A gay story: When Irish Eyes Are Smiling Ch. 03 By Tom Collins and Jushorny
*Joel*
It seemed as if Devlin were trying to be honest with me. I was wondering if he meant it when he said that he was open to the possibilities of a deeper relationship as he pulled me back down to him, capturing my lips in a slow, coffee flavored kiss. I held back a little as I thought about his words, trying hard to ignore his hand stroking my hard cock. It wasn’t easy.
Risk, I decided, is what it all came down to in the end. Life, and everything it entailed, was a gamble. The only reason people get out of bed every morning is that they didn’t really believe that anything bad could happen to them. The simple act of breathing wasn’t without risk, so why should I be so scared to lay my heart on the line? I knew the reason; I’d die from a broken head, but I’d have to live with a broken heart. What I was beginning to realize, as Dev pulled me closer, was that if I didn’t take any risks I wouldn’t make any gains.
I’d discovered last night that I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing his face, and my bed had been such an empty space for too long. I needed someone filling it, not just anyone, him, Devlin. Beautiful, confidant Devlin, who made me feel like trying again, like those grey clouds really could have a silver lining if I was just willing to look for it.
Having decided to take the chance, I relaxed and let myself sink into the kiss. It was so easy to lose myself in Devlin’s taste and textures. Before I knew it, my whole world revolved around the joining of our mouths and the mingling of our breath. The smooth softness of the skin on his back and the inside of his thigh tantalized my fingers, while his firm, skilled hand slowly stroked me closer to orgasm.
Lifting my foot up onto the rail of the stool, I pulled his knee up onto my hip, slid my hand up the back of his thigh and as far into the baggy leg of his shorts as I could. He immediately rocked his hips to meet my fingertips as they grazed along the crease where thigh meets ass, and whimpered loudly into my mouth. I knew I’d just found a very sensitive spot and would use that knowledge to my advantage.
He increased the pace and pressure of his hand on my cock, forcing me to return his moan with a groan of my own. It became impossible for me to keep myself from matching the rhythm of his strokes with my own thrusts. I felt a tingling spread from my groin outward, down the insides of my thighs and up into my abs, as my balls started to tighten and pull up a little.
Grabbing his wrist, I broke the kiss, “Stop…you have to stop,” I gasped. Resting my forehead on his, I gently pulled his hand away from me. Lacing my fingers with his, I tucked the back of his hand against my chest.
Closing my eyes, I concentrated on calming down and slowing my breathing, but opened them and looked into his when he stammered, “Wha—why?” His wide-eyed expression and the tone of his voice were incredulous. I thought I saw a tinge of hurt in the set of his mouth and brows when he pulled his head back from mine, breaking contact with my forehead.
“Because, I need to calm down, Dev. There are too many things I wanna do to you, with you. No matter how good you are at giving hand jobs, I wanna save it for when it’ll really count. Besides, the longer you wait, the more intense it is when you finally let yourself come,” I replied, grinning crookedly and giving him a slow wink. His expression softened and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile of relief.
My breathing and pulse were coming back to normal, but my throat had gone dry. I gave him a quick kiss before straightening up and shrugging my robe back up onto my shoulders. I let it hang open as I reached past his shoulder for my iced coffee. I pulled it out of the cardboard drink tray and stirred it with the straw, before taking several long sips from it to quench my thirst. The fact that he’d ordered my coffee exactly the way I took it told me he’d been paying attention to me for a while and I hadn’t even realized it. He’d also gotten a pastry that I would have picked, a cream cheese filled, cranberry muffin.
He pushed himself upright as I reached past him again and picked up the muffin. “Is this for me?” I asked, and he confirmed that it was. “You’re awfully thoughtful, Devlin. Have you been stalking me? That’s the only way I can think of that you’d know my preferences so well,” I teased, as I set my coffee down and carefully pulled the top off the muffin, exposing the filling.
“No, but Ido make a point to learn about those who stalkme,” he replied with a grin and wink.
I shook my head and chuckled, “I wasn’t stalking you. It was more like…” I paused to think of just the right phrase, “Bird watching. Yes, it was akin to bird watching,” I nodded, affirming my choice of words. His hearty laugh turned to a quiet groan as he watched my tongue glide across the underside of the muffin cap, gathering some of the sweetened, cream cheese and bringing it into my mouth. His unexpected reaction gave me an extremely wicked idea. “Want a taste?” I asked, arching my brow and smiling.
When he nodded, I took another lick and set the muffin on the counter then leaned in, wrapping my arms over his shoulders. I kissed him slow and deep, sharing the cream cheese back and forth until it had completely dissolved. While we kissed, I slid my hands down his chest and pulled the elastic waistband of his shorts and underwear down, exposing his achingly beautiful cock. I wrapped my left hand around his shaft as I reached for the bottom part of the muffin with my right. Peeking through my lashes, I could see he’d closed his eyes; he seemed totally focused on the kiss and my hand on his hot flesh.
I gave his shaft a couple of slow, hard strokes before pushing the muffin bottom over the head of his dick and smearing it around. The sudden, strange feeling and cool temperature surrounding the head of his dick made his entire body twitch violently and his head jerked back, breaking the kiss with a startled gasp.
“What the—?” he started to ask and cut himself off when he looked down and saw what I was doing, “Oh…shit, man…” he groaned, bracing his elbows on the counter behind him and lifting his ass off the stool a bit, his hips grinding slightly in midair as if he couldn’t control himself. I crouched, bracing my knee on the foot bar of the stool, smiling at him before using my lips to pinch off a bite from the side of the muffin. “Goddamn, Joel!” he exclaimed.
I took my time consuming the muffin, making sure I didn’t touch his skin with my lips until it was all gone. I looked up at him while I swallowed the last bit. His face was flushed and his breathing had become ragged. I smiled impishly and watched him while I slowly cleaned the cream cheese off with the flat of my tongue. I loved all the sounds and exclamations he was making, I loved the way his fingers felt, running through my damp hair, the way he tried in vain to thrust deeper when I took his head into my mouth to suck and tongue the sweet filling out of his slit.
Once I’d gotten it all and tasted pure pre-cum, I pulled off with a smacking sound and gave his shaft one last lick before standing. He tried to keep me down there, but I had other ideas. “I think it’s time we moved into my bedroom, Studmuffin.”
