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How he’d wanted to do this for most of his life, desperate to taste another man’s seed hot and thick in his mouth, lips trembling around his lover’s cock as it throbbed and spat thick, hot ropes across his wrangling tongue.His heart pounded as Banks blinked the sting of sweet, salty sweat from his eyes and breathed in through his nostrils, desperate to savor every moment of Harper’s climax.

Only when his slender prick had started to soften between his lips, the skin pliant and satiny against his tongue, did Banks gently tug on his lover’s trembling, sticky backside and drag the length of his flaccid cock free of his gasping lips.

Harper knelt in front of him, glowing under his fresh layer of sweat, flawless in the soft moonlight that favored his equally soft features and smooth, tender curves.He stared at Banks greedily, his mouth in particular making Banks grin.“Come here,” he grunted, voice low and hoarse with unfulfilled lust.

“But I’m ...still on those lips,” Harper murmured, even as he leaned gently forward.

“On my tongue, too,” Banks murmured, leaning closer until their lips met, a burst of warmth and desire that literally made his heart skip a beat with its unrelenting power.Harper’s kiss was tentative at first, a glancing blow that sizzled and slithered until it caught on Banks’s tongue, thick and sticky with his own jizz.

Banks opened his mouth wider.Harper accepted the invitation only too willingly, their tongues dancing desperately in the silver moonlight as Harper’s big, swimmer’s hands drifted from the headboard behind him and gripped Banks by the neck, drawing him closer until their mouths merged in a most blissful union that lasted until neither could breathe, both unsure if they even wanted to anymore.

At last Harper relented, hands dragging away from where they’d nestled in Banks’s sticky black curls and lips puffy and bruised from the intensity of their most sinful kiss.Harper sank back onto his haunches, bare ass on the mattress between Banks’s spread legs.“It tastes salty,” Harper murmured, licking his lips as if to prove it.

“Not to me,” Banks murmured, leaning back on his nest of pillows and unsure which was sweeter—Harper’s spunk or the probing, curious kiss to taste it for himself.“I think it’s sweet.”

Harper snickered, reaching out with both hands to drag soft fingertips across Banks’s chin, then his throat, then down to his stiff, sensitive nipples.Banks gasped, making Harper grin all the wider.“I wonder if yours will taste sweet, too, Banks.”










Chapter Eighteen

Harper

“Only one way to find out, Harp...”

Banks lay atop the pillows, black curls damp against the white fabric beneath his head.Harper rasped his fingertips across his lover’s nipples, so thick and puffy beneath his touch.Banks shivered, a rare moment of helplessness from his cocky lover.

Harper’s heart was still pounding from the intensity of his orgasm, to say nothing of the raw, unadulterated curiosity of tasting his own jizz on his lover’s tongue.Jesus, he’d just had his first blow job.With Banks Principle, of all people.

And now?In a few moments?He was going to give his first blowjob.To Banks Principle, of all people.He drizzled his hands down his lover’s belly, taut and defined, fingertips tracing the subtle crest and fall of his tensed abs, just above the wispy happy trail that led down into his sweaty boxers.

“I can’t wait, Banks,” Harper murmured, wriggling lower down the bed as his fingertips drifted across the waistband of his boxers.

Banks gave him a doubtful scowl.“Why do I hear a ‘but’ in there somewhere, Harp?”

“I mean,” Harper murmured, dragging the waistband this way and that and admiring the way the outline of his lover’s cock followed suit, left, then right, then back again.Each time Banks made a face, the bittersweet expression of a lover dancing on the edge between desire and anticipation.“You promised to tell me about the guy you slept with before me, Banks.”

“I didn’t sleep with him,” Banks grunted as, inch by inch, Harper tugged his boxer shorts down the length of his shapely, if compact, cock.“And ...can we talk about this later?”