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Sunny goes on a rant about taking the boys to the library to find some age-appropriate books they can read with queer characters.
My heart is so full it bursts open right there at his feet.
“I wanted you instantly,” I confess out of nowhere, though it’s not really out of nowhere. “If I’d met you at literally any other time under any other circumstances, I’d have flirted my ass off, and pulled out all the stops for the gorgeous man with black eyes I wanted to dive into.”
Sunny blushes, so of course I just kiss his warming face. One side then the other.
“You’re very charming,” he whispers, right before our lips finally connect again. I hug him to me, tight as I dare without hurting him, then fall back on the cushions and lay us flat.
My dick takes notice and starts to go hard fast. The thing about sweatpants is, everything is obvious, so I can also feel his own erection.
He pulls back, panting, his dark eyes full of gorgeous want.
“Will you fuck me?” he asks, and I almost come right on the spot.
“Yes, but upstairs. In your bed or mine, I don’t really care, but yours is closer.”
He smirks. “We can take the elevator. I kind of want to see your room.”
I waste no time, and still with my arms locked around his torso, I carry him to the back of the house, his legs are swinging wildly, his laughter ringing out through the house in the most perfect melody I’ve ever heard.
I take my time undressing him, laying him down to kiss every inch of skin he’ll let me, until he grows impatient—I don’t think he cares about the decor anymore.
“Condoms and lube,” he grunts, pushing gently against my shoulder.
I hurry to my nightstand and grab everything we’ll need.
“Open your legs for me,” I ask, though it comes out more like a plea.
“Get naked,” he demands back, and I don’t waste a second trying to make it sexy or some shit. He wants to see me, so I need to give that to him.
“Fuck, Tucker, you’re a work of art.”
“Nonesense,” I mutter as I feel my cheeks heat. I fall between his legs and hide my face in his crotch, mouthing at the side of his cock then kissing down to his balls, then lower still.
I push his legs back a bit, grabbing the back of his thighs and getting my first good look at his hole. I circle it with my thumb before following that path with my tongue once, twice, three times, before I start to loosen him up, licking into him slowly, letting him relax around me naturally.
The sound of his breaths speeding up is more music to my ears, the way he starts to pull on my hair the best sensation in the world, and when he starts to move his hips in sync with my tongue sneaking in and out of him, that’s when I finally reach for the lube and slick my fingers.
“More,” he growls when I lean away to really begin.
I smirk down at him as I push up onto my legs.
“So impatient, west boy,” I tease.
“Hurry the fuck up and I won’t be so impatient.”
“You want me inside you that bad?”
“Fuck yes, Tucker. Please, just get on with it.”
“Okay.” I shrug and lean back down to swallow his erection in one go as I push one finger inside him to the first knuckle.
His back bows up off the bed.
“Stop, stop, stop,” he shouts, and I pull back completely. “No, not all—fucking hell, Tucker, I was about to come. Don’t suck my dick. I’m gonna come and I want . . .” he pants. “I want to come when you’re inside me.”
“Okay, Sunny.” I lean forward and kiss his lips softly. “I’ll hurry.” Because knowing he’s so close is driving me fucking insane.