*Devlin*
I could barely breathe when he suggested moving into his bedroom. The seductive, teasing way in which Joel decided to share his muffin had my hormones raging. I knew he had a healthy dose of my pre-cum already and I was more than ready to give him a full load. My shorts fell to the floor as I stood up and gave him a quick passionate kiss.
“Lead the way,” I whispered in his ear as my hand slid down his back to squeeze his ass.
Once inside his bedroom, I moved behind him and slid the robe off, letting it fall to the floor while my hands returned to rest upon his shoulders. The only thing I saw was the king size bed, and the strength of his upper back. His muscles were stretched to direct me to the center and his spine beckoned me lower. Joel pushed back against me and my mouth descended. My lips opened and closed against the crook of his neck, sucking his skin in until I bit down on him.
His head tilted, letting me continue sucking and nipping at his shoulder, my hand moved around to his chest, pulling his body tight against mine. My cock found its home, nestling between his round, soft ass cheeks. He reached back and held my hips, while pushing his ass against me. We moaned together, finally being able to feel skin against skin. I found his nipple and teased it, squeezing and pinching until it was as hard as his cock. I licked behind his ear, nibbled on the lobe, and whispered for him to lie down.
I smiled into his eyes as our bodies came back into contact on the bed, my legs fit nicely between his. Supporting myself on one elbow gave me a free hand to run over his chest and the side of his body. Our tongues rubbed against each other just as our cocks were doing, mixing our pre-cum for the very first time. I could feel his hand on my back, running his fingers slowly up and down the center.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Joel.”
I slid lower, finally having the chance to spend time with his furry chest. My tongue traveled slowly from his neck. His scent was intoxicating, and feeling his hair against my tongue forced more pre-cum to leak from my already throbbing cock.
His chest hair was wet, plastered against his skin by the time I paused. I licked across his chest to his nipple, feeling it harden against my tongue. Humming, I bit down on his hardened nubs, back and forth, letting neither soften. He arched against me, squirming under my weight.
Today promised to be a delightfully long series of explorations. I kept telling myself to keep it slow, that we had plenty of time. From the corner of my eye, I could see his armpit and felt my cock twitch as my tongue instinctively licked its way over. With my head, I nudged him into lifting his arm to gain access, where I resumed licking and tasting. Joel’s free hand held my head, running his fingers through my hair. “Damn, you taste delicious,” I managed to moan between licks.
I needed to kiss him again. Placing his arms over his head, I caught the look of lust and excitement in his eyes. I lowered and pressed my lips tightly against his. Joel opened his mouth as my tongue slid in, his tongue stabbing against mine. We played, letting the other take over, but for only seconds at a time, neither of us willing to let the other have complete control.
Joel licked my chest while I slid up his body, taking his fingers into my mouth. Switching from one finger to the other, I sucked and licked until they were all wet. I groaned as his teeth sunk down onto my nipple. In reply, my body arched, pushing hard against him.
“How about rolling over, Joel?” he looked into my eyes and I sensed something was about to change. Before I realized what he was doing, he was on top of me. He did roll over, only he pinned me beneath him, his gazed still locked into mine.
“It’s my turn to taste you, Studmuffin.”
*Joel*
Devlin arched beneath me, panting in anticipation of my exploration of his beautiful body. I’d spent a lot of time becoming acquainted with his front the evening before, but I’d yet to play with his ass. Bending my knees so that I was above him, I worked my way down his body. I paid attention to all of his erogenous zones that I already knew about, and discovered a few more, but didn’t linger for long in any one location. Avoiding his cock, I spent a little time licking and sucking the velvety skin of his inner thighs. He kept trying to encourage me to move back up and suck him, but like last night, I wouldn’t let him rush me.
Straightening up and sitting back a bit, I let my ass rest lightly on my heels and looked at him for a minute, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I finally had a man in my bed again. His impatience got the better of him; he reached for me just as I took hold of his hips and rolled him over onto his stomach. He exclaimed in mild surprise. I couldn’t keep from laughing as I crawled up his body.
I took my time exploring his back, starting with his shoulders and the nape of his neck. Deciding that now was a good time to test the waters, I settled my hips onto his, letting my cock snuggle into his crack. I couldn’t tell if his gasp was from pleasure or surprise because he pushed up for a split second and hesitated before he tried to pull away from the contact.
“Joel, don’t,” he said, trying to get out from under me.
Holding very still, I whispered into his ear, “Take it easy, Devlin, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” He didn’t seem reassured, so I slid down his body enough that my cock dangled between his thighs and continued exploring his back, searching for more hot spots and sensitive areas. He relaxed and began enjoying the pleasure I was giving him.
I was busily giving him a hickey on his tailbone, to match the one around his navel, while massaging his glutes. He panted loudly, grinding his cock into the mattress and clutched a couple of goose down pillows. Moving further down, I licked the length of the underside of his cheek. Moving back and forth between them, I occasionally lapped between his legs and into the bottom of his crack, while skimming my fingers along the split. Finally, he lifted his hips off the mattress, spreading his knees for balance, and pushed his ass at me as he physically begged me to do more than tease.
Spreading his cheeks with my hands, I dipped my tongue back between his legs and ran it along the bottom of his fissure, pausing to flick his pucker before completing the trip to the top. He made a strange grunting sound, and thrust at me. I’d nearly forgotten how much pleasure I got from giving a rim job. I reveled in the slightly bitter tang and listened to Devlin’s groans and shudders as I sealed my lips over his pucker. Sucking gently, I licked and flicked it, occasionally grazing the soft flesh with my teeth. I moved my head with him as he squirmed under my ministrations, probing with a stiffened tongue to test his tightness and resistance.
Either he was resisting me or he was incredibly tight because I couldn’t make my tongue stiff enough to get past the outer ring of muscle. I suspected that this was a new experience for him. Straightening up, I pushed on his hips, rolling him onto his side and then to his back. He looked at me questioningly as I moved between his legs. Leaning over him, bracing myself to either side of his shoulders, I tested him again. I’d just been rimming him, would he be willing to kiss me now? I leaned down slowly, giving him a chance to pull away, but he actually reached up and pulled me down to him, kissing me hard and eagerly opening when I sought entrance to his mouth.
He surprised me by clutching my hips and pulling them down while rocking his. He had me lying on top of him, cradling my hips between his legs as we humped against each other’s stomachs, our aching cocks rubbing together. I almost lost myself in how perfectly we were moving together until it occurred to me that this might be his way of asking me to take him. I wasn’t going to ask because that could break the mood by causing him to think about what was happening. Instead, I slid lower and rubbed my shaft just under his balls.
