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“Well, that’s easy,” he said. “You’re gorgeous and sweet, and every day you’re trying to be a better man and learn from your mistakes. You are so genuine, Joey. So many people fake it through their lives. They hide their flaws and try to deny their mistakes. Not you, though.”
My treacherous brain wanted to bring up all the reasons why I had to face my mistakes. But maybe Kit was right. I could have avoided him and Dakota after that run-in at the clinic. I could have petitioned to do my parole in a different town so I didn’t have to face my ugly history here.
I decided to accept Kit’s words, his compliments, without arguing.
“You have an amazing heart,” I told him. “If you can love me after everything…then I don’t doubt you could love me through anything.”
He kissed me gently, as if I were fragile and might shatter into dozens of pieces. Not so far from the truth. But gradually, the heat built between us again.
We stumbled to the bed and fell into it together, limbs entwined. I was used to Kit calling the shots, but he wasn’t giving any orders, other than, “yes, god more” and “don’t stop.”
Mouths latched onto nipples, teeth nipped at ribs, and fingers curled around rigid shafts. We were both touching and kissing everywhere we could reach, as if someone might steal away this pleasure. But we had chosen each other. We could do this again and again.
Kit rolled onto his stomach and widened his legs. He wasn’t giving an order, but his desire was clear enough. I cupped his ass. “Want my tongue?”
He shuddered. “Yes.”
“My cock?”
“Yes,” he rasped. “All of it.”
I spread his cheeks and ran my tongue over the furled skin at his core.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so good with your tongue, baby.”
His praise washed over me, warming my chest. I licked him again, tracing around the edges of his rim, waking up nerves that made him twitch.
“Tell me what to do,” I murmured, my breath gusting over his sensitive flesh.
He groaned. “Yeah? You still want that?”
“Yeah. Please.”
“Bury your tongue in my hole,” he said, his voice taking on the edge of command that did it for me.
I curled my tongue into a point and pushed at his hole, licking and softening it until I could press inside. He groaned deep in his chest. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuck me with it.”
I worked my tongue in and out of him, my cock so hard it was weeping precum between my thighs. I whimpered with need as I ate his ass.
“Oh, yeah, you love it,” he murmured. “You’re so good at this, Joey. You’re amazing. But I need your dick now.”
I drew back and wiped my wet face on my upper arm. Kit tossed a bottle of lube at me. “You know what to do.”
“Fuck yeah, I do.” I slicked my cock. “Get on your knees.”
“Yes, sir,” he said playfully. “How quickly the tables have turned.”
My face flushed, and a part of me, deep inside, wanted to retreat into our old dynamic. Kit seemed to recognize it. “Anything we do is good with me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I just want you.”
That was all the permission I needed. I pushed two slicked up fingers into his ass, making him arch and groan. I didn’t spend a lot of time on prep. Kit eagerly fucked back on my fingers, clearly wanting more.
I withdrew them, shifted to notch my cock into place between his cheeks, and pushed forward.
His body resisted, only for a moment, before he relaxed and I slid into him. He lowered his chest to the bed, ass in the air, making for a deeper angle. We both groaned as I buried myself to the hilt.
