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Without delay, palming it, I stare out at the busy city. “How...how long have you lived here?” I ask, trying to interject conversation to slow things down.

“I’ve lived here most of my life.” He leaves hot trails after his warm lips cool my skin. “My parents owned it for ages. It became mine when I took over the company.” As his hand edges the rim of my waistband, I find myself sucking in air in large gulps. With him exploring the edge of the tightly fitted chinos, my nerves are alight.

“Let me touch you. Let me turn around, Tyler. I want to see you, please,” I plead.

Flicking the button of the pants so they become loose, then pushing the zipper low, Tyler delves along the V of my hips.

“Jesus,” I say as he teases the hair, all but avoiding my cock. Hanging slightly to the left and low, I’m rock hard and painfully anticipating his touch.

“Please,” I plead again as he taunts me more. Never touching, yet brushing close, I ache to have his hands on me.

“I said slow. Can you do slow?” he asks teasingly.

“If you keep that up, I’ll be showing you fast as I stroke myself.”

Staying his hand, he pulls it free of my pants and grips my shoulder, motioning for me to turn. Eye to eye, looking into his deep depths, the seduction steams in his irises. He’s turned on and aching for it as much as I am.

With an honest expression, he says, “Show me what you need, Chris.”

“Kiss me. We’ll go from there.”

Grasping the sides of his head gently, rubbing my fingers along the soft stubble of his cheekbones, then rubbing a thumb along his soft upper lip, I relish the feel. As his eyes close and he hums with satisfaction, his lips part. Softly, slowly touching mine to his, I don’t my tongue on him, but enjoy the feel of his supple mouth. I’m becoming more turned on by the second. Trailing a hand through his hair, reaching down to untuck his shirt at the back, I pull it free. Feeling his soft back, I too hum my satisfaction. With a subtle move, Tyler dips his tongue to mine. Running it along the inside of my lip, then poking his tongue against mine, he hums my name before increasing the depth of our kiss. Back stepping slightly, pulling me along with him, he moves us through the room, bringing us to the couch. Hitting the edge of it, lying slightly across the arm, I don’t dare break the contact of our mouths. I don’t want to.

Using one arm to hold me above him, resting it on the arm of the couch, I lift his shirt. Feeling his chiseled chest, caressing the soft trail of hair that blends down to his tapered waist, I run my hand along the smooth skin. As it heats and pebbles below my touch, all of that makes me want to turn him on further.

“Slow,” I murmur as I skirt the edge of his pants, teasing him as he teased me. I won’t unbutton his pants, I won’t rush him. I won’t push him when things have been so hesitant.

Pushing my shoulders, lifting me off him, I kneel on the couch, perched above. His eyes are ablaze as he says, “Slow is for those who don’t know what they want.” Reaching down, pushing the edge of my pants low, he reaches inside to grasp my cock harshly. “And I want this.”

Growling out a long list of expletives, I think fuck is the only coherent one I can say.

Pushing the material low, exposing my painfully hard, aching cock, Tyler sneaks out from below me, causing me to fall back further. With one leg on the floor and one on the couch, Tyler pushes my knees out to gain access above me.

In seconds, without much warning, he covers my cock with his mouth. The heated moistness of his mouth, and the anticipation of the contact has me short of breath.

“Jesus!” I yelp out. Gripping the couch tightly, I swear my fingers will break. His mouth is causing an intensity I haven’t felt in a very long time. Sure, I’ve let other’s fuck me and I’ve fucked others, but it’s been a long time since someone gave me head.

Looking down on him, the contrast is exceptional. His blue eyes staring up at me, his milky skin covering mine as he bobs against my dark skinned cock. I watch with an intensity as it flexes against his mouth. I’ve been with many a man, but seeing him looking at me with such care is daunting. I’m truly afraid to disappoint or hurt him.

As he sucks deeply, my eyes roll back as my body takes over control of what it wants. “Tyler, I can’t think of the last time I let someone do that. Staying clean meant none of that. I’ve been cautious.”

Looking up at me, he releases me from his mouth. “I’m clean too.”

Licking my lips, I want to give him the same care. “Pants down, now,” I heave.

With a bright smile, Tyler lifts off the couch.

Tearing off his shirt, I wait to see what package lies beneath the covering. As he lets his trousers fall, I say with a smile, “No boxers.” Pushing the edge of mine until they too pool onto the soft carpet, I reach for his creamy, neatly trimmed and well-endowed cock. Crowned with precum, I’m eager to taste it.

“Condoms?” I ask before becoming too engaged.

“On the table.” Glancing, I see them resting in reach.

Pulling him by the nape, I kiss him deep. This time with searing passion. As our cocks touch, resting on each other, I’m beyond aroused. Reaching low, grasping his length and stroking it gently, but firmly, I break the kiss.

Smiling before I venture south, I kiss him sweetly on the nose. “Thank you,” I whisper, and I mean it. Bending down, coming to my knees in front of him, I take Tyler to mouth. The small bead I saw before is sweet as it hits my tongue.

Swirling his head with my tongue, pressing my mouth tightly around his length, I suck it deeply. Deeper than I ever have before. The smooth skin, the strong veins, the tantalizing hair that tickles my nose, all of it is fantastic. Running a hand around his waist, I pull his length tighter, closer to me as I massage his ass cheek. His muscles flex as he shouts out, “Fuck, Chris! That’s—”

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