He reacted the same way he did before, pushing into me and groaning into my mouth before pulling away from the contact and breaking the kiss to say, “Joel, I don’t…” I didn’t reply this time; I just kept sliding further down as if that were my intention the whole time. I placed open-mouthed kisses down the length of his torso until I settled my chest between his legs, propping myself up with my elbow next to his hip. Kissing and licking along the groove between his hip and leg, I coated two of my fingers from pool of our combined pre-cum around his cock.
Licking and sucking along the underside of his shaft produced the desired effect. He rocked his hips up, sank his hands into my hair and gripped it. He was pulling on my hair, trying to force me to take him into my mouth, so desperate to come that he had stopped caring if he hurt me. I resisted as I slid my slick fingers into his still damp crack and found his hole.
“Oh fuck…oh god…shit, man,” he cried as I mixed the pre-cum and spit together, massaging his pucker. I kept mouthing his shaft as I pushed my index finger past his resistance. It was easy enough to distract him, all I had to do was run my tongue over the head of his dick while I loosened him up to get him ready for a second finger. He grew accustomed to the invasion and relaxed around my finger faster than I’d expected. By the time I slipped my middle finger in next to my index, he was thrusting his ass up, clearly wanting more.
Using my free hand to untangle his fingers from my wavy hair, I lifted my head and raised myself a little higher on my elbow. “Joel, c’mon man, what’re you doing?” he growled, sounding extremely frustrated.
“I’m not going to suck you.” He took my hand and put it on his dick, trying to get me to jack him. When I moved my hand away and grinned at him, he reached for his dick to jack himself and I grabbed his left hand with mine, holding it in an arm wrestling grip. “Don’t, Devlin, I want to see if I can make you come without touching your dick.” I told him, looking him in the eye.
He snorted, “I’m not sixteen, man. I won’t come if you don’t—Jesus fuck…holy shit…Ah God…” his words trailed off into unintelligible grunts as I worked the pads of my fingers over his prostate in a circular motion. His hips bucked against my hand, his neck and chest bowed up from the bed while his legs spread further apart and he gripped the brass bars of the headboard with his right hand. While his eyes were open, I knew they had glazed over completely. The entirety of his awareness had focused inward. Smiling, I watched his cock jumping on his abs and his nuts drawing up.
He suddenly took in a huge gulp of air and froze just as his balls separated and rode up to either side of his shaft. The first blast of semen shot right over our joined hands to land in the middle of his chest. A long groan, so loud it had to have hurt his throat, accompanied it. Watching his hips buck into the air as he shot stream after stream onto his chest, our joined hands and his stomach, while hearing his cries of pleasure made me want to sink myself balls deep into him so badly that I almost gave into the temptation.
He collapsed, going completely limp like a rag doll. He lay there, eyes closed, chest heaving, his body trembling and twitching from the occasional aftershocks. I moved next to him, lying on my side and propped my head on my palm while watching his slow recovery and licking his come off my hand. I’m certain that the grin I wore made me look foolish, but I couldn’t stop and didn’t care.
*Devlin*
When I stopped shaking and could breathe again, I saw Joel alongside me, grinning and licking come from his hand. I know I had a silly grin on my face, having just come down from a very intense orgasm.
“That was fucking incredible. Never in my life have I felt anything close to that. Thanks, Babe.”
I rubbed some come over my chest before I reached around behind him, pulling him to me, and giving him the best kiss I knew how to give. The wheels in my head were turning, stopping, reversing, and spinning. There were so many new thoughts to file, and I needed to reorganize some old ones as well, before I could find a way to express how I felt. I held him, keeping him engaged in the kiss to give me the time I needed to clear my mind. My previous experience was limited. Sure, back in college, my relationship with my roommate did include finger fucking, but it was my fingers and his ass. I never rimmed him, yet I did fuck him. I wondered if what I had done to him was even close to what Joel had just done to me. Did the fact that I enjoyed the rimming so much mean I might enjoy more?
Joel’s hard, thick cock lay pressing against my hip, and I knew it was only fair for me to get him off. The question was how; I could suck him, return the favor he just gave me, or fuck his ass, which I knew would be hot. Pressing a hand against his chest, I pushed him back, and moved on top of him, my ass resting on his thighs. Running my hands down his chest from his neck, I watched his cock jerk and leak.
Sucking on his nipples, I let a hand wander over his abs and around his dick. I squeezed it and stroked him back and forth, feeling his length and girth. Our bodies rubbed together as I sucked and licked down the center of his chest. Taking small nibbles on the skin just below his ribs, his body jerked and I realized he must be ticklish.
“Dev, I need to get off real bad.”
“Babe, I want to help you get off and I will, hopefully as intensely as I just did.”
My teeth nipped at the side of his hips causing him to wiggle and allowing me to slide a hand under him to cup his muscular ass. Feeling the hair along the crack, my fingers probed deeper. His cock jerked when the rough flat of my tongue raked over the soft, spongy head, taking with it all the pre-cum that he had drooled. I felt the moist heat of his ass and my cock began hardening again, wanting to sink into him. His fingers ran through my hair, encouraging me to take in more.
My lips wrapped tightly around him, slowly sucking him in. He was close to coming, and I knew I could finish him off, but I wanted to explore more. I really wanted to fuck him, and I could imagine how hot and sweet his ass would feel, but I wasn’t sure how he’d feel about it.
I rolled him over onto his stomach, telling myself I needed to try; I needed to find out if rimming a man was as enjoyable as receiving. I lay my body over his, my semi-hard cock nestled between his ass cheeks. The muscles beneath his neck and upper shoulders tightened, responding to my mouth. When my teeth sank in, he moaned and squirmed underneath me, wiggling his sexy ass against my cock. I was beginning to think he wouldn’t be averse to being fucked.
I slipped a hand under him, pinching a nipple and rolling it in my fingers. Licking and caressing his body with my hands, I made my way lower; eventually my mouth reached his rounded globes. Instinctively, I took a big, delectable bite. He arched his back and moaned.
“Damn, take it easy, man.”
Looking up, I noticed he was looking back at me, just as my hand came smacking down on a cheek, grabbing it hard while my tongue began its descent starting at the top of his ass, licking along his crack. He squirmed more and begged me to be gentle, although I had doubts as to his sincerity. My hand reached between his legs, fondling his balls. They felt so hard I thought if I squeezed them, his come would squirt out.
