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But there wassense in it, right? If I didn’t know when someone was going tocall, what they’d want from me, how little time I’d have to preparebefore he… they got down to it.

Don’t wantyou straying too far.

Dan leant downto kiss me, catching me unawares. His tongue slicked inside mymouth, his taste rich and greedy. I was already sweating lightly,the warmth of his skin close against me. He’d rolled on the condom,and now his fingers were cool with lube and sliding in and out ofme.

“Come on,” Iwheedled. “Want your dick inside me.”

“No rush.”But he smiled to show he wasn’t complaining. “Just want to enjoyyou.” He crooked one of his fingers and stroked insideme.

Oh,shit. My whole body shook withpleasure.

“You likethat?” he whispered. “Tell me.”

“It’s thebest.” I think I was babbling. My eyes were half-closed. “You’rethe best.”

“Ricky.” His fingers slowed, and the mattress dipped underneathme, as if he was shifting around. I opened my eyes and saw himshaking his head, gaze troubled. “This isn’t a competition. Andit’s not about me, not right now. I want you to tell me what youlike. What you want.”

I just staredat him, at those dark, hungry, nervous eyes. My body hummed withneed like the echoing buzz from a guitar string; my dick bobbedshamelessly against my belly. “Whatever. Dan, whatever you do, it’sall great.”

He grimaced,trying to hang on to his smile. “You deserve the best. I want it tobe special.”

“Special?”

He flushed,the dark red of his neck in contrast to his bare, tanned torso.“It’s special for me. I want to give you that back. So you’llknow.”

What should Iknow? I pulled him back down and kissed him so damn hard hecouldn’t say any more. His breath shortened and his dick nudged itshead into me, breaching me, taking me. Butnot using. He moved slowly to start with,rocking against me, his hands holding my legs apart, his thumbspressing into the tight muscle. I could feel my climax threateningway too soon. I needed him to come as well, to come withme.

God, but itwas great! As the tourist in his body, it made my heartsing.

Never happierthan when having sex, never calmer in my mind than when I wasfucking. My host and I were fully in agreement. I’d said this wouldbe good, hadn’t I? The pleasure rippled through me and I lifted myhips, drawing Dan’s cock into me, right down to his balls. I heldtight to his arms so he couldn’t ease up. And he didn’t. He wasreduced to grunting sounds, and his fucking increased to short,fierce thrusts.

Then hewhispered in my ear. I didn’t hear the words clearly, but I knewexactly what he’d said. I didn’t have time to work out how thatcould be—whether it was because I was Ricky, loving every minute ofthe fuck, or Dan, loving every minute of… me.

The orgasmclenched low in my gut and I spilled before I had time to thinkabout it further, hot thick cum spitting onto Dan’s belly as wellas my own. I could feel him tensing up, his thighs pressed hardagainst mine, his hips slapping against my flesh. He came as well,with a mixture of incoherent cry and sob. This was excellent, itwas what I loved, it was what I did.

Dan relaxed ontop of me, breathing heavily, being careful not to squash me. Likehe always did. My whole body felt both exhausted and enthused. I’dnever felt better…

Is thatall?

But Ricky…you’re still mine.

Where thebloody hell was this internal dialogue coming from? Icouldn’t—Ricky couldn’t—seem to shake it off.

Something feltweird to me. Unusual. Unsettling. The physical tremors eased; thehot, lusty excitement cooled to poignant stickiness on my skin. Iheld Dan very tightly, for longer than usual.

As Ricky, Iknew many things about myself, but it was still a shock to realisehow many of them I was scared of admitting. I listened to Dan’sbreathing slow down, his kisses ease up into soft, featheredcaresses on my face. This was special for me, too. And I wantedthings to be something more. So much more.

But I couldn’tbelieve that was an option.

Not forme.

CHAPTER 7

Dan followedme into the kitchen. We’d pulled on sweats but he’d borrowed a pairof mine, and they were too small for him. The soft fabric clung tohis muscled arse in the most perfect way. It made it difficult forme to think clearly about what was going on inside me. My limbsfelt tired, my stomach muscles sore from tensing up. But that wasall good, right? And I liked the way his hand ran down myback.

So why did mybody keep shivering?

My phone wason the counter, beside my keys. I glanced at the display, then putmy hand over it, hiding the message notifications.