Page 34 of Until We Kiss

He exhales warmly across my shaft, his hands just above my knees as he leans closer, his thumbs stroking the inside of my thighs.

“You have a body to die for. Every inch.” He twists to kiss above my knee. “Everything.”

Myknee.

He just kissed my knee. A different kind of heat wells up behind my eyes, one I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before.

He parts my legs wider. “And it’s not even just your body and face. It’s what’s inside. It’syou.”

I whimper as he pushes my legs up, my thighs tensing, my cock twitching for his mouth. But he moves lower, his lips warm on my sack. I breathe shakily, my head tilted awkwardly as he sucks gently.

“Oh,fuck.” My head rolls, my eyes keep closing. I can’t tell where he’s sucking—it’severywhere.

He groans and pushes my legs up more. I’m making noises I've never heard. I don’t even know what the fuck is happening down there, but I think he just brushed his tongue across my hole.

I’m shaking. I’m mewling. I want?—

“Holy fuck.” The words echo, loud and sudden, and I can’t place it. Can’t sort out where it came from.

Was that me?

Carter?

I blink past Carter’s head.

Dorian?

Jesus, Dorian’s standingrightthere, paralyzed. His eyes are enormous.

Carter’s head whips back, and he rams into the table. The cups spill, a carrot muffin bouncing on the stone pavers, but no one moves to fix it.

Carter wipes his hand across his mouth. My legs are still raised and spread, my ass and balls andeverythingexposed.

Jesus fucking Christ. I clamp my feet to the ground, then struggle to get out of the chaise lounge before grabbing my shorts and yanking them up. With shaking hands, I tuck my boner under the elastic waistband.

Dorian is still standing there, working his mouth like he’s chewing on a fistful of gum.

He saw us.

He fuckingsawus.

And there is no getting around what we were doing. There’s no pretending—I was spread-eagle with Carter’s tongue in my ass.

Dorian shakes his head. “The door was propped.”

Oh, shit.Me. I did that.

I can’t believe I forgot the fucking door.

Dorian clears his throat. “Well, um, Rory and I wanted to do this cliff bungee jump thing?” He looks everywhere except at us. “Do you guys want to go when you're… done?”

“Oh, heck yeah!” Carter grabs the cups, uprighting them. “Theo? Think you could with your knee?”

“Uh… sure?” What the fuck is happening right now?

“Cool, alright. Well…‍” Dorian takes a step backward, turns, then hoofs it through the sliding door in record time.

“Fuck,” I whisper as soon as he’s gone. I feel nauseous. “He saw. What did hethink?”

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