I took a moment to admire him, the beautiful form of his body. His shoulders broad and his back tapered down to his butt, his ass lightly covered with hair. I liked men who were masculine in their look, actions and mannerisms; he was all that and more.
Pulling up on his hips, I continued to lick while I spread his cheeks wide, giving me a view of the puckered skin that held his hole closed. I breathed in, taking in his man scent. I was a little tentative about sticking my tongue there to taste him, but I knew I wanted to do this for Joel as much as for myself. I pressed my face in, flicking my tongue across the skin. The squirm and groan I received from him was enough to keep me going. I ran my hands over his ass, caressing while keeping his cheeks spread wide. I slobbered over his hole while tasting my first ass, giving my first rim; pushing my tongue in deeper as Joel pushed back. His dick fucked my hand as my tongue fucked his hole.
When I thought Joel was close to coming I made my move. I tugged his dick backwards until my mouth could suck him, while pushing a finger into his hole. His ass pushed back on my fingers, which in turn slid his cock deeper into my mouth. He grunted and began shooting his creamy seed. I continued rubbing the tight walls of his ass and sucking his come until he had no more left. Swallowing the last of it, I lay beside Joel, softly kissing the back of his neck as he relaxed.
*Joel*
My breathing had yet to return to normal, when I felt Devlin move off my back to lie next to me. Rolling up onto my side to face him, I scooted over against his side and draped a leg over both of his. Letting my palm glide up his sweaty chest to cup his cheek, I leaned down and brushed my lips over his. I kissed him lightly, a tender expression of the warmth I already felt for him. I barely knew him, but I’d seen enough to realize that I wanted to know more, as much as he’d let me.
Pulling back slightly, and looking into his gem-like eyes, I murmured, “Have I told you how dead sexy you are?”
“No, but it was only a matter of time,” he responded, teasingly ruffling my hair with his hand, I had to laugh with him as I settled my head on his shoulder. What I wanted to do now was relax and enjoy the afterglow. I languidly played with the sparse patch of hair growing between his pecs and over his solar plexus. I let my eyes close as my thoughts wandered.
My bed, my body, my life; all of them had been empty since Eric left me. My mother and one of my sisters saw him shortly after the breakup. Eric and the boy-man that had taken my place were in theHot Topic at the mall. Naturally, I’d tried to grill them about the encounter and Mam told me not to try using my fancy lawyer’s tricks on them.
“He was nothin’ but a tarted up piece of street trash with bits of metal pokin’ more holes into him than can be found in theSingle Bullet Theory, and has had, no doubt, a thousand miles of dick run through him,” was all my mother would say about it. She shocked me into speechlessness that day. I never would have thought I’d hear such language from my sweet tempered mam.
The first year was a morass of trying to outrun the pain by throwing myself into my work. Nothing I did filled the sudden void his departure created. My heart still lay bleeding in my chest, the damage seemingly irreparable. The second year blurred into a fog of achingly cold loneliness. Everywhere I looked in my old apartment, something reminded me of him, so I let my lease lapse and moved.
I’d known for a few months that I was ready to try again because I caught myself looking at men, unconsciously searching for signs they were available and might be interested. Now, suddenly, my bed was warmed by someone else’s body heat, my body would know the pleasure of being filled again, and my life might be something beyond work. I finally felt as if I had a reason to take the risk of getting out of bed every morning and going out into the world.
I woke so slowly that it took several minutes for me even to become aware that I’d fallen asleep. I smelled warm moisture scented with my body wash, and realized that someone was taking a shower. When it hit me who it was, and why he was in there, I felt a stupid grin spread across my face. Stretching mightily, I rubbed my eyes and looked at the alarm clock. It was a little after one, which meant that I’d just slept three hours. That went a long way to explaining why I felt as if my stomach was trying to eat its way through my backbone.
A thin cloud of steam issued from the partially open bathroom door, carrying the sound of Devlin’s humming with it. It sounded as if he was in a good mood, I didn’t recognize the tune, but it was upbeat and happy sounding. I took my time crawling out of bed, sitting on the edge for a few minutes before going into the bathroom to empty my bladder.
“Hey,” I said, peeking around the edge of the shower curtain and watching him wiggle his ass to the tune he was humming, “Are you—”
“Fuck!” he bellowed in complete surprise. I was laughing so hard I could hardly see straight as I grabbed him, trying to keep him from falling because he whirled, both fists up to defend against an attacker. It wasn’t long before he was holding me up instead of the other way around, as I became a helpless victim of my mirth. I finally had no choice but to let go of him, it was either that or piss all over the floor. I sat, since my legs wouldn’t hold me, and tried several times to get a hold of myself, but every time I glanced in his direction, the laughter would claw its way back up my throat.
It had been so long since I’d had anything to laugh about that once the engine cranked it just didn’t want to stop. I finally had to stop because I felt as if I were splitting in two. Leaning sideways on the toilet, I propped myself against the vanity and concentrated on breathing.
When I was certain the fit was over, I looked back at him. He’d gone back to washing himself, but when he saw me look over, he arched a brow as if to say, “Are you quite through?” and a last couple of chuckles bubbled up.
“That was positively orgasmic. I haven’t laughed like that in…well, a long time.” I said with a sigh, standing and stepping in front of the mirror to touch up my shave.
“Hmmm…I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. What was it you wanted, aside from scaring the crap out of me and giving me a heart attack?” he asked wryly.
“Oh, I was going to ask if you’re hungry. I’m starving and was going to cook something for myself. Making you piss yourself was just a little gravy on top of getting to see you shaking your booty in the shower,” I replied with a crooked grin and a wink.
*Devlin*
I woke with my arm still around Joel’s body, his head still on my chest and a leg draped over me. This all felt so good, so right, except for my need to piss. I slid out as slowly and gracefully as I could, not wanting to wake him. The clock on the night table jarred me back into reality. I was due at a backyard barbecue some friends were giving.
After relieving my bladder I helped myself to his shower, feeling the need to clean up a tad and too lazy to go back to my place. While showering, I decided I would invite Joel to go along with me to the barbecue. It might be a bit awkward introducing him, but I wasn’t ready to separate from my newly found, gorgeous friend.
