Just as kissable as I thought he’d be.
My cock grows harder by the second.
I cup my hand behind his head and pull him close.
He’s tense, rigid, and it just turns me on even more as I think about drilling into him, helping him relax.
8
This can’t be happening.
Jordan’s brother is bi?
I guess I can’t question it as his tongue slides between my lips.
He spins us so that we swap places and pushes me back against the wall, firming our kiss.
As he presses his tight body up against me, I can hardly believe that I can feel his stiff, lengthy dick against me.
My cheeks fill with heat, not from embarrassment like usual, but from the passion of our kiss.
I hope he’s enjoying it even half as much because my awareness of all the bullshit in my life evaporates, and I’m just in the moment, tasting him, feeling him, needing him.
It’s been a while since I’ve been with a guy.
I haven’t stepped out of my comfort zone. Haven’t put myself in the position to get hurt again.
Not like my ex hurt me.
But right now, being here with someone as hot as Mikey, I don’t figure getting hurt will be an issue.
We’re just two guys who need to get off. I want that giant cock inside me. I want him thrusting, forcing it deep. I want him making me cry out the way he made that redhead cry out.
I feel so irresponsible right now, but it’s also freeing. The scent of tequila on his breath as he moans into my mouth makes me even harder.
He grabs my hips and pulls on me like he’s trying to press my body as close to his as he can.
“How many… guys… have you been with?” I ask between kisses.
“None.” He offers me another kiss so much stronger than the ones before it. The intensity has me kicking my head back, and he kisses down my neck. I roll my head back and forth on the wall while he tugs at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up.
I submit to him. I don’t care what he wants from me. Between the sensations his kiss and touch stir, he’s free to do whatever he wants to my body. It’s fucking his.
I throw my arms up as he removes my shirt. He throws it onto the floor before kissing down my body, my abs trembling with excitement as he nips and offers the occasional light tease with his teeth.
He kneads at my flesh with his hands.
For someone who hasn’t been with a man, it’s clear he’s had plenty of experience to be good at what he does.
When his lips return to mine, it feels so surreal that I’m wondering if this is even real. This tipsy feeling makes me seriously consider the possibility, but if it’s a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
Just let me get to the best part. Let me enjoy it as much as I can, revel in it before my eyes open and I’m forced to face the bitter reality that none of this even happened.
I’m lost in a pool of sensations as he guides me back into Jordan’s room.
I break away to say, “I think we should do this in my room.”
He laughs awkwardly. “Oh, of course. That could have been really weird.” This makes him look even more adorable because I think that’s the first time he’s looked flustered about something. There are so many sides to him—so many that I’m eager to explore.
