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He lets out a deep moan.
The angle is all different from my own, but I’ve watched my fair share of pornography, and I’ve been on the other side.
I dip my head down, then take him into my mouth. My mouth stretches around his head, and my eyes flicker shut. I’m doing this. I’m sucking Evan’s most intimate body part.
My heart thunders, and I force more saliva around his head. I want to make this good for him.
“Vinnie...” His voice is rough. He’s enjoying this.
And that’s all I need.
I move a hand to his balls, moving them just how I like. Then I increase my suction and slide my mouth down his shaft. My nostrils flare, shocked I’m finally doing this, finally inhaling his masculinity.
I want to make this good for him.
He squirms beneath me. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
I lift my head and give him a final suck. “I don’t mind.”
He gives a weak chuckle. “I don’t mind either. I like everything you do, dude. You...you get me. Now kiss me.”
I smile. I’m not sure how he’ll feel in the morning. But I’ll take these moments and savor them forever.
Dread still beats in my chest, because happiness like this never lasts, never when it’s never happened before.
But for now, I can still kiss him, still hold him, still worship every inch of his body.
And I tell myself it’s enough because it’s more than I ever dreamed of.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Evan
I ruffle Vinnie’s dark hair, slick with sweat as we kiss. The short texture prickles my hands, entirely different from Valentina’s luscious curls.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so into this. 48-hour-ago me would be shocked. But everything about this moment feels right.
I’ve tried to teach Stella to be open-minded, and I want to live my life with the same values.
There’s a reason why I’ve missed having Vinnie in my life. He doesn’t hate me. He never did.
I tremble under the full force of his attention.
Maybe I’ve wondered from time to time what it would be like to be with a guy, but this isn’t about that. This isn’t about curiosity. This is about Vinnie. This is about us.
I wasn’t made for words. I was made for action. For knowing where to put my body. For anticipating where others will put theirs.
We kiss, and we’re awesome at this. We’re not on the ice, barreling around thanks to all our hours of strength training, but our movements are slow, perfect. Vinnie’s chest is warm and wide, a haven I didn’t know I needed, didn’t know I wanted, but that I now don’t want to leave.
I close my eyes, and all I feel is bliss.
Pleasure rockets through me. I slide my arms around Vinnie’s neck and hold on. I don’t want these minutes to end yet. I slink myself around him, inhaling his scent.
His cock is hard and thick. It jumps against mine. It’s not a sensation I thought I craved.
When I’m with a woman, I can go forever. I can thrust and thrust and thrust.
I pretend I don’t see the worry in the women’s faces, that I don’t feel them getting exhausted, even bored.