My mood was the best it had been in a long time, and I was fully aware it was because of Joel. I began humming Jimmy Buffet’sCheeseburger In Paradise as I thought about Joel and what this all meant. I’ve never had a relationship with a guy that would prompt introducing him to my friends. My mind drifted as the scent of body wash filled the shower. Realizing it was part of his scent, I took a few deep breaths, relishing the smell. Damn, just the scent was enough to make my cock thicken.
I began running through the friends that would be at the barbecue. In my mind, I was rehearsing my introductions. It was going to be strange to introduce to my friends a man I’ve been to bed with, a guy who I think I was falling for. They would all like Joel, providing he wasn’t too shy to open his mouth and speak.
Deb and Brian were hosting, both were best friends to me. I’d known Brian since elementary school and Deb ever since she began dating Brian. Both knew I was bisexual, and they had been around during my relationship with Cathy, including the break-up. Cathy – I was suddenly hoping she wouldn’t show. More than likely, she would skip something like this, but sometimes she liked to surprise everyone.
That’s when Joel was kind enough to come in and scare the living shit out of me. I’m sure to him it was hilarious, and he had no qualms about laughing his ass off at my situation. So much so, I couldn’t help but smile and feel smitten with him as I finished washing. He was drying his face when I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. Moving over I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into me.
“Nope, you’re not cooking today, Joel, we have a barbecue to attend, one with plenty of food for your hungry stomach and plenty of beverages to quench any thirst.”
“A barbecue? What barbecue?” he asked in surprise.
“A couple of my friends are having one, nothing fancy, just a backyard kind of thing. I realize you won’t know anyone there, but I think you’ll like this group, and I’m sure you’ll have a good time,” I replied, looking into his eyes with the best pleading puppy dog look I could muster.
“You…want me to…meet your friends?” he asked hesitantly. He seemed pleased by the idea, but I could see his shyness peeking through again, as he continued, “I’d like that. If you’re sure that’s what you want?”
Smiling, I good-naturedly punched him on the shoulder as I turned to head for my clothes, “I want my friends to meet you! I take it you’ll go with me?” It really was true; I wanted them to meet the person I was so attracted too, and to have him meet the people who knew me.
“It sounds like it’ll be a good time. Can we take my ride though? It’s been a while since I had the time to drive, and I was planning on going for a drive this weekend anyway.”
“That works for me,” I said giving his ass a snap of my wet towel, “Now get some clothes on to cover that hot body of yours.” I wondered what kind of vehicle he drove, betting it would be either an open top Jeep or sexy convertible sports car of some sort.
As we dressed, I gave Joel some background on some of the people he’d most likely be meeting. Surmising that his shyness kept him from meeting many new people, I did my best to make him comfortable with meeting my friends. After filling him in on Deb and Brian I ran through a few more friends, making sure he knew that Jeff and Mike where two very good friends, but rather homophobic. I could see the disappointment and nervousness in his eyes. Hoping he wouldn’t take my comments wrong, I continued to let him know there would be gays there as well as straights.
“Just watch out for Robbie, he’s quite the flamer,” I chuckled as I pulled him in for another kiss, grabbing his ass cheek hard. “Harmless, but flamboyant. If you ever want to know the dirt on anyone, he’s the one to ask, which is another way of saying: be careful what you tell him.”
*Joel*
I took another fast shower, while Devlin dressed, and then went through my closet to find something appropriate to wear. I couldn’t decide on anything because I didn’t know what to expect from his friends. Deciding to ask, I poked my head out of the closet, “Umm, Dev? What’s my status going to be at this party?”
“What do you mean?” he asked with a quizzical expression.
Stepping out of the closet so I didn’t have to keep leaning over, I explained, “Well, am I a new, platonic friend, or are you going to tell them I’m your new squeeze? Am I arm candy, or am I a dude you’ve brought along and can wear any old thing? I’m not trying to pressure you into making any decisions about us, honestly. I’m perfectly fine with taking it easy and seeing where this whole thing goes on its own, but can’t decide what sort of an impression I need to make. I mean, first impressions are important.”
“How about I introduce you as my new, very good friend? You’re much more than arm candy, Joel, give yourself some credit. Besides, if anyone around here is any sort of candy it’s me,” he said, giving me a cheeky wink. “My friends will quickly figure out that this isn’t a platonic relationship. They’re good people; wear anything you want, something comfy.”
“Comfy…right.” My nerves were starting to jangle. I hadn’t gone through this in a long time, and meeting a lover’s friends always made me nervous. One guy I went out with for a couple months actually broke up with me because his best friend didn’t like me. I went back into the closet and pulled out my favorite t-shirt. It was a cream color with black lettering, and I’d washed it so many times it was starting to fray at the edges. It said, “It’s a thankless job, but I’ve got a lot of karma to burn off”. The knees of the jeans I chose were on the verge of having a blowout. They fit perfectly, snug, but comfortable, and soft as chick down. It felt good to slip into my motorcycle boots; I’d been too busy lately to have cause to wear them as often as I’d like.
I found Devlin in the living room, drinking his cold coffee. Grabbing mine, which was now warm, and stirring it with the straw, I took the lid off and gulped it down as quickly as I could. “I’m ready if you are,” I told him, while he read my shirt, laughed and shook his head. He said that he needed to change before we left, so we took the elevator to his floor. I sat on his partially made bed, leaning back on my elbows with one leg on the mattress, my boot hanging off, and the other on the floor, while I watched him get ready. He kept looking at me with lustful eyes, as if he enjoyed the site of me spread out on his bed. Running my palm up the inside of my crooked leg, I licked my lips then massaged my bulge lightly, bit my bottom lip and gave him my best fuck me look.
“Awww, damn it, Joel, don’t tempt me like that. If we start fooling around we’ll never get to the barbeque, and Brian will kill me if I don’t show. I promised I would be there,” he grumbled at me as he slid into his pants, never taking his eyes off my slowly moving hand. I gave him an evil grin, but relented.
We took the elevator down to the parking garage, and I lead the way to my assigned spot. Stopping next to my bike as Devlin said, “This is what you drive, Joel?” I pulled the cover off, revealing my pride and joy.
“Sure is.” I replied with a big grin at his surprised expression. I carried the cover a bit away and shook the dust off.
“Shit, it’s fucking beautiful…but you sure…I…uh…mean isn’t it more difficult to ride with another person?”
“She is beautiful, isn’t she? Not if the passenger is willing to work with the rider,” I said, chuckling and folding the cover into a neat, little bundle, “I take it you’ve never ridden a motorcycle?”
