Jericho shakes his head. “Fantasies. Nothing more. I haven’t let myself be with anyone since—”
I cover his mouth with a hand. “Don’t,” I say. “Don’t say his name. He’s not allowed in this.”
Jericho leans down to kiss me, before removing my shirt. He traces my stomach, my chest, then down to my thigh, hesitating before groping my cock through my jeans.
I immediately lean into it, wanting more.
Returning the favor, I cup him through his underwear. His thick shaft fills my palm easily, and the soft material makes it easy to stroke him. And fuck,I never knew I would enjoy the feel of another man’s cock so much. I eagerly work a hand inside, loving the wayhis whole body responds when my hand meets his flesh. He kisses me deeply, rolling his hips against mine.
“Feel good?” I ask between kisses.
He answers by kissing me more fervently, working the button of my pants open until he can shove them over my hips. I gasp when his hand closes around my aching dick. And oh, he knows just the right pressure… I drive my hips forward, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
Jericho guides me to my back before gently tugging at my jeans and underwear. As soon as they’re off, he sits back on his heels with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Jer?”
He holds a finger up to silence me. “I’ve waited a long time for this,” he says quietly. “Let me soak in it.”
I want to laugh, except there is absolutely nothing funny about the way he’s looking at me. The desire in his eyes as they trail up my naked body is enough to make me tremble with anticipation. I haveneverhad someone look at me like that before. With soul-deep longing. It makes my heart race.
“Feel like you should return the favor,” I say, nudging him. “Let me see you too.”
His lips quirk into a smile. In one quick move, he kicks his underwear to the floor. I gulp at the sight—and size—of his erection. Easily thicker and maybe even longer than mine. It bobs proudly in front of his belly, white liquid pooling at the tip. And oh… Jericho has foreskin.Something else I have no idea what to do with.
He slowly crawls over me, hair framing his face as he studies me. To my surprise, and confusion, he doesn’t touch me or kiss me. His dark eyes devour every inch of me.
I furrow my brows, worried that he wants to stop.Please don’t stop.
“Promise me you’re okay with this,” Jericho says. “It still feels like a dream, and I need—”
“Is my hard dick not enough evidence for you? I want you, Jer. Shut up and kiss me.”
He finally laughs, leaning down to press our lips together. Slowly, almost like he’s afraid he’s going to crush me, he lowers himself on top of me. The moment our naked bodies touch, I let out a quiet moan. God, yes. It’s pure bliss. I slide my hands up his back, introducing myself to every warm, solid region of his body.
Jericho rolls his hips, gliding our shafts together as he deepens the kiss. On impulse, I wrap one leg around his, digging my heel into his ass. I can’t get enough of how it feels, howhefeels. And when he rolls his hips again, I drop my head back.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I say, spreading my legs.
Warm lips press against my throat, causing anxiety to swoop in and threaten the mood. My heart hammers loudly in my chest, so loud I’m certain he can hear it. All I can think of is that hungry look in Jericho’s eyes when he’d thirsted for me.
But no. I refuse to let my fear ruin something wonderful.
Pushing at his chest, I encourage Jericho to roll over until I’m on top, straddling his hips. Jericho seems stunned, but just as turned on by the new position. I smile down at him, rolling my hips a couple times before working my way lower.
“What are you—” He starts, then cuts off in a satisfied moan when I curl my fingers around his length. I stroke him the only way I know how, the same way I’ve done to myself a million times. He writhes and moves under me as I continue to let my mouth wander, kissing him everywhere. When I see his thigh, I briefly pause, overcome with emotion. The wound already looks so much better than it did. It’s kind of astonishing, really. Everything about Jericho amazes me.
I lock eyes with him before kissing the edge of the wound. Then I lick the tip of his cock, and lust surges through me. I take him in, eager to try more.
Jericho reaches for me. “Turn around. I want to taste you too.”
I do as he suggests and turn around to straddle his chest.
“You have a nice ass,” he says, smacking it.
I pause. I hadn’t thought about how close my ass would be to his face. Embarrassed, I start to pull away, but his tongue sweeps across my taint in a smooth, hot stroke.
I gasp. “Ohmygod!”
