Page 76 of Gin & Sin

“Oh fuck, Kit.”

“I want it so bad. You feel fucking amazing. Your cock is perfect inside me. Made for me.”

I hiss as Stewart sinks his teeth into the meaty part of my shoulder before his cock thickens and spasms inside me, stretching me to capacity and filling me with his cum. I underestimated how hot this would be, making myself vulnerable for someone again, and I’m so fucking glad it’s Stewart.

We fall forward, and as I join him in an epic orgasm that leaves me unable to even moan, he wraps his arms around me, sweetly kissing the back of my neck until I come back down to earth with him.

“Jesus,” I gasp. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, fanning the back of my neck with his warm breath. “Thank you for giving me that experience.”

“Dude, my pleasure.”

Stewart chuckles, wrapping one of his legs around my waist. “Does this count as cock warming too? Because I don’t want to move.”

“It does, actually. You can stay as long as you want.”

“Mmm.” He kisses my neck again. “Gay sex is awesome.”

I chuckle, pulling his arm to my chest. “It definitely is.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

STEWART

It’s beentwo days of constant fucking, luxurious baths and steamy showers, watching movies, and drinking cocoa with Kit’s friends, and now as the heavy sound of snowplows making their way down the street interrupts the morning silence, I know it’s all coming to an end.

This glorious, perfect fantasy where Kit is mine and I’m his, where I don’t have to think about what happens next or how I’ll have to start all over again with a new person when this thing between us comes to an end doesn’t exist. It’s been perfect and everything I wanted when I realized my true nature.

Kit will have to go back to work, and I’ll have to grade assignments and finish my semester planning. I’ll sleep alone in my big bed, in my empty house. My melancholy thoughts pull me down until I push them away and rub my nose against Kit’s hairy chest. He stirs, dragging his fingers up my back and bumping his hard cock into mine.

“Morning,” he whispers, his voice thick with the remnants of sleep.

“Hi.”

As he wraps his arms around me and pulls me in closer, he buries his face in the crook of my neck. “It’s so good waking up with you.”

Dammit, Kit. Stop saying shit like that.I can’t be stupid about this. I don’t want to ruin how perfect everything is between us or bring it to an end too soon because I got clingy.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying. I felt you tense up.” He pushes back enough to see my face.

My breath catches from the sight of him. Rumpled hair, messy beard, and visible bruises on his neck from the many times I sucked marks onto him while he fucked me. Just the memory of it makes my cock twitch and my stomach flutter. He reaches forward, brushing my hair back from my face.

“Tell me the truth.”

“That was the truth. Maybe I’m a little disappointed that the snowplows are out. Real life beckons.”

He frowns, scrunching his nose. “I guess it does.” He scratches the growing beard on my cheeks. “But not today. We can still have today, can’t we?”

“Don’t you guys need to check out the bar?”

He shrugs. “Nah. No one will be out yet today.” Kit lifts my hand to his lips and presses a sweet kiss to the back of it. “I have an idea.”

“I’m listening.”

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