“Can’t say that I have,” he looked extremely apprehensive.
“Well, this is my baby. I restored her myself, though I did contract the paint job out. She’s a nineteen sixty-four, Harley Davidson, FLH Panhead, Police Special, commonly known as a Hog. She’s got a big twin, 80 cubic inch, high compression engine,” I told him, smoothing my palm over the pitch-black paint job on the fuel tank. The incredible depth in it came from layer upon layer of clear lacquer, the middle one impregnated with a fine gold flake, practically dust. Throwing my leg over the seat, I pulled her upright and kicked up the stand.
“Ahh…I, uhh…see,” he said noncommittally as I unlocked the gas cap. Peering in, I rocked the bike side to side, making the fuel slosh a little, so that it would reflect the light and I could determine how much was in the tank. He didn’t sound as if he saw at all, but he clearly didn’t want to admit as much.
“You know,” I said, looking up at him where he stood to my right and a little in front, “I’m not going to think less of you for not knowing anything about bikes, or for never having ridden one. I can see you’re nervous, but there’s no need to be. You’ll love riding with me.”Eric always did, I thought to myself as I gave him a Cheshire grin, and kick started her hard, getting her running on the first try. Leaning over to the right and back, I opened the saddlebag and pulled my helmet out then pulled a second one out of the other saddlebag.
“Now, these helmets are the exact same model the cops use,” I said handing him the extra one. “They have a light weight, Kevlar reinforced, fiberglass composite shell,” I rapped my knuckles on the crown of mine for emphasis. “The chin strap is a quick release model,” I slipped mine on to demonstrate, “And it even has an air intake system that’ll keep your head cool.” The paint on the helmets was a perfect match for the bike.
“I’m not, in any way, trying to say I don’t trust you,” he said, wrapping his free arm around my waist and leaning into me for a slow, but brief kiss, “I already know this is going to be a great ride.”
Giving his ripe ass a squeeze I said, “Good, hop on and we’ll go.” As he slid on behind me and adjusted his helmet, I told him, “Being a passenger is easy. All you have to do is relax, hang on and let your body move with mine. Don’t fight me when I’m maneuvering or cornering and don’t tense up.”
“Sure, Joel, don’t worry, I’m fine.”
I ran my palms back along the outsides of his thighs to his hips, leaned back into him and looked over my shoulder at him. “You’re way better than fine, Muffin,” I said with a smile and slipped on my Ray-Bans. I made a brief stop along the way to fill the tank, using the moments when I didn’t need both hands to slide along his jean-clad thighs. The attendant, in his little, bulletproof booth eyed us, but I couldn’t have cared less. I didn’t know him from Adam and his opinion meant nothing to me.
When we got to Devlin’s friends’ house, I pulled us up into the driveway along side a couple cars, and gunned the engine a couple times, enjoying the macho roaring rumble of it. The nearby gate through the privacy fence swung open and a man looked out at us. He walked over, clearly recognizing my passenger, followed by a stream of other people. My eyes widened behind my sunglasses. It hadn’t occurred to me there would be so many of them. Killing the engine and kicking the stand down, I swallowed hard and took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself.
*Devlin*
“I hadn’t planned on being out in public when I threw these shorts on, Joel, it’ll only take a minute for me to change.” I pulled the olive green jeans and tan polo shirt from my closet, dismissing his seductive invitation to join him, as nicely as I could. I pulled my jeans on and slipped the shirt over my head, checking my hair in the mirror. I paused to check the fit of the polo shirt across my shoulders and caught a glimpse in the mirror of Joel sprawled across my bed, watching me intently. “Okay, let’s go, before I change my mind and hold you prisoner in my bedroom.”
It didn’t take long for Joel to calm my worries about riding on his Harley. A few blocks from our building he started playing with me, gunning the engine when he safely could do so, and taking the curves fast if traffic allowed. When at a stoplight, his hands would automatically reach to rub my calves and thighs, making my nerves tingle. The vibration of the ride, Joel’s hands and the closeness of him had me very aroused. While stopping for gas, he continued to tease my legs; I gave his bulge a squeeze and told him how horny he made me, pushing myself against the small of his back while the station attendant watched in disgust. His hand slid back between us, feeling me up as if he didn’t believe me. I moaned into his ear wishing we had somewhere private to take this. He laughed and told me to cool my jets before taking off back onto the road.
He made a point of revving the engine in Brian’s driveway, announcing our arrival. I squeezed his sides playfully before swinging my leg over the bike and taking the helmet off my head. Several of my friends were already heading towards us, and I’m sure they were wondering who in hell was pulling up with a bike like this.
I should have expected Robbie would be the first out to greet us.
“Oh…my…God! Super butch Devlin is ridingbitchon the back of a bike. I’m so glad that I was here to see it!” Robbie exclaimed, snapping his fingers in the air dramatically before placing his hands on his cocked hips in a girlish way.
Everyone else became silent; I stared at him showing my displeasure with his comment, and toyed with the idea of punching him in the face. Meanwhile, Joel carefully took off his helmet, set it on the tank in front of him and looked Robbie up and down. He took off his Ray-Bans, looked him in the eyes, and said, “You must be Robbie.”
Joel’s delivery was so deadpan it was clear Robbie wasn’t going to get the best of him. The others began murmuring and snickering as Robbie demanded to know how Joel knew who he was. Joel dismounted his bike and promptly assumed the same pose as Robbie.
“Puhlease,” he snapped his fingers in imitation of Robbie, “Your reputation precedes you.” Joel said smirking.
Then he shifted back into his normal stance, and looked around at the others as if he was trying to match names with faces.
“Dev’s talked about most of you actually.”
“Everyone, meet a new friend of mine, Joel. He thinks I like him for his sense of humor, but really it’s for his bike.”
I tried my best to mask my anger with both Robbie’s comment and Joel’s equally flaming response. I saw Jeff and Mike in the back of the crowd, both with new girlfriends, whispering back and forth. Disgusted, I’m sure, by the outbreak of gayness. I don’t know why I cared what they thought, but I did.
Joel had stepped over to Robbie, shaking his hand while Brian made his way to me, whispering for me to chill and giving my shoulder a friendly squeeze. We’ve had many conversations regarding my feelings and Brian knew the type of man I was attracted to had to act all-man. I nodded my head and was about to say something when Deb reached up, putting her arms around me and giving me her usual innocent hello kiss, asking me where I found the hot biker guy and asking why they hadn’t met him before. Deb could always calm my anger and bring a smile to my face.
