Page 66 of Last Chance Love

“Fuck no,” he grunted. “I got over it after a few months. Plus, I’m old enough now that seeing your dick again is just fucking exciting, not insulting.”

“Good,” I grinned, kissing him again. “Because I want you to use it.”

His eyes widened slightly. “As happy as I am that you’ve let go of your ‘begrudging to bottom’ ways, we don’t have anything for that.”

For a moment, I was torn, disappointed we didn’t have anything to use as lube, and surprised he thought I meant I wanted to bottom. Not that I necessarily objected to it, though I could understand his surprise. Bottoming hadnevercome easy, and I’d tried with more than just Reed. Honestly, I wouldn’t object if that was what Reed wanted to do, and I remembered enjoying myself despite extensive discomfort in the beginning.

“Well, it’s a good thing I was going to say I wanted you to fuck my mouth,” I said with a snort. “I don’t exactly have the endurance or ability not to hurt myself from doing anything too active.”

Reed blinked and then grimaced. “Shit, you’re right. We shouldn’t have started this, well, I shouldn’t have started this.”

“Uh, you sure as hell aren’t finishing it right now either.”

“Oh really?”

I gave our cocks a few light tugs, enjoying his amused smirk faltering slightly. “Yeah, really. I could use the relief, couldn’t you?”

“I have been a little too preoccupied to take care of myself,” he admitted with a chuckle. “I hope you’re not expecting a show of stamina.”

“You never were good at hanging on when I was sucking you off,” I told him as I continued jerking us off carefully, nibbling his jaw. “Especially after I finally managed to work off the last of my gag reflex in the second year.”

“Fuck, I almost forgot,” he said, arching his neck to give me access to more skin to nip and lick. “Get on your back.”

Once, we’d tried to see if one of us was more likely to be in charge than the other, and the results had been mixed. It turned out we were both bad at being submissive and liked pushing each other. And like an old familiar piece of clothing, we were slipping into those roles again without thinking.

“As youwish,” I said with a slight note of sarcasm, but I did release us so I could roll onto my back.

“Good,” he said, pushing up and sliding down my body.

“What are you doing?”

“You go first. I always get lazy after I come, you know that.”

“Some things never change,” I said with a snort.

“And take that damn shirt off. I want to see every part of you while I’m sucking you off.”

There again, the ease of bossing one another around and not fumbling over our words bashfully. I would bet money he wasn’t this forward with a new sex partner and probably wasn’t as foul-mouthed, either. It had taken us a few months before we’d got used to talking to one another so freely during sex, and once that train had started rolling, there had been no stopping it. Now, that old comfort was slipping into place as smoothly and cleanly as if it had been there all along.

“Better,” he all but purred when I managed to get my shirt off. Honestly, I was happy he hadn’t commented about me pulling something when I’d taken my shirt off in a hurry.

Which was replaced by something so much hotter and alive when I watched his mouth come down over my cock without hesitation. A new wave of heat passed through me as he ducked his head, taking me into his mouth. My brow rose slightly even as the pleasure and anticipation built when he took nearly three-quarters into his mouth and throat before pulling back.

“Damn, okay,” I said with a chuckle. “I see time, and some of your boyfriends helped. Used to be you’d lose it before you reached halfway.”

“I could throat them,” he said, popping off my dick. “Seems I still can’t with you…and yes, I can see you being smug right now.”

I didn’t even bother trying to get the smirk off my face. “A little.”

“More like a lot,” he said. “It’s a good thing you make smug look good. So yes, be smug, you were the biggest dick I ever had.”

“Count me as smug,” I said with a laugh, which quickly turned into a moan when he took me into his throat again, not going slow this time.

I wasn’t sure if he intended to take away my smugness, but I had to hand it to him, he did it quite well. Now, all my attention was locked on what he was doing, watching him in the glow of the overhead light. It occurred to me that all someone had to do was glance through one of the windows, and they’d see my dick being worked over by Reed, and I didn’t care in the slightest.

All that mattered was the sight and feel of what Reed was doing. It wasn’t even that I’d missed him more than I’d ever let myself realize. I had missed feeling this comfortable, this at ease with someone. There was no need to wonder if the person on my dick was going to mess up and get me with their teeth or if they were going to spend far too long sucking on the head when it was the constant motion I liked most. Reed knew what there was to know about me, and I knew he was thoroughly enjoying himself, which meant I could sit there in the growing pleasure of his mouth taking me in as far as it could.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Reed, I?—”

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