Page 66 of The Quirky Vet

"Feels good," I mumble into this mouth. "Keep going."

"I fucking intend to," he murmurs back.

His hands squeeze and knead and press into my arse, and as he's doing that, he's ever so slightly pulling me up his body. I only notice when I start to resemble a triangle, and my spine can't take the weird angle.

I straighten, my thighs halfway up his chest, my hard cock sticking out, the tip barely a few centimetres under his chin.

"You okay?" he checks, sounding a little breathless.

"Yeah." My eyes drift from my cock to his face. "Lightheaded, but okay."

"That's not surprising." He repositions himself, and closes his hand around my cock, his fingers tightening with purpose. "This big fella is taking up a lot of your blood supply."

He drops his chin and looks at my cock. It's right there in front of him. So close.

I know what he wants.

I want it, too.

But…

"I don't usually… I haven't…" I huff out a breath. "What I'm trying to say is I've never had casual sex before. It's dumb."

"That's not dumb." He lets go of my cock and slides his palm up and down the outside of my thigh, which is somehow more and less intimate at the same time. He aims those light-brown eyes I know so well at me and says, "Then let's not make this casual."

I peer down at him. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I have zero interest in being with anyone else. And before you overthink things and try to figure out what this means, let's keep taking our time with it and see how things unfold, but as we do, we don't fuck around with anyone else."

"So, we'd be…exclusive?"

"That's right." He rests his hand on my knee and gives it a small squeeze. "Does that work for you?"

"Yeah." I breathe out a smile. "That works for me."

How does he always know the right thing to say or do? It's like he knows me better than I know myself sometimes.

"Anything else worrying you?"

I shake my head. "I'm sure that there will be in the future, but I'm good for now."

"Cool. In that case…" His eyes meet mine, a playful grin forming on his lips. "Mind if I go down on you?"

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"Yes."

The word falls out of Muir's mouth, and it's filled with certainty. With desire. Withwanting.

All the insecurity I felt emanating from him seconds ago evaporates, replaced by a hungry glint in his eye, and it only revs me up more.

I get right to the task at hand.

Er, mouth.

With one hand firmly gripping the base of Muir's cock, I reach out and slide my tongue along the underside of his shaft, working my way up to the head. With my other hand, I squeeze his slit, drawing a bead of pre-cum out.

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