Page 99 of Seeking Two Lovers

“B?” I whispered, the distance between us less than two feet, the hunger in the air palpable, but I needed words. Assurance that what I desired wouldn’t send him spiraling.

“Yes.”

Pure consent rested in his answer, no question.

I cradled his face in my hands, the scratch of his scruff on my palms welcome and arousing as fuck. A shudder ripped through me, and I struggled to fill my lungs. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” I rasped the words and moved closer, my pulse pounding in my ears.

The chaste swipe of lips quickly turned into a blaze of passion, tongues twining regardless of morning breath. I swallowed down his moans and pressed his back against the counter, our groins tight, hands grasping at each other’s naked torsos and hair.

His thick length slid along mine as we ground against each other, the motion taking me to the point of coming in a matter of seconds.

“Can I touch you?” I asked between kisses, so damn desperate my dick jerked at the thought of finally feeling his hard flesh against my palm.

“Yes.”

There was no teasing of fingers at the waistband of his sweats—I shoved my hand inside, wrapping around his cock.

And damn near came from his guttural groan.

“Okay?” I forced through gritted teeth, grinding my dick all over his tensed thigh.

He let out a hiss, leaning back to watch me stroke him, lips parted as he panted. “Fuck. Yes.”

I yanked his sweats to his knees with my free hand before doing the same with my shorts. Closing the distance, I added my dick to the jerk off session.

“Oh…fuck, that feels good.”

I groaned in agreement to Blaine’s moaned words, smearing our pre-cum all over my palm and fingers. Slick and hard, we rutted into my hand, the sounds of wet schlicking soon rising along with our heightened breaths.

“Gonna come,” Blaine rasped, arching his hips toward me.

Our mouths crushed together, and Blaine grasped at my back as he’d done with Lily between us, his fingers digging into my muscles as though desperate to pull me inside him.

Fuck, yes, what I wouldn’t give—

Wet heat erupted on my hand, and I soaked his groan into my memory before allowing myself release. Elation crashed over me like a storm’s swell, dragging me under, leaving me breathless, adrenaline coursing.

I lusted to drop to my knees and clean him with my tongue, to swallow his essence down so he would always be a part of me.

He’d allowed himself to cross lines I’d never in a million years expected, hadn’t hoped for, so I made myself content in what Blaine had gifted me. Kissing and frotting, loving on Lily between us would have to be enough.

We panted for breath, our foreheads tilted together as the ocean of lust settled along the shore in quietness.

“Okay?” I finally checked in with him again, winding my non-sticky hand around the back of his neck to keep him close.

“Yeah.” He blew out an exhale that I dragged into my lungs. “Better than.”

A grin spread over my face, and I pulled back, needing his eyes.

Our slick chubs still rested in my hand, and I gave him one last squeeze as our gazes connected.

He smiled rather than turned away. Bashfully, pink staining his cheeks instead of bone-white paleness.

Unrequited love uncovered…and he hadn’t turned away from me. I swallowed hard, warmth rushing to every nerve ending in my body. A deep longing for Lily intensified the feelings coursing through me.

Blaine tore his gaze away first, glancing down to where I still held him. “Too bad Lily isn’t here to clean us up.”

“I was thinking the same thing.”

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