Page 71 of Hounding Hank


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I crawled onto the bed, dipping down to kiss his nose. “You and me both.”

He gazed up at me, eyes full of emotion. “You’ll tell me if you need to stop?”

“Of course. You’ll do the same?”

“I don’t ever want to stop.”

I kissed him hard, plunging my tongue into that sweet mouth as he moaned, and reached for his jeans. I unbuttoned them, unzipped, and delved my hand inside to curl my fingers around the hot length of him.

His dick was slender, like him. I held the weight of it in my hand, feeling out his shape and texture, the skin silky soft over a core of hard need.

“I want you so bad,” I said, nuzzling into his neck as he gasped. “You really have no idea how badly I need this.”

My cock was thudding with my pulse, I was so aroused. Precum welled on the tip, and sparks shot through me every time I moved and my cockhead brushed against the fabric of his jeans. Yet I couldn’t seem to stop kissing him long enough to take off his damn clothes.

I grunted with frustration when his shirt got in the way of me tasting every inch of him. With a snicker of amusement, he unbuttoned his shirt, spreading it open for me. His skin was mostly smooth, with just the faintest strip of hair running down his lower stomach. His nipples were pink and called to my mouth.

I nibbled on one, then the other, making him arch up toward me with a gasp. “Fuck!”

I grinned against his skin. “Yeah? You like?”

“Y-yeah, but…” He shoved my head down his stomach, and I got the idea. There was somewhere he wanted my mouth even more badly.

I trailed kisses down his stomach, stopping at his navel so that I could push down his jeans. Jamie sighed with relief as I stripped him bare, and his cock swung up to slap his stomach. Fuck. That was a seriously sexy sound.

My mouth watered as I gazed at his length, flushed a dark pink that matched hisnipples.

He stared up at me from glazed-over eyes. “Very much a guy, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said. “My guy.”

He relaxed beneath me. “Yeah. Your guy. So, how do you want me?”

I considered that. I was new at all this. Jamie could probably teach me a lot. But I was enjoying his body too much to give it up just yet.

“Right where you are is good.”

I dipped down, pushing his legs apart so I could wedge my shoulders between them. Jamie drew in a sharp breath as I pressed a kiss to his inner thigh.

“I’m new at this, so don’t judge me too harshly,” I said.

“Never,” he murmured.

I nuzzled his balls, hesitantly licked at them, eliciting a few soft swear words that made me smile, then moved up to run my nose along his shaft. He smelled like musk and soap, clean skin, and desire.

My mouth pooled with saliva, and I decided to put it to use. I slipped my mouth over the tip of his dick.

Jamie groaned, deep and gravelly, no mistaking that noise as anything that would come from a woman. My stomach flipped, and I suddenly wanted more sounds, more moans and cries.

I opened my mouth and took his first few inches in. Jamie kept up a beautiful soundtrack of pleasure as I sucked his dick.

It was a lot more pleasurable than I’d expected. Not that I didn’t think I’d like it, but… why had it taken me so long to try it? I loved the weight of his cock on my tongue, the taste, the smell, the way he quivered beneath me.

“H-Hank,” he gasped. “I might come if you keep going.”

I pulled off. “Would thatbe bad?”

“I want to touch you too,” he said, a plaintive note in his voice.