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He moans, and my dick twitches as if answering some primal call to action, and I lift him up, his legs straddling my waist, and his hands moving to wrap around my neck. His mouth movesfrom my lips to my jaw, kissing down my neck, and when he sucks that perfect spot in the crease between my neck and my shoulder, I gasp.

“Fuck… that feels so good.”

My head is swimming with all the things I want to do to him, with him, and I squeeze his ass, and he uses his legs to grip tighter and grind against me.

“Sit,” he says, and I step back a few times to find the edge of the bed, careful to hold him while I take a seat. He tugs my jersey over my head, unlinks his legs from behind me to straddle my thighs and shoves me back against the covers.

“You were amazing tonight,” he says, pulling the band out of his ponytail and letting the golden strands fall around his face.

“You were amazing. I just found a place to eat dinner.”

He chuffs a little giggle, shaking his head. “You make me feel amazing,” he says, leaning forward and kissing his way down my chest. “Now I want to make you feel amazing, too.”

His tongue swipes over my nipple, and I squirm.

“Fuck, Tim.”

He looks up at the sound of his name, his eyes wide and gleaming as he licks it again. I shudder, forcing my eyes to stay open so I can watch this. Watch him. I have to be dreaming. This has to be a dream, because in no universe is it possible that Tim Sage is sucking my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the bud, and clenching his thighs around me.

“How is this real?”

Chapter thirteen

TIM

His large hands glideover my back as I work my way down his chest, peppering kisses over the arcs and fall of every muscle. I continue down the center of his chest and stomach until I’m forced off the bed to stand between his thick thighs to continue my journey.

My stomach is a swirl of butterflies but in a good way, the way they swarm after I land an awesome trick catch or like after I hit that home run, and all I want right now is for Lion to feel the same.

He links his hands behind his head, lifting himself to see me better, eyes bright, lips slightly parted. I hold his stare as I run my tongue over his hip bone and a pulse throbs through me when he shudders.

“Good?” I ask.

He nods. “Amazing.”

“Time for these to come off,” I say, flicking the button of his jeans open. He lifts his hips as I tug his jeans down over his thighs, his thick cock springboards out of its confines, and I gulp.

“You really are a god,” I say, and he blushes.

“I think you should be naked, too,” he says, and I pull my shirt over my head without a second thought. I’m used to people watching me. I revel in it normally, feeding off the way they stare, their lust, the desire in their eyes. I’ve seen it in the men I’d take home from a bar or that I met on an app as they grip my head and fuck my face, or pin my legs and screw me until I explode. But the way Lion is looking at me right now is different. There is something so much deeper than desire radiating from his stare. It’s like I’m the sun he’s been waiting for in an endless night. Like I’m the breath he’s been holding.

“Is this a dream?” he asks, and I kneel between his legs, my heart thudding a steady beat, and I slide my hands up his thighs. The soft hairs brush past the palms of my hands, and I grip his base. A bead of precome on his tip taunts me. I want to taste him, but I want to revel in this as long as I can, too, because something inside me is screaming that this is the first of something special. Of something amazing, and it’s not to be rushed.

“Have you dreamed of me like this before?” I ask, giving him one slow stroke.

“Once.”

My cock throbs hearing his reply. Knowing he’s pictured something like this. Pictured us together.

“Tell me about it.”

His cheeks blush brighter, but his lips pick up into a cheeky smirk.

“Kiss me again, and I’ll tell you,” he says, and I pump my brows.

“How about you tell me, and then I’ll do whatever you like?” I offer, and I lean forward and run my tongue over that teasing bead of precome, the salty burst hits my tongue, and my mouthawakens. He groans, and I wrap my lips over his cockhead and circle his crown with my tongue before releasing him with a pop.

“Holy fuck,” he groans.

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