Page 79 of The Manny

“I was thinking about you all night,” he said in a self-conscious voice. “Is that weird?”

“I don’t think it’s weird. I thought about you too.”

He started to reach out his hand, but stopped. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.” My voice wobbled.

Please touch me.

His hand slid across my chest and up to my throat. “Guys kept hitting on me, and all I could think about was coming home to you.” He sounded confused.

My heart banged my ribs. “I’m… I’m glad.” I had no idea what that meant long-term, but I liked the idea he’d turned guys down for me.

His hand moved higher and his thumb brushed my lower lip. “I love your mouth. Your taste.”

Maybe it wasn’t Keats, but his heartfelt words did things to my body. My dick was so hard I could barely breathe. “Get in my bed.”

He hesitated. “I’m not trying to force you. You can say fuck off.”

“Are you crazy?” I threw back the covers, kicking my boxers off quickly.

He moved swiftly, as if he’d been waiting for the go-ahead. He was still fully clothed, while I was wearing only a thin T-shirt now. His weight pressed me into the mattress, and I wound my arms around him.

He took my mouth roughly, his tongue plunging between my lips. He tasted of hops and need, and I was so turned on my whole body was trembling. I hadn’t wanted another man the way I did Jack in years. I didn’t care about anything but fucking. It was like I was a horny teenager the second he touched me.

He kissed me until I was weak with hunger, and his rough hands stroked every inch of me. He pushed my shirt up and bit my nipples until they beaded hard against his warm tongue. I stifled my cries, praying we didn’t wake Mia. He kissed a trail down my stomach, abs, crotch, and then he took my dick in his mouth. He started sucking me as if the god’s nectar was hidden in my cock.

My eyes rolled up in my head from pleasure, and I tugged at his hair, whimpering. “I’m gonna come. You… you’re gonna make me come.”

He growled around my dick and sucked harder. I arched my back, spreading my thighs and babbling God only knew what. My balls were heavy and warm, and I was teetering on the edge. He released my dick from his mouth, and I was afraid for a minute he was leaving. But he wasn’t. He spat on his fingers, and I hissed when he slowly pushed two of them into me. My insides burned and clutched his invading digits, and I almost shot my wad right then and there.

Somehow I held onto my control, groaning at the delicious sensation of his fingers moving inside of me. “Jack,” I said hoarsely. “I want… I want…”

He watched me, lust glittering in his eyes. “What is it you want?”

“You know,” I moaned.

“You want me to fuck you, Thomas?” he whispered.

My hole ached to be filled even more, and I tugged at him. “Yeah. Yeah. Fuck me.”

“I… I shouldn’t.”

“Please.”

“I don’t have a rubber.”

“There’s some in the nightstand.” Part of me didn’t want to make him wear a condom. I couldn’t deny I wanted to feel the warm flush of his seed inside of me. But instead, I forced myself to say the right thing.

He left me for a moment and then returned, tearing open the small foil packet. He pushed his jeans down and, once he’d slipped the rubber on, kissed me again; hot, hungry kisses that left me panting. “I could stop thinking about you. About doing this to you,” he rasped.

I strained into him, holding his heated gaze. “Yeah? Go ahead, fuck me, Jack. Use me.”

With a chest-deep rumble, his hands pinned my thighs open and he thrust inside of me. I cried out at the beautiful glide of his thick cock entering me forcefully. My nails dug into his back and he began to move his hips. I wound my legs around him and met his thrusts, panting at the delicious scrape of his dick inside of me.

Gritting his teeth, he growled, “Fuck you’re tight.”

“Feels so good.” The intimate slide of his cock inside my body was so intensely erotic, I wasn’t going to last. I squeezed my dick hard and fast, moaning and eagerly meeting his thrusts.

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