Page 30 of Heat Transfer

“Hell, yes.” I continued to tease and toy with his slit, just to watch his reaction. The urge to sink to my knees and taste reared in a big way.

Cor let go of my cock, and I choked back a whine. Before I could complain, he lifted his palm to his mouth and licked it long and slow. I stared, mesmerized by the sight of his tongue, his saliva glistening. Sinking into that heat would be fucking luscious.

“C’mere.” He gripped my hip with his other hand and drew me in close so our cocks were almost touching. He lined them up side by side and wrapped his huge hand around both of them. The feel of our cocks brushed up against each other was heady, and a trembling breath shivered out, only to get knocked the rest of the way when he moved. He glided his hand up and down, eased by spit and pre-cum, and the sensation rocked through me so hard I swayed.

I leaned in, reaching around to grab a handful of his ass. I loved the weight of it in my palm, the feel of it, and so did my cock. More precum oozed out. Fucking hell, it’d be a crime not to slip between those cheeks and fuck him. His ass was hairier than the ones I’d played with before, but that got me hot too, mostly because it belonged to Cor.

Everything about him turned me on, even while he was a safe haven.

“Kiss me, big guy.” I reached up with my free hand and gave his beard a tug. He shook his head, a grin on his lips as he dipped down to acquiesce. His lips slammed against mine, all while his hand shuttled up and down our cocks, bringing me closer and closer to heaven. Cor kissed with a hunger that stoked my own,ramping up the bliss rushing through my veins like morphine. The electricity between us was heady and undeniable, an energy I wanted to lose myself in. Cor stroked our cocks, enveloped in his tight grip, and our mouths crashed together over and over. We were a collision that felt destined, as if there would’ve been no other destination but here, on this balcony, in the middle of this city.

Anyone could see us in our current spot, and a thrill crept through me, one I rarely got to indulge in. The crisp winds tried to cool my skin, but the inferno within kept their efforts at bay, and sweat prickled on my temple. Our kisses became more fevered as Cor’s slick grip around us shuttled faster and faster. My lids fluttered as the sensations grew. Close, so very close.

“Oh god.” The tension coiling within me grew until it became unbearable. Cor worked us with a speed and precision that left me breathless. I kissed him again, loving the burn of his beard on my tender skin and loving even more that I’d have marks of tonight left there. My whole body immolated until I was just need. Cor kept on with his steady hand, each stroke making my knees quake. With the next pass, my balls drew up, and my forehead prickled with sweat.

“I’m going to come.” I gasped.

“Fuck yes,” Cor murmured, his deep voice vibrating through the air.

As if he’d given permission, I tipped my head back, and my orgasm barreled through me with ripcord force.

Holy shit. My vision blanked as I succumbed to the bliss rolling through me in glorious waves. My release splashed over his knuckles, drops falling onto the balcony floor, but Cor kept stroking us through the orgasm, using my cum as lubricant. I swayed in place and surrendered to sheer sensation. Maybe it was because I’d fantasized about Cor for the past few weeks with an intensity that bordered on obsession, but I hadn’t come thathard in…well, ever. The pleasure flooded my whole body, and I sailed along for the ride.

“Fuuuuck,” Cor groaned. His cum gushed out over his knuckles, mixing with mine. The cords of his neck were strained, and I wanted to bite them. The sight was hot as fuck. He slowed his strokes, going from furious to calm until he stopped, but he kept his hand wrapped around our deflating cocks covered in cum.

That curiosity that had been driving me from the start spurred me on. I reached down and swirled my finger in the cum cooling on his hand. His gaze tracked my movements, that intensity something I didn’t realize I’d been longing for. My head swirled, but I lifted my cum-covered finger, mixed with both of our spend, and slowly licked it. Salty but altogether not bad.

“You’re fucking killing me, Fee,” Cor said, the desperate tone of his voice only getting me hotter.

Amusement bubbled within me, and I plunged my finger into my mouth and slid it back out nice and slow, giving it a long suck.

Cor groaned, tilting his head back. “Are you sure this is the first time you’ve been with a guy? How are you so chill?”

I shrugged and stepped away, letting go of the death grip I hadn’t realized I still had on his ass. “My brother’s bi, and my parents are supportive. I just hadn’t found a guy I was attracted to before.”

Cor’s eyes flared. “So you’re attracted to me?”

I cast him a look. “No, I have a random condition where I get hard at inappropriate times and hook up with anyone to get my cock to deflate.” When Cor didn’t respond, I heaved a sigh. Bastard was going to make me work for it. “Look, I can’t pinpoint when it happened, but yeah, you’re hot.”

Cor licked his lips and ducked his head, an adorable gesture, but we were both standing out here with our cum-covered cocksdangling in the breeze. We’d gotten lucky so far, but I wasn’t about to press that luck further.

“Come on.” I gestured him inside. “Let’s go wash up. Then we can slide between my sheets and pass the fuck out.”

“That sounds perfect.” Cor followed me. My heart thudded a little harder at the idea of cuddling against him after we’d just come on each other, but it wasn’t terrifying—more an exhilarating comfort than anything. I didn’t know what the next steps for us would be, but I wanted to ride this wave out to the shore.

I opened the sliding door and winked at him. “Hope you’re ready to be the little spoon.”

Chapter eleven

Cormac

Aweek had passed since Felix and I had sex on his balcony.

We still talked every fucking day, and I was pretty sure he’d amped up his flirting with me, but I had no idea how to push forward. We’d been fake boyfriends that night, so had that just been an experiment to sate some curiosity? Finally getting to kiss him, getting my hands on him had been heaven and hell in the same breath. Heaven because he was hot as fuck and felt like a dream, but hell because I didn’t know if I’d ever get another taste.

And goddamn did I want one.

Except the next morning we’d made pancakes together, and he’d kissed me good-bye, but I hadn’t seen him all week, so what did that mean?

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