each other with a magnetic force, and bliss rolled through me with each collision. Yet an urge burned stronger with each passing moment. My cock was as hard as granite, and the temptation to rock against his thigh until I came captured me in a big way.

Curiosity gripped me, like the sprawling path to the shore, hoping there’d be waves at the end. I undid the buckle of his belt, the jangle stark in this cool night air. Next, I dragged down the zipper.

Cor pulled back, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

Impatience flushed through me, but I swallowed my snarky reply. I understood. Until a few hours ago, he’d thought I wasstraight. To me, however, I’d realized my attraction to him over the past week stronger than ever, which had prompted some serious self-reflection…that maybe my bisexuality had been simmering in the background all along.

“Yes, I’m turned the fuck on, and I want to touch you so damn badly.”

“Only if I can touch you back,” Cor said, the heat in his eyes like banked coals.

“Please,” I groaned. My cock throbbed, confined by layers of fabric, and desperation ramped through me. Whether it was buried in his hole or gripped by his hand, I just needed him. He unbuckled my belt, glided my zipper down, and dragged my boxer briefs and slacks to midthigh. Even the chilly breezes didn’t make my hard length flag, especially not when Cor wrapped his massive palm around it.

“Ungh,” I moaned out, not bothering to hold back. I was so keyed up the touch alone sent pleasure rushing through me in a strong torrent. Cor gave my cock a light squeeze, and a shiver rippled down my spine. Before I lost myself, I grabbed the waistband of his pants—oh fuuuck, jockstrap—and dragged it down with his slacks. Even though part of me wanted to reach around and explore the thick globes of his ass, I stayed on target.

Cor’s cock, nice and thick, jutted out with a flushed tip. I’d never touched another guy’s cock before, but I was all too ready to explore. A little bit of pre-cum glistened on his slit, and I brushed my thumb over it. Cor’s grip around my cock tightened, and the breath rushed out of him. Giddiness whirled through me like early snowflakes, and I wrapped my hand around his length. It was thick and velvety, the perfect width to tug. I toyed with his cock, drawing my hand up and down, trying to catch a little pre-cum with the glide. Cor’s mouth hung open as he panted.

He seemed to snap back into action and jerked at my cock a few times, enough to make me shudder.

“Fuck.” I bit hard on my lower lip. I wanted him so much that my head spun.

“Want me to make you feel good?” Cor asked, his voice like silk and gravel.

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