Page 30 of Romance Languages

Time to grab.

I gave a terse nod, the same nod I imagined astronauts gave when they were ready to be blasted into space.

Seamus removed his Yankees blanket. His dick stretched against his boxers like a wild animal trying to escape. The sight of it lit a fire in me.

I pulled down his underwear before he had a chance to reach for the band.

And there it was. Another guy’s cock. Live and in person.

It looked like mine, only thicker.

Yep. I was gay. Definitely gay. Seamus’s cock re-confirmed that for me.

“Are you just going to stare?”

I curled my hand around his erection. It pulsed, hot and thick. I began with slow strokes, getting a lay of the land. I moved up to the head, then down to the base, his pubic hair prickling at my fist.

Seamus leaned his head back, arms crossed behind his neck.

“How is this?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. I wanted to hear him say it. I was a slut for positive feedback. (The empowered version of slut!)

“Good. Really good, Jules.”

My name on his tongue. Was there anything hotter?

He bucked his hips to meet my hand. I loved how his cock looked in my grip.

“Just like that.” He let out another low moan through his blissed-out lips. “That’s good.”

I reached down and cradled his balls. He spread his legs to provide better access. He heaved in heavier breaths, his relaxed demeanor fading away as he got more into it. He squirmed under my touch.My touch.

Seamus licked his lips, making them red and glowing. I wanted to lean over and kiss him, taste him.

Lust, not romance, I reminded myself.

I used two hands, one on the shaft and one on the balls. Stroking and rubbing and causing more shaking of the man underneath. I gazed at his pale thighs and the dusting of dark hair that stopped just above his knees, another part of him I’d dreamed about.

“Fuck,” he emitted in a deep groan that hit me square in the crotch. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You like this?” I asked in my huskiest voice. “You like getting jerked off?”

(Dirty talk: a bonus item checked off the list.)

“Fuck yeah. So fucking awesome.” Seamus opened his eyes and directed his heavy-lidded, carnivorous stare at me.

Without saying a word, and without taking his eyes off me, he brought my hand to his mouth and spat in my palm. That singular move might’ve been hotter than anything else I’d experienced this morning.

I wrapped it back around his cock, slick with his lubrication. My fist slid up and down his shaft with greater speed. His eyes closed in ecstasy only to reopen and stare at me like for a second, he actually wanted me.

“Jules,” he croaked out. He writhed under me, this manly, laid-back jock turning to putty thanks to my hand.

I dribbled more spit onto his cock. His face lit up in absolute shock and hunger. Pre-come pooled at his head.

I got high off Seamus responding to my moves. His every grunt and thrust electrified me. The push/pull of being intimate with someone else, the anticipation and unpredictability, was worth the wait.

“Yes. Oh, shit. Jules...” He was holding onto the last shreds of control. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths.

I leaned into his ear. “Come for me.”

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