“What? I already own a placethere.”
“What are they?” Stanasks.
“Tickets to Puerto Vallarta for New Year’s…since that’s where wemet.”
“Oh my God,” Charlottesays.
“Yeah, I’m going too,” Ty chimes in. “It’ll give me a little break before I need to start with my new batch of classes nextsemester.”
“You guys!” Jesse says, obviously impressed, and my cheeks warm because his enthusiasm means everything to me. “This is really incredible. Thank you,Eric.”
I take in his appreciation, the powerful relief of knowing I didn’t totally fuck up on his birthdaygift.
When we finally get back to my condo, he tells me, “Come here, you.” He slides his arms around me, pulling me close. “Thank you for my present. That’s really sweet, especially knowing Ty’sgoing.”
“You really likeit?”
“As I said before, it’s toomuch.”
“You know perfectly well that it’s not too much forme.”
“It’s nice, and it’s thoughtful. Verythoughtful.”
“Sometimes I can bethoughtful.”
I plant another kiss on him. I was intending for it to be a gentle kiss, but I indulge in those sensations he stirs, submitting to my desire as I slide my tongue between his lips and push him back against the kitchen island. I slide my hands under his shirt, kneading at hisflesh.
“Does twenty-four feel all that different?” Iask.
“Still seems as good as it did at twenty-three. Maybe a littlebetter.”
I keep on kissing him before inspiration hits and I pull back to offer a gentle, melodious, “Happy birthday-fuck to you. Happy birthday-fuck toyou.”
He’s institches.
“You won’t be laughing when I get my dick in you.” I take a kiss onceagain.
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Jesse
“We’d better…takethis…to the bedroom,” I say between kisses. “I want to get to my happy birthday-fuck as soon as Ican.”
“I’m fine with taking you right here, but what the birthday boy wants, the birthday boygets.”
He stoops down and tosses me over his shoulder, carrying me to the bedroom. I laugh before saying, “You’ve gotten into this habit of carrying mearound.”
“Yeah, I think I kind of loveit.”
I don’t stop laughing as I reply, “I dotoo.”
He lowers me onto the bed, crawling over me. It’s those smiles on his face, something I notice between kisses and as he gazes at me, that are making me as hard asever.
He leans back, his legs on either side of mine as he unfastens my belt. He steps off the bed, removes my shoes, and slips my jeans and boxers off, discarding them on the floor. I remove my shirt to make his workeasier.
He crawls back on the bed and rolls me onto myfront.
“So twenty-four of these, right?” he asks, rubbing my asscheek.