Eventually everyone wandered into the backyard, mingling on the expansive, wood deck. Joel placed a hand on my back as I was bending over the cooler to grab a beer. His touch felt familiar, warm and caring, and he asked if everything was all right.
“Everything is just great, Joel, except, they don’t have any of that old man’s drink you like, no scotch. I bet you’re not really a beer man either. Can I get you something else? Wait; don’t tell me,” I glanced over the variety of beverages available on the table, “Chardonnay?” My question came out more sarcastically than I had intended, but to make sure he realized how I felt, I gave him my best puppy dog look. “Sorry, that didn’t come out right.” I was still irritated about his interaction with Robbie, but I knew deep down I was just being foolish. He didn’t seem to buy my lame attempt at an apology. Bending over, he grabbed a bottle and walked away.Great,I thought to myself,I’m going to have to explain my sudden rudeness to him later and figure out a way to make it up to him.
As the afternoon progressed, I cooled down and enjoyed the company of my friends, keeping an eye on Joel when he wasn’t next to me. Cathy, my ex- girlfriend had not shown up, which gave me some comfort, knowing a confrontation with her would be more than I could handle right now. For someone who came across shy, Joel seemed quite comfortable with my friends. We would sneak glances at each other and when we were close we would give each other knowing squeezes, not being able to leave the other alone. I was feeling good by the time we had all eaten, knowing my friends were accepting Joel into our circle.
Feeling a need to show Joel I was sorry for my earlier attitude, I took his hand and pulled him with me. His confused look made me grin as I pushed him against the wall of the garage, out of sight from the others. Slowly, I licked his neck until my tongue reached his ear, “I needed to touch you, babe.” I placed my arms against the brick wall and ground my crotch against his. Our lips touched briefly, before he opened and let my tongue sink in. Way too soon I heard our names being called and reluctantly pulled away. I took his hand and felt myself blush slightly as others noticed where we had been. “I, uh, was showing Joel the rest of the backyard.”
Later in the afternoon, Mike came up to me while I was grabbing another beer. “So, you going back to men?” he questioned. Somewhat surprised he was being so direct, I had to stop and think before answering. “Mike, you should know by now, you and I see things differently. I don’t restrict my affections based on gender. If I find someone attractive and interesting I’ll go after them, get to know them, if it leads to more, so be it. However, since you asked, I’d be willing to bet Joel sucks cock better than that blonde you got on your arm today.”Ok, now I’ve made yet another rude remark, I really need to keep myself in check here, I told myself as I stepped away from Mike and headed towards Joel.
Deb eventually cornered me, pulling me away from the others, and wanted to know how I met the dark haired man, how long I’d known him, and if it was serious or just a fling. I chuckled and explained how we had been eyeing each other for a couple of months, but had just gotten together. She could see the happiness in my eyes, but she still warned me to take it slow, that I was falling too fast for this hunk. I told her she knew me too well and not to scare Joel away with her big sister act.
I was about to expound more about Joel when Brian walked up and asked if I’d bedded the guy yet. I slapped his back, and laughed, reminding him, “I don’t kiss and tell, that’s why Deb will never find out the truth about us,” giving him a peck on his cheek. It was a standing joke between the three of us.
Not much later, Deb had Joel over by the pond, deep in conversation. I continued joking with the guys, but in truth, my focus was on Joel and Deb, trying to read their lips, their facial expressions. When they both glanced my way, I averted my eyes, not wanting them to know I was watching. Of course, I was assuming the worst, that Deb was giving away all my secrets, and by the end of the day, Joel would decide our new friendship was not worth pursuing.
Later, Joel and I were helping Deb carry in some of the leftover food. I looked his way, seeing the profile of his face, his thick black hair, his cheekbones, a glimpse of the green of his eye. I could feel a stirring, an urge to touch him again. As Joel placed a platter down on the counter, I moved in behind him, giving the back of his neck a lick and squeezing his crotch before taking his hand to lead him down the hallway and into the bathroom. Our lips pressed together as my tongue pushed into his mouth, hungry to taste him. He pulled back, his eyes showing concern rather than the ‘get me naked’ twinkle.
“You ok, Dev?”
I pushed him back against the counter, grinding my crotch against his, my hand running through his hair. “I’m fine now, Babe, but I didn’t bring you in here to talk. I need some creamy dessert before we excuse ourselves from this party.” I said, sliding down his body to kneel in front of him.
Wasting no time, I undid his jeans, sliding them and his underwear down to his ankles. His cock was already thickening when my tongue snaked over it. Joel moaned softly, his dick jerking against my tongue as he asked me to stop, not to do this here, not now. I shook my head no, squeezing his balls tightly to let him know I was serious about this, and sucked him into my mouth. The power I had over him became clear as he stiffened in my mouth, my tongue rolling his foreskin back, exposing the head. Letting him plop out of my mouth just long enough to let him know what I wanted.
“Babe, I’m not stopping until I get my dessert.”
I was sucking him back in, while his fingers ran through my hair, when suddenly there was a loud knock on the door scaring the hell out of both of us. I heard Joel say in a voice that was husky and filled with lust that the room was occupied. However, the person on the other side was persistent and once I heard Robbie’s voice I knew it was no use to continue. I stood up, licking Joel’s neck while whispering that we’d pick this up when we got home. I pulled his pants back up, reluctantly zipping them closed. As we opened the door, there stood Robbie, hands on his hips.
“Well, well,” Robbie said, giving us the once over, “Looks like I missed a private party.”
*Joel*
Devlin was acting rather strangely at first, and I couldn’t figure out why he was so snide when he asked if I wanted some wine. I didn’t know what he meant for certain, but it felt as if he were implying that I wasn’t a real man if I didn’t like beer. I began wondering if he was going to treat me differently around his friends.
I’d seen it happen to a close friend in college. The man my friend was dating professed to be completely out, and was very kind and sweet to him when they were private, but any time they were with others he would treat my friend terribly. The problem was that he was out and everyone knew him to be bisexual, but a little part of him was ashamed of it, and so he treated his male lovers like dirt in public because he didn’t want anyone to know that he cared about them.
I didn’t know what his problem was, and I really didn’t like where my train of thought was going. It wasn’t easy feeling both angry and hurt at the same time without showing it, and I didn’t know how long I’d be able to keep the front up. I accepted his apology without making an issue of anything, not wanting a potentially ugly scene in front of strangers, grabbed a Mike’s Hard Lemonade, and excused myself for some mingling.
