Page 52 of The Prodigal Son

And oddly enough, I don’t want to stay for sex. In fact, I think I want to wait a while before we take that step. I haven’t had this much fun with foreplay since I was a teenager.

The making out. Groping. Yearning. It’s all too good to rush it.

“I don’t want to be too forward…” he says before taking another pull off the longneck.

“You gave me a hand job backstage surrounded by crew. I think we’re past too forward.”

He chuckles, and I can’t get enough of his smile. It’s crooked and warm, lighting up his eyes with delicate wrinkles sprouting at the edges.

I’ve never really been into older guys before, but Jensen is the exception.

“Well, in that case,” he says, looking almost bashful. “I would love it if you spent the night.”

I bite my bottom lip to keep from grinning.What is happening to me?

“I’d love to,” I reply.

“But I’ll warn you now,” he says, leaning back with a smile. “I’m a cuddler.”

“I think I can handle that.”

His foot nudges my leg. The energy in the room changes. He takes another drink, finishing his beer but never taking his eyes off me. Then, he sets the bottle on the nightstand, followed by the pizza box.

Then it’s just us and a bed.

“Come here,” he says in a cool, quiet command. With nothing between us, I crawl toward the head of the bed. When I reach him, I lean forward to press my lips to his. He kisses me tenderly at first and then wraps his hand around my neck to pull me closer.

Before I know it, I’m climbing onto his lap. Straddling his hips, I kiss him without anything but clothes between us. The room is silent except for the sound of our subtle moans and lips smacking.

He moves his hands under my shirt and up my back. His touch feels phenomenal.

As he slides my shirt over my head, his mouth finds my chest. When he pulls my nipple between his teeth, I let out a hissing sound and grind my hips against him.

More,I chant in my mind.

I tug at his shirt as he flicks my right nipple with his tongue. I’m desperate for the feel of his body against mine. He leans forward to allow me room to take his shirt over his head. Then, our chests are pressed together as we kiss again.

My hips grind again and again. With his fingers in my belt loops, he guides my movement, pulling me closer and harder.

Out of nowhere, he flips me onto my back, following behind and settling his body between my legs. From this angle, he grinds me into the mattress, matching up the stiff lengths of our arousal, seeking friction together.

“Pants off,” I mumble against his mouth.

As I’m working to undo his pants, he’s working on mine. We are frantic and fumbling, desperate to touch each other. I want all of him.

He shimmies my pants down first, taking my underwear with them. I’m naked on the bed in front of him, reaching to remove the rest of his clothes, too. He stands from the bed to remove his pants but is only gone a second.

The moment he’s fully naked, he drapes his body back over mine, and the sensation of warm skin on warm skin is incredible. Everything with Jensen feels like I’m experiencing it for the first time. It all feels so different than it does with other people, which frightens me a little. Normally, I’m just looking to get off, but with him, I want to experience it all—because, for the first time, I’m not experiencing it alone. And if that’s true, then I might be careening headfirst into arealrelationship. God, I pray I don’t mess it up.

When he kisses me again, our dicks are aligned, and he ruts against me slowly, drawing a desperate moan from my mouth.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs.

“Just keep doing that,” I reply.

His mouth is fused to mine as he moves, grinding cock against cock. Sweet, delicious friction fills my senses, and I feel myself coursing straight for my climax.

We stop kissing as Jensen lifts onto his hands, meeting my gaze as he continues to move. The combination of his dark-brown eyes and his smooth, hard cock rubbing against mine is enough to send me over the edge.

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