Page 63 of Gin & Sin

Steward nods, swallowing hard. “They took turns, back and forth, until they both came. It was exciting to watch.”

“Why did it excite you?”

“Come on, Kit.”

Releasing his chin, I nuzzle his neck instead. “Come on, Professor. Expand on your answer.”

“Not fair.”

“Never said I was.” I bite his earlobe. “Why did it excite you?”

“Besides the obvious visual of two men going at it, I guess because I don’t know yet if I’m a bottom or a top.”

“Or vers.”

His breath hitches. “Or vers. What do you consider yourself?”

“Mostly a top, but in the right situation…” I pause, dragging my tongue along his cheek. “I love being filled by a thick, hot cock.”

“Jesus,” he whispers.

“I’ll tell you a story.”

“Please.”

“It wasn’t my first time bottoming, but it was one of my earlier experiences. I met this twink who was a buck twenty soaking wet.”

Stewart chuckles.

“And twenty pounds of him was between his legs.”

“Ooh.”

“He had this energy about him that screamed dominant top, so I let him. He was so good about making sure I was ready and enjoying myself. He knew what he had with that beast of a cock and he was careful with it. He knew how to use it, and I came so hard I saw stars.”

Stewart nods, watching with me with wide eyes and parted lips.

“Because of him, I had my eyes opened. I wanted to be that kind of top. The kind of guy who made sure it was good for the other person too. I wanted to make sure they came so hard they would always remember me, just like I still remember him.”

“That’s so hot,” he whispers.

“Yeah, it is.” I drag my hand down his chest. “I want to make you come so hard, Stewart, that every man you meet after me pales in comparison.”

Stewart’s brow creases as emotions pass over his features too quickly for me to decipher. “That’s hardly fair.”

“Yeah, again, never said I was fair, babe.” I nibble on his hardened nipple before flicking my tongue over it. “I’m not interested in fairness or what happens when you’re ready to move on. I’m only focused on making you scream my name.”

“That works.”

“Have you had anything in that pretty little hole of yours? Fingers, dildos, anything?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve messed around a little. And then you. You had your fingers in me.”

“I sure did. You’re so soft inside.” The more I talk, the more my dick recovers, swelling and twitching against Stewart’s warm thigh. “But even better than how you feel, is how you look. I can’t get enough.”

He reaches up and plays with my beard. “Do you talk like this to all your fuck buddies?”

His question sobers me for a second, lifting the haze of lust around us and reminding me of all the hearts I’ve broken by leading them on with sweet words and constant orgasms.

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