Ten minutes passed in a flash of my overactive imagination. Before I knew it, I was sliding my key into the lock of my front door again. Stepping inside and toeing off my boots.
I’d left Folk on the doorstep.
I found him on the couch, still half-dressed and beautiful, his hair damp from the shower. A heartbeat passed between us. Then I was on him, shucking my shirt and pressing him into the sofa cushions with the weight of my body.
Folk responded with the kiss I’d been dreaming of since that night in Paphos. Sure, we’d kissed since, but there’d always been a thousand reasons why we shouldn’t.
Those reasons still existed. I didn’t forget them, but we werealone, without parental responsibility and the collective eyes of our brothers on us, and Ineededhim.
We fit together like the couch had been made for this moment. I was slightly bigger than Folk, but he had the wiry strength of a giant, and he didn’t let me have the upper hand for long.
I found myself on my back, legs parted as he lay between them. I’d never been in this position with a man before, but it was the easiest thing in the world to hook my thigh over his hip, drawing us together, closer than close. Skin on skin. Heat rising to a point I couldn’t contemplate without losing my head.
Folk slid a hand down my ribcage, fingers dancing with my waistband. There was a question in his touch and I answered it with a flex of my hips.
He undressed me. Our lips remained fused together while I returned the favour, my vision blurred, lost in sensation.
I wrapped my hand around his dick.
Folk gravelled a moan into my neck, bucking into my grasp. “You need to tell me your limits, because I don’t have any.”
Noted. I tightened my grip on him. “I don’t think I know them all.”
“Maybe you don’t have any either.”
Pretty sure I did, but Folk’s easy grin let me know he was joking. That I was as safe with him now as I had been all those years ago.
As if I’d ever doubted it. I tugged his face back to mine and kissed him again, harder this time, letting everything I felt in this moment pour out of me and into him. I felt like we could fuck each other like this—with just the clash of our mouths. That it was enough to make me come, and he wasn’t even touching my dick.
Yet.
That changed in an instant. Folk’s hands roamed lower and he found me, hard and waiting. Then his lips were gone and his powerful, lithe body moved too fast for me to keep up.
He slid down the couch and took me between his lips, deep and dirty, wrenching a guttural groan from my chest, the arch of my spine sudden and harsh.
“Fuck.” I clutched the top of Folk’s head, tunnelling my fingers into his still-damp hair, clinging on for dear life, fucking his mouth by accident.
Then by design as I couldn’tstop.
Folk took me apart, alternating between letting me drive into his mouth, and holding my hips still as he controlled the pace. It was torture of the sweetest kind. That push and pull. I couldn’t think of anything better. I couldn’t think at all. I was a mess of sweat and gasping breaths, ready to blow, my body tightening in warning.
Reading me, Folk drew back. “Not yet.”
He returned to my level and kissed me. Head spinning, I locked my arms around him, grinding my cock against his. “I want you in my mouth too.”
Folk grinned into a wet, messy kiss. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.”
He took me at my word and planted a foot on the floor, raising his body from the couch in a fluid movement that made my blood rush a little bit harder. Then I hyper-focused on his dick and forgot to breathe.
Were all dicks this beautiful? I’d seen a few and never noticed. But Folk... wow. Okay. If I wasn’t gay before, I definitely was now.
I dug my fingers into his lean hips and tugged him closer, swallowing him down. I didn’t have his finesse or his confidence, but with him, I had no fear. I just wanted him, any way I could have him.
He hit the back of my throat. I choked, but I liked it.Lovedit. Stayed where I was and drowned in the sensation of him cutting off my air supply.
Folk hissed out a throaty sigh and gripped the back of the couch. He let me have my way a moment, then eased back to set a rhythm that unhinged his jaw.