I wasn’t too sure what to make of Devlin’s friends. Most of them seemed very nice and accepting, but others were verging on rude. Mike and Jeff kept away from me as if I were a leper. Robbie, who’d initially been quite friendly because he thought my imitation of him was funny, started giving me the evil eye when his lover, Mark, started flirting with me. It turned out that Robbie was a member of this circle of friends because he’d hooked up with Mark, much like my own introduction to them through Devlin. If I read the group dynamic correctly, the core people were Devlin and Brian. They knew each other from elementary school and all of the others joined the circle of friends in ones and twos over the ensuing years.
I honestly didn’t know what to think about Devlin. He acted angry with me and yet I could feel his eyes following me any time I wasn’t at his side. When we were together, he didn’t seem comfortable unless he had at least one hand touching me in some way. I couldn’t believe he would wrap his arm around my waist and pull me against him if he wanted them to believe his only interest in me was sexual, and I seriously doubted that he’d kiss me or fondle my ass in front of them if he was ashamed. I wondered if he realized that when he looked at me the expression on his face was possessive. I knew I wasn’t imagining it, I could tell that Deb was seeing the same thing by the way she looked so worried every time he glanced my way. She cornered me by the koi pond when I tried to get away from the crowd for a few minutes.
“Joel, could I speak with you for a moment, please?” I knew what was coming, but I thought it would make her feel better if I let her do it her way.
“Yes, of course. Why don’t we get comfortable while we talk?” I responded, indicating the wooden bench that sat nearby under a lovely, old elm. We sat, and each of us sipped our drinks, then she took a deep breath and turned to face me.
“I can see that he’s falling for you, falling fast. Too fast, if you ask me, considering the short time you’ve known each other. He seems so confidant and self possessed, and he is,” she laid her hand on my knee, to lend greater weight to her emphatically spoken words, “But he’s easily wounded, and is still tender from his break up with Cathy several months ago. In fact, I would have told you that he wasn’t even considering dating yet, if he hadn’t brought you here today.
“Look at him over there, Joel.” Both of us turned our gaze to Devlin, and I realized that this was the longest I’d gone without looking his way since we arrived, “He’s horsing around with his buddies, telling dirty jokes and drinking beer. He’s obviously having a great time, but that’s not where his attention is. His awareness has been focused on you since the moment the two of you pulled up on that bike of yours, and that’s not like him. Even at the beginning of a relationship.” I pulled my eyes away from Devlin and his crowd of friends, looking back at Deb.
“I know you’ve noticed how he looks at you, and I get the feeling that it scares you a little. I don’t know, but I’ve seen you backing off from him a few times, turning away when you see him looking at you from across the yard. Dev isn’t worried for himself right now because he hasn’t realized how far you’ve gotten under his skin. All he knows is that he’s having a good time with you, and he’s not thinking beyond that.”
“I don’t mean to be rude, but all of this must be leading somewhere, Deb.” I said trying to halt what looked to be a babbling spree in the making.
“Well, yes,” she said, looking surprised and amused. “The point I’m trying to make is that when he realizes how he feels about you, when it finally hits him, he’s going be scared and he’s probably going to try to push you away. If you let him pull away, or refuse to reconcile with him if he does, then both of you will wind up hurt. I’m worried about how fast this is going between you, but the fact that it’s happening at all tells me that you two might be right for each other, and I don’t want to see that ruined through misunderstanding or fear.”
“So, basically, you’re placing the responsibility for a relationship, which might not even exist, on my shoulders?” I asked incredulously.
“No, Joel, you’ve misunderstood. The relationship, and believe me when I say there definitely is one, should be an equal job between you two, but in any partnership there are times when one or the other must pull more of the weight. Should Devlin get scared by how strongly he feels for you, and I’m not saying that he will, simply that he might, you would need to carry a little more weight and pull him through the rough spot.”
“Isn’t that your job as his best friend?” I asked, curious what she would say.
“Yes, of course it is, and that’s why I’m going to give you my cell number so that, if you need me, you can get in touch with me anytime,” she said, pulling a scrap of bright pink paper out of the top of her flowery blouse and holding it out to me. I opened the folded paper, which turned out to be a Post-it Note.
Debra Sampson
555 – 9495
Call me if you need me
When I looked back up from the paper, she leaned over and wrapped her arms around my neck, giving me a tight hug. I had to respond, returning the gesture in kind. “Be good to him, Joel. He needs someone as much as I think you do.” she said in my ear before giving me a kiss on the cheek.
“Is there some reason you’re pawing my wife?” I heard Brian ask and looked up to see him grinning at us.
“Hey, man, she was coming on to me. I kept telling her that I’m not into girls, but she won’t take no for an answer.” I exclaimed with mock indignation.
“Bri, you fool, you know I’d not let anyone but you and Dev paw me,” she said, giving his ass a playful slap, “Joel and I were just agreeing on what’s best for Dev is all.”
“And Dev can’t do that for himself?” he inquired, clearly amused.
“Precisely. I do believe you’re beginning to catch on, Sweetheart.” Her voice and expression were completely earnest as she patted his cheek and strutted away. “Well, come on. We need to get the leftovers put away,” she called over her shoulder.
While we were putting away the food, Devlin grabbed my hand, dragging me down the hall and into the bathroom. I tried to get him to stop, this being a very bad place for this, but he was having none of it, and I honestly wasn’t trying very hard to stop him. Before I knew it, I was hard as a rock and sliding down his throat. I bit my bottom lip and panted through my nose, trying to make as little noise as possible, but it wasn’t easy. He was sucking me hard and fast, and it felt incredible. He would be getting his dessert shortly if he kept this up.
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It was, of course, at that moment that Robbie decided he had to use the damned toilet, and wouldn’t stop banging on the door. I was stunned by how badly I wanted to wrap my hands around his skinny neck and choke him. Not kill him, just take out some frustrations on him.
“Don’t worry, Babe, we’ll pick up where we left off when we get home,” Devlin whispered as we brushed past Robbie.
I felt my frown turn up into a smile, thinking he might be ready to go further than we had so far. I was almost too distracted to drive safely the whole way home. Too much of my awareness was focused on him, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how good his chest felt pressed against my back. It gave me a little taste of how incredible it would be to be pinned under his hot, hard body as he took me, making me his.
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