Page 74 of On Circus Lane

My cock rubs against his ridged abs, and all too soon, I feel the end approaching, and I rub harder. “Going to come,” I grunt.

He moans. His eyes are closed now, and I lean in, rubbing my face against his and nestling closer. I grind down, and his next thrust grazes my prostate, and it’s game over. I hear a loud cry that turns out to be me, and I come over him, creamy spurts landing on his skin and in the hair on his chest.

I carry on grinding down, feeling his arms tighten. He buries his face in my neck, and I return his tight hold, feeling oddly protective as he grunts loud and long and thrusts up. His cock jerks inside me and warmth floods my passage as he fills the condom.

Then, the world goes quiet.

We rest against each other for a few moments, panting and occasionally twitching as aftershocks hit us. Then I come to myself and stir. He makes an inarticulate murmur of protest, nestling close.

I kiss his head, smiling. “The condom,” I murmur.

“Okay,” he grumbles.

I lever up, holding on to the edge of the rubber. I groan in displeasure as he leaves me and then gasp as he pets my hole gently.

“You alright?” he says.

I blink. This feels way too intimate. Usually, at this moment I’d make for the bathroom to clean up. I don’t sit looking at my bedmate, itemising every inch of his features. And they certainly don’t sit staring back at me with an affectionate look on their face.

“Bee?” he says questioningly.

“Oh yes.” I jerk into action, tie the condom, and throw it into the bin. I’m done, and I should be moving.

He looks at me, his eyes soft as I hover near him, not quite knowing what to do. His eyes twinkle, and he sits up, pulling the duvet out and holding it up. “Come on.”

“Come on, where? Did you want to go out?”

He blinks. “No, I thought we could lie together for a bit.”

“Why?”

He’s definitely amused. I should be annoyed, but instead it makes me pleased to have given him some happiness. “Well, we could have a cuddle,” he says.

“Acuddle?” I say in disgust. “I don’t cuddle.”

“Have you done much of it, then?”

That stops me dead. “Well, I’m sure I have,” I snap. I ponder that for a while, aware of his lip twitching. Finally, I shake my head. “Oh, shut up.”

“Such loverlike language. I mightfaint.”

“Will you be fainting in your own bed?” Try as I might, I can’t keep the humour out of my voice.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist on a cuddle. It’s non-negotiable. I can’t go to my own bed unless I get one. Plus, I haveto go out and find all our clothes that are spread throughout the building. That alone deserves an embrace. It’s cold out there.”

I try to hide my smile. “Fine.” I edge under the covers and he does the same. He rolls onto his side, watching me. “So, what do we do now?”

“Ah, as the Jedi cuddle master, I’m going to say your first action, my young apprentice, should be to come closer. Cuddles require skin-to-skin contact.”

I groan but do as he says, sliding near as he rolls onto his back. He holds up one arm, and I stare at him. “What now?”

He winks. “Put your head on my shoulder.”

“You are soweird. Do you know that?” I grumble but do as he says. His arm comes down over me, and I conceal the sigh of satisfaction that wants to run through me.

We lie in silence for a second, and then I stir. “So, what next?”

“Eh? This is it.”

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