8
JUNIOR
Tanner is a beautiful mess below me. His freckles are, oddly enough, perfectly in place, but the black liner around his eyes is smudged, like a little reminder.
Tanner brings his fingertips to my face, sweeping them along my cheekbones and brows. “You look like you’ve got something to say.”
My face goes a little hot, but I decide…fuck it. Lean into it.
“This doesn’t feel casual, does it?”
He shakes his head, absolute certainty in his eyes.
“And thisthingwe’re doing is sort of new to both of us, right?”
Tanner nods. “I’ve always been curious to try something like this, but never found someone I trusted.”
“Thank you for trusting me.”
Kissing my cheek, he whispers, “I liked it. A lot.”
“Me too. We’ve gotta get back to the day, but can we talk a little?” I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.
He wraps his legs around me again and pulls me in for a kiss on the mouth. “Yeah. We can talk.”
The sensation of light expands in my chest as I return his kiss. Our kisses deepen, and we lose the thread for several long, glorious minutes.
“I need to sit up, or I’ll just keep doing this with you all day,” I say, kissing his nose.
“Same.”
We make out a bit more until I rip myself from his body.
“All kissing aside,” I say, sucking his fat lower lip. “We need to put on clothes and use our words.”
His chest rises and falls, and he slides out of bed.
“So serious,” he teases, slipping on his baby-blue silk underwear.
My jaw hangs loose and my eyes remain glued to the shiny fabric cupping his half-chub. I swallow thickly. He grins, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me, then bends down and pulls on his skinny jeans. My eyes glaze over as I run my hand through my sex-mussed hair.
“I thought skinny jeans were too restrictive to work in.”
“I decided that the way you look at my ass is worth a little restriction,” he answers, chuckling to himself.
“Fair point.”
Groaning, I drag myself from the bed and pull up my briefs and Wranglers, followed by socks and boots. I shrug on my pearl-snap, leaving it open while I pull this delicious man onto my lap. He straddles me and takes my face in his hands, kissing me.
Aaand we’re off track again.
“Do we need to move to the living room or something?” I ask, my cock thickening under his weight.
He shifts, running a delicate finger over his swollen lips. “No, I can be good.”
My hands find his hips, and I squeeze. “Yes. You can be very”—deep sigh—“very good.”
He shivers and wiggles in my lap. “So, what did you want to talk about?”
