Page 99 of The Falcon and the Foe

“I’d like to do it. I want you to top me.”

I fucking melted. Had sexier words ever been said? The thought of being on top of Russ and thrusting inside him filled me with all the dirty fantasies.

“I can make that happen.” I rubbed him through his pants. “We should probably eat after. Did you know that Little Caesar’s reheats remarkably well in the oven? You can’t say that about other fancier pizzas.”

Although none could compare to Russ’s pizza. He was going to make me put on another ten pounds with his phenomenal homecooked meals. Each one was better than the last. Fortunately, Russ seemed to like me thick, so it was my duty to pig out on his cuisine. But for now, there was something else of Russ’s I needed to sample.

“Did you want to go to the soundproof booth for this one? It may help you relieve some tension.”

“Do you know we’ve never had sex in your bed?” Russ pointed out. That couldn’t be right, but when I did the mental inventory check, I came to the same conclusion.

“We can make that happen. But I’m warning you—”

Russ put his hand up. “I’m guessing you haven’t made your bed.”

“That’s right.”

“I’m also guessing you have no problem getting into an unmade bed at night.”

“Also right.”

“Oh, Cal. It’s a good thing I came into your life.”

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Minutes later,after Russ made my bed, we were naked atop the covers, tongues tangled and deep moans vibrating off the walls. I ran my hands along his rugged skin and through his tangle of chest hair, down to his hard cock, and further down. Russ spread his legs for me.

I brushed a finger along his hole, and Russ tightened up. I kissed down his neck to relieve the tension.

“I haven’t done anything yet.”

“Will it hurt?” Russ looked up at me with a touch of fear in his eyes. No matter how old and mature we were, no matter our credit score, we could still be young and innocent.

“A little. But think logically, Russ. Your specialty. If it was so painful, why would men choose to do this since the dawn of time?”

“Fair point.” Russ pulled me down for a kiss, lust darkening his eyes. The sounds of our lips and tongue smacking together filled the room. I was with this wonderful man in this wonderful town in this wonderful life. Soon, Russ’s asshole would be as full as my heart right now.

Russ widened his legs, allowing my fingers access to his tight opening. He moaned under my lips, this strong, stern man melting under my touch.

“Someone likes it.”

“So far, so good.”

I placed two fingers in Russ’s mouth and made him suck. Then I slid the spit-shined digits inside his opening.

“Fuck.” Russ threw his head back on the pillow. “That feels good.”

“You like being dirty on a freshly made bed?”

“That I had to make? Fuck yeah, I do.”

Russ’s tight hole clenched around my fingers, pulling me in. My cock dripped with pre-come, begging for its turn.

“Are you going to use anything a little more lubricated by chance?” Russ asked.

“I can already tell you’re going to be a bossy bottom.” But he had a point. Spit could only take us so far. We were modern men of the world. I took the bottle of lube from my nightstand.

“Open up for me, baby.” I stroked his hair with my free hand, gleaming into those heavy-lidded eyes.

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