Page 62 of The Mayor and the Mystery Man

“Should I stop?”

“Not on your fucking life.” I pulled him against me for more kissing. He stroked me through my jeans. “Actually, say my name.”

“Dust?” he asked, a new gruff edge to his voice.

I licked my lips. “You say it differently now. Like you want me.”

“Because I do. I want you in ways you can’t even fathom. Baby,” he dragged his teeth along my jaw, sending heat racing through me.

Tonight. All bets were off tonight. Leo was my best friend. In twenty-four years of friendship, he’d never talked to me like this. He’d never looked at me like this. Hungry. Possessed by lust. But in his eyes was the same Leo who cared about me.

I trusted him completely.

“Let’s go home,” I said.

* * *

I thankedall religious deities for having Ari and Lucy stay with their mom this weekend. As soon as we got in the house, I was on my knees, undoing Leo’s belt.

“Baby, let me close the front door first.”

He clicked it shut. And I unclicked his belt.

“Where are you going?” I asked as Leo shuffled backward, right before I got to the good stuff. “Should I stop?”

“I needed to rest my back against a wall. I should’ve stretched before playing guitar.”

“Will you not be able to perform like a US Olympic gymnast tonight?”

“I’ll take some Advil before I fuck your brains out.” Leo pushed his pants to the floor. “As you were.”

There it was. As big and thick as I’d been dreaming about. No screens or scrim of boxer-brief separating us.

And that was when it hit me: I’d never done this before. I had a dick myself, but how well did I know my way around one? The last thing I needed was to ruin this moment with my ineptitude.

“That’s not good,” said Leo above me.

“What?”

“You seem deep in thought.” He pulled his pants up. “Thinking and blow jobs usually don’t go well together.”

Just as I was about to make an excuse, I remembered that this was still Leo. He was still my best friend. Our friendship didn’t have to pause.

“This is going to sound like such a line, but this is truly the first time I’ve ever done this with a guy.”

“What about those other guys from the threesomes?”

“I didn’t go down on them. I don’t want to screw this up. I know that’s a difficult thing to do, but don’t underestimate me.” I felt my neck go red. It was difficult being over forty and admitting I was still a total novice at certain things.

A trustful, caring grin beamed down at me. He brushed a thoughtful hand through my hair. “So we’ll do this together.”

This was Leo. We’d been through so much shit together over our lives. I was flooded with a wave of gratitude that I was going to get to experience another first with him.

I pushed down his pants and boxers. His thick cock jutted before me. Heat pressed through my body.

“Take it in your hand and lick up to the head,” he said with a gentle but firm command.

His dick tasted hot, a bit like soap and his own natural scent. He groaned above me. I licked a stripe on the underside of his cock before taking his head in my mouth. I was today years old when I took a dick in my mouth.

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