“What…what are you doing?” Aeren choked out breathlessly, his body trembling under Lamar’s mouth. Lamar either ignored the question or missed it entirely, his face buried between Aeren’s cheeks, mumbling against the sensitive nerve endings as he lapped and sucked at the tight pucker. When he finally worked his tongue through the grasping muscle, Aeren screamed, his body convulsing as his thighs clamped around Lamar’s head, trapping him as Aeren rode his climax out on Lamar’s probing tongue.
A second later, still smothered by Aeren’s beautiful ass, Lamar unloaded onto the sheets beneath him with a growl that resonated through the smaller man’s body.
When Aeren finally went limp, Lamar unhooked his legs and gently pressed them down, easing back from his spit-soaked treasure to breathe. Resting his head on Aeren’s thighs, he belatedly realized he’d quit checking in with his partner as soon as he’d gotten his first taste of Aeren’s unique flavor.
Crawling up to collapse beside him, Lamar tugged his shuddering body close and groped blindly for the blankets, pulling the first one he found up to cover them. Pressing his lips to Aeren’s hot, wet cheek, Lamar inhaled sharply when he realized Aeren was crying.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He started to sit up to turn on the bedside lamp, but Aeren wrapped a slender hand around his bicep and pulled him back.
“I’m fine.” He pulled Lamar over the top of him. “Overwhelmed, I think.” Something like a sob crossed with a laugh bubbled out. “I mean, I’ve watched plenty of scenes at the club, but I never imagined it could be like that.”
“Sorry you waited?” Lamar teased gently.
“No.” There was no hesitation in Aeren’s voice. “It was always meant to be you.”
