Page 97 of Ancient History

“Ow,” he said. We hit a floor lamp. “This isn’t the way to the bedroom.”

“Trust me. I know where I’m going.” My dick was like a compass pointing north.

“You’ve been here once, and I live here full time. But sure, go off.”

I slapped Amos’s ass hard. I tugged at his lower lip before shoving my tongue back inside his mouth.

“Less talking.” I turned us around and walked backwards. This way, I’d block us from any more furniture fails.

I let out a few expletives as I smacked my ass into each dining chair and dining table. Some kind of wire jammed into my butt.

“What the fuck?” I reached behind me. “You have rabbit ears?”

I held up the antennae. Had we teleported back to the 1950s?

“I need those to watch over the air channels that I can’t get from streaming. Also, we’re now fully in my living room.”

Damn. He was right. We were far from the hallway, farther from the bedroom. Even gay men hated asking for directions. My back was almost up against the sliding door that led to his patio.

“Put me down. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

My pride, and the boner completely taking over my body, wouldn’t comply. I threw Amos onto the couch and towered over him. I stared with heat and fire into his lusty eyes. Here was fine, and we weren’t moving.

I kissed his neck as I unbuttoned his shirt, then undid his belt. His lean body quivered under me. I kissed down his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipple. His hips jutted up, wanting the main course.

“Someone’s impatient.”

Amos couldn’t respond, just huffed out nonsense. My tongue dragged down between his pecs, down his stomach and swirled around his belly button. His erection pressed through his pants, the hard outline hitting my chin.

Slowly, for maximum torture, I pulled down Amos’s pants, dragging them inch by inch to reveal smooth thighs and firm calves—and a prominent bulge in his underwear. But I’d leave that last.

“Hutch,” he breathed out, his chest heaving for air.

I licked up his inner thigh, stopping just before his underwear, smelling the heat and musk coming off him. I did the same on his other thigh, trailing over light hairs.

“I’m taking my time with you,” I said in a low voice. “Patience is a virtue.”

“Not always!”

“Haste makes waste.”

“Mother fucking goose,” he exclaimed as I slipped a finger inside his underwear. Pre-come dotted the fabric. I was leaking, too. And fully clothed.

I whipped off my shirt and threw it on the floor. I yanked open my belt and pushed my pants to my ankles. I gripped my engorged cock for some relief.

“Uh uh,” he said. “No touching yourself. It’s only fair.”

“You drive a hard bargain.”

Very hard.

I slid a second finger inside his underwear, setting off another groan from his lips. I moved them across his sac and drifted further south.

As if I hit a button to reveal a secret passageway, Amos lifted up his legs to give me a better view. I made out where his underwear dipped for his opening.

Fuck, this was torture for me, too.

“Hutch. I need you so bad. I want you inside me.”

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