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Adri kissed me again, hot and fast. “Hurry,” he whispered. “Standard should do.”
This time, I did laugh. I ran out of the door and up the stairs to the second floor—didn’t want to run into Layla now—vending machine area. Billing condoms and lube to my staff card wasn’t ideal, but speed was of the essence, and beggars couldn’t be choosers. I got a few extra, just in case, and hung on to the railing as I skipped more than ran down the stairs.
Adri had left the door open for me, but he wasn’t in the room as I entered. My heart skipped more than a few beats as he exited the bathroom, his skin glistening from the shower.
His lean, hairless body was like purple perfection. His cock—in that I’m-getting-there state—made me want to drop to my knees and lick it. I let out a shuddering breath as I smiled at him. “Fuck. You’re gorgeous.”
I dropped my stash onto the bed and slipped past him. “I’ll be right back,” I mumbled as I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. Why had I told him there was fun in discovering? He knew I was trans, but…No.No buts. I undressed myself and stepped into the shower, singing “Banana Pancakes” in my head as I washed myself to stop overthinking everything. The song still reverberated in my head as I exited the bathroom wrapped in the soft, pre-heated towel.
Adri spread his legs as I approached him and ran his hands across the towel with a question in his eyes. I nodded my consent and let him unwrap the towel, unable to speak as he drank me in. It was hard to shake that how-will-they-see-me feeling of baring myself to someone new, and I was sure my hands were trembling as he pulled me close and peppered kisses across my skin.
Chapter Twenty-One
ADRI
fairytales aren't just for children
“Stunning,” I whispered against his skin and nuzzled the sparse hair on Sam’s chest. “You’re absolutely stunning.”
He trembled as he held himself still, arms tight against his body. Too still. I’d known he was trans, but perhaps we should have talked first. So I could have reassured him I’d be happy no matter what.
But then he leaned down and brushed his lips across mine. “Thank you.”
I kissed him in reply until we were both breathless.
“Can I?” he asked when we parted, glancing at my cock.
I nodded, leaning back on my elbows as he sank to his knees and spread my legs wider. When he reached for the condoms, I wrapped my fingers around his wrist to stop him. “We only emit at climax.”
He rested his hands on my thighs and grinned. Flashes shot through my system as he licked my cock from bottom to top and took me into his mouth. He drove me wild, teasing, nipping, and licking until I moaned for him to stop.
He sat back with a wicked grin and shiny, puffy lips, rubbing himself lazily. “I prefer ass, but I’m not opposed to you fucking my front hole.”
I sucked in a breath, releasing it in increments. Did he want me to come before I could fuck him? “Ass.”
“Scoot back a bit.”
He sat on my lap when I did, chest to chest, his knees resting on the bed, and reached around me.
“Sorry. Lube’s behind you.”
“Ah.” He straightened. “Got it.” He slathered both my and his hand liberally, then pushed the tube beneath my thigh with a wink. “So we don’t lose it.”
With his non-slathered hand, he guided mine to his ass. “I like it slow, but I don’t break easily.”
I swallowed. His playful, no-nonsense attitude seriously turned me on. I tilted his head toward me and kissed him as I breached him, reveling in the shaky breaths and full-body shudder. I did go slow—too slow, judging from his muttered curses—and I enjoyed the way we worked in tandem to get him ready. Learning to read his body and the sounds he made was hot, fun, and messy. But mostly hot.
“Enough,” Sam whispered in between pants. “Fuck me. Please.”
“Like this?”
He shook his head and rose, pushing a condom into my hand. “Too slippery. All fours do for you?”
I let out a long, slow breath and coded a failsafe for future tampering with grounding systems in my head.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He spread his towel across the duvet and lowered himself to hands and knees, wriggling his ass at me. I kneeled behind him and leaned over him to kiss that spot between his shoulder blades as I fumbled with the condom. “Ready.”
