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Peyton still had on his suit, so he had a few more steps. Fine by me—that just gave me a chance to lie back in the bed and touch myself while I watched him strip down.

I’d seen him naked plenty of times, but ever since my earliest years as the queer kid in the locker room, I’d been inthe habit of pointedly not observing my teammates. Especially what they were packing.

So color me seriously—and pleasantly—surprised to find that Peyton washung. Not so big he’d be painful to take, but definitely thick enough to give my jaw a run for its money, not to mention my ass. I’d fantasized plenty of times about sex with him, and now I was on fire with need to feel everything he could do with that impressive dick.

Once he was finally, gloriously naked, he joined me in bed. I reached for him, ready to drag him own into a kiss, but he?—

“Oh, fuck!” I cried when he ran the tip of his tongue up the length of my dick. “Holy…”

He glanced up at me, grinning. “I’ve been wanting to do this forever.”

Before I could tell him to be my guest, he had his lips around the head and his hand around the shaft, and… oh, God. He didn’t hold back at all—licking, stroking, moaning as if he were the one getting his brains sucked out his cock.

“Holy fuck,” I murmured, arching off the bed. I had a split second to panic when I realized I’d pushed into his mouth, but his response was to take me even farther. I’d always loved when the guy I was with enjoyed sucking cock, and Peyton definitely enjoyed it. He blew me like this was his favorite thing in the world—the absolute main attraction.

And if he kept at it, I was going to come down his throat, which he’d probably love. I would too… except I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.

“Don’t make me come yet,” I whined. “That’s so good, but… not yet. Please?”

He ran his tongue around the head once more, then came up to me, and I hauled him down into a deep, messykiss. His hips settled between my parted thighs, and when he started rocking them, that thick cock slid alongside mine. I couldn’t remember the last time a man had made the room spin like this; fuck, I was turned on.

“For the record,” he purred, “I love giving head. So any time you’re in the mood for a long, drawn-out blowjob…” He kissed me again, that talented mouth making me delirious.

Between kisses, I managed to ask, “Blowjob like that soundsamazing. What else do you like?”

“Being naked on top of you is pretty high on my list.”

“Uh-huh. Do you like topping?”

Peyton growled against my lips, then murmured, “Baby, say the word and I will plow you like a driveway in Calgary.”

I snorted, breaking the kiss, and we both burst out laughing. Still holding on to him, still laughing, I said, “A driveway in Calgary, eh?”

He offered a playfully innocent look and shrugged. “I’ll fuck you so good, your neighbors will need a cigarette?”

Again, I collapsed into laughter. “Oh my God.”

“What?” He dipped his head to kiss my neck. “I’ve got plenty more of those.”

Between laughing and those soft little kisses he was planting on my throat, I could barely breathe.

He chuckled, then nipped my neck before he whispered in my ear, “Anything you want, baby. Anything.”

I shivered, my humor evaporating in the heat of all this arousal. “Fuck me?”

He growled low again, shivering on top of me, and he purred, “Please tell me you’re serious.”

“Why? You want to?—”

“Yes,” he gritted out. “I’ve thought about that with mydick in my hand so many damn times.” He pressed his feverish forehead to mine. “Please tell me you really want it.”

“Yes. I do.Badly.”

A low groan came from his throat, and then he was kissing me again, deep and hard and needy in that way that said he was this close to losing his mind.Fuck, yes.

It occurred to me then that he’d mentioned wanting me to fuck him. As he started down my jaw and onto my throat, now that my mouth was no longer occupied, I asked, “I’m a bottom. Like, exclusively. Is that—is that enough?”

Peyton’s lips curled against my skin. “Baby, just making out in front of the TV would be more than enough.” He slid a hand down and stroked himself between us. “And I can definitely top you to hell and back.”