Page 35 of Nerdy Dirty Valentine

“God, no, not until… I get… that tongue fucking.”

“So needy,” James said in his new, confident voice. I couldn’t answer. My cock leaked at my stomach, where it was pinned. I was still holding my asscheeks for him, and my hands quivered. I took a few slow breaths.

“You’re so strong,” James murmured. He withdrew his fingers and bent to kiss my shoulders, back, ass. His teeth grazed me, and I had to squeeze my straining dick to stop my orgasm. Before I could fully recover, James was licking my rim.

His fucking beard tickling me there.

“Christ!” I swore. I felt like the virgin, every kiss awakening me. Every abrasive touch of his beard and eager lap of his tongue.

James pushed his tongue into me at last, and I called his name.

“Stop, it’s too much. I need to come.”

He didn’t answer. James made needy little noises as he ate my ass.

I was lost as James licked my taint, ignoring my hoarse cries, my curses and pleas for “more.”

He drove his tongue in deeper, thrusting it without mercy like I’d wanted.

“Use my hole. Take it. Oh, God, you make me feel so good. The things you do to me.” The words poured out of me, and he moaned. “Yes! Wreck me.”

He worked my body like he did own it, until I was panting and precum leaked all over my fingers as I jerked my dick. My balls tightened, and I pushed my ass back at his hungry mouth and let him take me. Heat shot through me as I savored every noise James made as if I were the best thing he’d ever tasted. I cried out, exploding, shooting my load, whimpering his name.

James’ breath was ragged as he stopped rimming me. I turned my head, mustering enough strength to shift my weight into my forearms, to see him pumping his cock.

Emotions tore through me at the sight of James coming above me, erupting with reams of cum that coated my back and ass with liquid heat.

“Mine,” James declared.

James made a sound as if he were crying and laughing all at once. Maybe he was. He rocked his hips faster, still jerking himself, his release endless until finally, he squeezed his eyes shut and froze, his mouth a perfect O, before he jizzed a final time.

Needing him close, I pulled him down. We rolled together on our sides. I nestled against his chest. I caressed his side, my fingers trailing over James’ waist and thigh, our skin slick with sweat and cum.

“Phin,” he murmured, my name a heartfelt sigh.

I longed to tell him how amazing he was, how he warmed my heart with his friendship and burned me up with his touch. But I was beyond speaking. I stroked his beard, throat, feeling his rapid pulse. And he wasn’t hiding from me, trying to shield his body. He was letting me explore him. His pink nipples, his creamy skin above his stomach, the thatch of blond hair at his groin.

His dick was spent and curled in the nest of hair. But I touched it, too, reverently, hoping soon James would want to fuck me.

I stared into his beautiful, content face and leaned in, inhaling the musty scent of our cum mixed with the scent of James himself, citrus and sweetness.

We exchanged a messy, long kiss.

“This was… everything,” James whispered.

I nodded, still touching him. But he was right.

It was all tangled together, hearts and bodies, words and feelings.

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

James couldn’t spend the night due to Ginsberg. When I woke up in the morning, I touched the imprint of James’ head on the pillow and placed my face on it, inhaling.

Fucking dog.

I was going to have Ginsberg here every night from now on. I’d have to ask James about his kibble and buy an extra leash.

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