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I licked along the length of his shaft, cherishing his smell and then swirling my tongue around his head. It was my first taste of him and I couldn’t help moaning.

“I never thought I’d get this chance,” I said.

I suckled his tip right before engulfing him, pumping him in and out of my mouth, tasting all of him, root to crown. He moaned and shifted his knees, tightly grasping my head while I dragged and twined my tongue, searching and savoring him.

My fingers glided down to his balls and I palmed them gently while he mumbled unintelligibly. But I didn’t want him to come yet. So I licked his head one last time and pulled back.

“Turn over for me,” I said softly and he did so without question. He had the sweetest ass and I couldn’t help kneading his firm skin. “I need to touch you.”

I kissed him between his shoulder blades and then dropped to the floor. My fingers slid down to his firm globes and I squeezed.

“Damn, I want to kiss you,” I said, parting his cheeks. “Right on your sexiest part. Has anyone else’s lips been here?”

“N . . . no.” His legs began quivering. “Oh . . . fuck.”

I would be his first and damn that was huge in its own way. “I think you’ll like it.”

He fisted the pillow, barely hanging on by a thread as my finger slid down his crease.

“Your ass is incredible.” My hand rounded his hip to grasp for his cock. “Get on your knees.”

He lifted up, and then bent his back, thrusting himself toward me. Jesus fuck he was hot. “Open your legs.”

He parted his thighs and I kissed each cheek before spreading them wide. I brushed my thumb over his hole and he flinched. He was so close and I wanted more than anything to blow his fucking mind.

I made sure my tongue was wet when I took my first taste. His knees nearly gave out. “Fucking hell, Cory.”

“Do you like that?” I asked taking another swipe with my tongue.

“Yes,” he whimpered. “Do it again. Please.”

No way I planned on stopping now. I slipped my tongue over his tight crease, gentle and forgiving and then with quicker and firmer stabs. I couldn’t get enough of him, so I added the tip of my finger.

“Breathe, baby.” I could tell it felt uncomfortable because he squirmed. “I know we don’t have any lube.”

His muscles relaxed and I was able to slip my finger all the way inside.

After a few more prods, his hips began moving in time with my thrusts.

“I want to have you so bad,” I growled, giving his cheek a gentle bite. “But I’ll just have to tongue fuck you for now.”

He panted openly as more come leaked from his cock.

I removed my finger and before he could protest the loss, I spread his cheeks wider and buried my face in his ass. I licked and probed and then made my tongue firm as I slowly pressed inside. He was so tight and just thinking about having my cock buried inside him like this made my dick agonizingly hard.

Jude’s head was lolling side to side as I continued my gentle onslaught and he was babbling my name.

“Goddamn, what are you doing to me?” he said. “I need to come so fucking bad.”

I replaced my tongue with a finger. I pushed deep inside and then curved upward. His groan became so sexy and guttural that I palmed my own cock and continued rubbing my finger against his prostate.

“Fuck,” he shouted and then quivered violently, shooting ribbons of come all over his sheets.

He sank down on the bed completely boneless and I rubbed his back, while I continued pumping my cock.

“Nothing’s ever felt like that before,” he said, gasping. “Nothing.”

Then his gaze slid to my hand fisting my dick. “Did that turn you on?”

“Fuck, Jude. You see how hard I am?” I said, groaning. “That was the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

A lazy smile stretched across his lips as he turned over on his back. “Your turn. I want to watch you come.”

His sexy, groggy voice was all it took. I pumped a few more times and then groaned out my release, half of it landing on his stomach. He tugged me down on top of him and I buried my head in his neck.

We lay panting into each other’s mouths and grasping at each other’s faces.

After my heart rate calmed, I found a washcloth in his bathroom to clean us off.

“Stay with me for a little while,” he whispered and I lay back down.

As his head settled against my chest, the room grew quiet and his breaths slowed.

I could tell he was on the verge of sleep and I figured I’d remain a bit longer before having to leave. The idea of getting up and walking out that door was killing me. I wanted to stay wrapped up with him all night.

“It’s Sam by the way,” he mumbled into my shoulder and I stilled. “My real name is Sam.”

After he shut his eyes I watched him for what seemed like hours, stroking his back, and marveling at this beautiful man who trusted me enough to fall soundly asleep in my arms. And soon enough, my drowsiness had consumed me as well.

Chapter Twenty-five

I woke up a couple of hours later. Somehow we had switched positions and now his arms were wound tightly around me, my head was on his chest, and I felt warm and secure.

I didn’t want to move, but I knew we hadn’t meant to fall asleep. I was somewhat beginning to understand him, so I knew he’d wake in a panic and be concerned for my safety.

And given what he’d shared with me, I didn’t blame him. Still, I didn’t move because the idea of leaving him now after a mind-blowing night where we didn’t even have sex seemed impossible. A thick fog of melancholy set up camp directly on my chest and I knew I needed to face the inevitable.