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Ooh. Well, now that was an interesting idea.

“So can I,” I said with a grin.

He bit his lip, looking in that moment like he wanted to eat me alive. “We have all day. We can always fuck later.”

It was my turn to bite my lip as a shiver of anticipation went through me. “In that case…” I started stroking him again. “Just, uh, tell me when you’re gonna come?”

He nodded vigorously. “Of course. Always.”

We exchanged grins, and then…

Then I went down on him again, this time with a goal in mind. I pumped him harder. I focused my mouth on the head of his dick. I still wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing, so I kept doing what I knew I liked—what would take me over the edge—and that seemed to work. Alex whined softly and trembled, and this time, he let his hips move just enough to gently push into my mouth. Not so much that he’d challenge my gag reflex, but enough to signal he was getting into this—that he wanted more. He was even thicker and harder now, sliding back and forth on my tongue, and the salt of pre-cum made the room sway; holy fuck, I was really going to do this.

A flash of doubt hit me—wasI sure I wanted this?DidI really want him to come in my mouth?

“God, Connor,” he moaned. “I’m… I’m getting there.”

Yes.Yes, I absolutely wanted every drop of his cum.

I had the briefest worry that I might choke, but I quickly came to my senses and remembered that high-volume, high-velocity projectile cum was more of a porno thing than a reality thing. He wasn’t exactly going to blow out the back of my skull.

Sure I could handle whatever came—so to speak—I gave him everything I had. He got even thicker and harder, and exhilaration and anticipation crackled through me as his balls pulled up and his breathing got faster and sharper.

Finally, he rewarded me with the hottest, sexiest moan I’d ever heard, followed by, “Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Oh,fuck!”

His hips jerked, and then, with a wordless cry of abandon that my neighbors back in Norfolk probably heard, he came. The rush of hot, salty liquid across my tongue was a new sensation, that was for sure, but I liked it. I swallowed without thinking twice, and I kept teasing him until he mumbled for me to stop.

When I pushed myself up again, I was treated to something even hotter—the sight of Alex lying there, flushed and sweaty with a hand over his face as he trembled all over and tried to catch his breath.

He lowered his hand and met my gaze, and a drunken little grin spread across his lips. I came up to him, and he pulled me down, and I didn’t have to ask if he minded kissing me after he’d come in my mouth. We made out lazily for the longest time as he held me against his feverishly hot body.

After a while, he touched his forehead to mine. “I want to return the favor, but I also want to top you. And I don’t want you to be too sensitive.” He carded his fingers through my hair. “Don’t worry, though—before I leave today, you’re coming down my throat.”

I almost came on him right then and there, but somehow, I held back. Sliding a hand up his chest, I whispered, “I’m not in any hurry if you’re not.”

He grinned, and then he kissed me again.

And no, neither of us was in any hurry for anything.

CHAPTER12

ALEX

Iwas still tingling all over from that orgasm. Thank God Connor was willing to chill for a bit before we got going again; I had no doubt he was still turned on as all hell, but I needed a few minutes. Everything was way too sensitive to do more than hold him against me and kiss.

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to mind that. Connorlovedkissing, and he was so fucking good at it. Maybe he didn’t have experience with men, but this part? Oh, he knew his way around a long, languid kiss, and I couldn’t get enough.

After hell if I knew how long, we came up for air. Breathing hard against his talented lips, I whispered, “Are you sure you’ve never been with a man?”

Connor’s laugh was breathless and near silent. “I think I’d know if I had, righ?”

“True.” I kissed him lightly. “But for your first time sucking dick…” I couldn’t help shivering. “That was amazing.”

He grinned, running his hand up my back. “Well, that’s good to hear. I’ve wanted to try it for a long, long time, and I was always afraid I wouldn’t know what to do.”

I couldn’t help laughing myself. “I get that. We’re all nervous the first time we try anything. But your oral skills…” I whistled, shaking my head. “Take it from someone who’s experienced a bad blowjob—you’refine.”

He raised his eyebrows. “A bad blowjob? Is that even possible?” He paused. “Okay, I’ve had some that weren’t great—back when my ex and I were both completely inexperienced and clueless—butbad?”

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