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You don’t even have to touch my dick ever again. Just make out with me on the couch, and I’ll be a happy man.

I shivered just thinking about that—making out with him on the same couch or in the same beds where we’d gotten each other off so many times before.

Please, yes. Please, please, baby, yes.

After God only knew how long, we finally came up for air, and we were both breathing hard as we stared at each other. His pupils were blown. Mine probably were too. I’d had a few first kisses in my life, but never one as long, intense, or fucking amazing as that one. Jesus Christ.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I murmured.

Panting against my lips, he whispered, “Yeah, it is.”

He tensed a little, and I wondered if he was expecting me to grill him about why he hadn’t been willing to kiss me before or tell him“I told you so.”

Fuck that. I curved my hand behind his head, drew him back in, and kissed him again. We made out even harder now. Hungrily. Greedily. Like we weren’t just exploring something new, we were making up for lost time. Christ, whyhadn’twe done this before?

Whatever. It was hot, and I couldn’t possibly get any harder. Then Nolan pushed a hand between us, and I whimpered into his kiss as he resumed stroking me through my jeans. When I reciprocated, he broke the kiss with a few slurred curses, but then he had my mouth again.

Though the process was clumsy when we were both this distracted by making out, we managed to get each other’s jeans open and rucked down enough to free our cocks. Then he was on top of me, propping himself up on one arm. One of the beds was like two feet away, but fuck it, the couch would work. The second his fingers closed around my cock, I swore I was halfway there,and the way his hips bucked from my first stroke, I was surprised he didn’t go off right away.

The handjobs we’d shared before had been almost mechanical—enough to get us both off, but nothing to write home about.

This? Oh my God. The more we made out, the more frantically we pumped each other. We thrust into each other’s hands, kissing deep and hard as we chased our orgasms together.

Nolan broke the kiss with a gasp. He thrust harder into my fist, and at the same time, pumped me for all he was worth.

“That’s it,” I whispered. “You getting there?”

The sound he made was definitely an affirmative, and when I added a little twist to my strokes, he gave a helpless moan that made my toes curl. With a cry that everyone in the hotel probably heard, he came, turning my strokes slick and hot as he fucked into my fist.

Then he slumped over me, trembling and panting. “Fuck…”

“That is so much hotter when we’re making out,” I slurred.

“Uh-huh.” He lifted his head and brushed his lips across mine. “Seriously.”

We exchanged grins. Then we grabbed some tissues to wipe away the cum, and I’d barely tossed those in the bedside trash before Nolan’s talented, eager lips were around my dick.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, arching off the couch. He’d always been one of those guys who gave head like he thought it was the best thing ever, and tonight… Fucking hell, tonight he was absolutely going to town on me. Maybe I was just that turned on, or maybe he really was adding something to the things he did with his hand, lips, and tongue.

All I knew was I was on the edge already, and I didn’t even bother trying to hold back. As much as I wanted to just lie here and enjoy this, there was no stopping the orgasm he was expertlyworking to wring out of me, so I surrendered happily. Cursing and gasping, I levitated off the couch and came down his throat, the whole world turning white for a couple of blissful seconds.

And then I was treated to something even hotter. Nolan over me, moving in for a kiss, but he hesitated.

“Do you mind if I kiss you? Um, after—”

My answer was to haul him down and claim his mouth, my body still shaking all over as I kissed him hard. It had never turned me on or off to taste myself on a man’s tongue, but something about it with Nolan was just…fuuuck.

“Jesus Christ,” I murmured when we separated. “That is so damn good.”

He grinned. “Yeah, it is.”

I kissed him again, then gestured at the bed. “Maybe we should move over there. It’s more comfortable.”

“Good idea.”

As we settled on the bed, I asked, “Is that something you’re good with doing going forward? Making out and stuff? Or just a one-time thing?”

He seemed to think about it, then shrugged. “I don’t mind doing it. I like it. I, um, I like it a lot.” He met my gaze, brow pinched as if he again wondered if I’d grill him.

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