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Soon, his breaths are easy, and I fall asleep, cradled in his embrace.

CHAPTER 15

Johnny

Iwake up again in a bed that isn’t my own—and then I remember I don’t have a bed of my own no more. I’m curled up next to Kurt. At least this morning I know his name, unlike yesterday.

Shucks, was it only yesterday? It feels like my life has gone completely cattywampus in the space of barely over a day.

Kurt’s body is warm and muscular against mine, and my natural morning reaction is raring to greet the sun. I want to get off, and that hasn’t happened for a while. Would he still be open to fooling around?

I kiss the back of his neck and then down his shoulders. He yawns, then grins into my bicep, where it’s cradling him. “Morning,” he murmurs.

“Morning,” I whisper back, rubbing my hard cock against his ass and running a hand down his side toward his boxer briefs. “How are you feeling?”

“Horny.”

That makes me smile. “That’s good, precious. Me, too. You wanna fool around?”

“Yes.” No hesitation.

I heft myself up and push him to his back, then settle between his legs, rubbing my erection against his. His eyes widen at how fast I moved him, but he’s easy to haul around, even though he’s not tiny. I lean down to kiss him, and he kisses me back.

Lord, this is nice. Even first thing in the morning, with not the best, most minty breath, I like the way he tastes. The way he smells, all clean and musky. The way he kisses me, like he means it.

His hands are roaming down my back, headed to my ass so that he can pull me tighter to him.

When we break apart, I look at him, ingrained habit making me all business for a moment. “So you know, I get tested regularly. I ain’t been with nobody since the last time I worked, which was months ago. I’m negative, and I’m also on PrEP.”

Kurt scrubs a hand over his face and looks away. “I’m negative, too, as of my last annual exam. Haven’t been with anyone since then.”

I kiss him again as I lean over him, one palm by his ear and the other hand lightly holding his throat. He seems to be okay with that, but it’s not making him go wild, so I move my hand to his collarbone and shoulder, stroking his skin.

That makes him shudder.

Okay, then. He likes it gentle.

I follow the caress with a kiss on the dip above his collarbone while I thrust against his cock. He’s rutting into me, too, and it starts as a sweet, slow, seductive dance on the bed.

Exactly the way I prefer it.

“Let’s get these off,” I mutter, pulling his fancy black boxer briefs down by the waistband. He lifts his hips to help, and then he’s naked under me.

“Lord, you’re gorgeous,” I say, admiring the planes of his body—not a bodybuilder or anything but simply masculine and hot. “Just perfect.”

He blushes, and that’s adorable. He likes being praised. Nice, because that’s my favorite thing to do in bed.

I kiss my way down his torso, stopping to suck on each nipple.

“That … that feels good,” he says shakily.

While I know he ain’t a virgin, he’s acting like he hasn’t been touched in a while. Not sure I wanna know his history—even though mine has mainly been recorded for posterity.

I shake aside those thoughts, and when I get to his hard, pretty cock, I stop for a moment to admire it. It’s long and lean, but not huge. Not too thick. It’s darker than the skin on his upper thighs, and the head is a purply rose color. He’s starting to leak precome, and I lean down to lick at the tip—little kitten licks, just for fun.

“Yes, holy fuck, yes. Yes yes yes.”

I grin and take him in a little ways, loving the way he smells—earthy in a good way. Like sex.

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