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I kissed him again. Long and sweet. All the while, I meandered my hand down his chest, past his abdomen, and to the button on his jeans.

More time passed before he nodded.

Taking that for the assent it clearly was, I unbuttoned his jeans, then drew the zipper down. Good thing I was dexterous, seeing as I did it with one hand. The other still grasped his hair. I slid my hand under his boxer briefs so I could get my skin against his.

He sucked in a breath. “Cold.”

I laughed. “You don’t seem to mind.”

“Uh, no.” He pressed into my fingers. “The callouses are so sexy.”

Not something I’d ever heard before, but I liked the playful side of Felix that I didn’t see very often.Have to bring that out more often. I met his gaze. “I’m going to give you your very first blow job.”

Then I dropped to my knees.

Chapter Eleven

Felix

Myfirstthoughtwasto worry about Jacob’s knees against the hard laminate floor.

My second thought was that I’d never done this before.

My third thought was worrying about reciprocating and whether I’d be able to manage.

My final thought, as he took me into his mouth, was that thinking was highly overrated.

The warmth and wetness of his mouth against my cock sent shivers up and down my spine. The suction he created when he hollowed his cheeks stimulated my senses. I swayed a little, placing my hand on his head for balance. I caressed his soft long hair with shaky fingers. In my mind, I’d idly wondered over the years about blow jobs. And could never envision Josette giving me one. Maybe that should’ve been my first clue.

Except I hadn’t envisioned Jacob giving me one either.

Now, though, I saw my life flash before my eyes. Not what had passed, but what was to come. With a certainty I felt to the marrow of my bones, I knew we’d make this work.

And not just because he gave amazing head.

My balls drew up in a manner I recognized. “I’m coming.”

Barely a croak, but as he doubled down and sucked harder, I interpreted that as permission to come. And I did. Spectacularly. Hard. With tingles racing through my body.

Eventually, when I truly had nothing left to give, he pulled off me. My limp dick didn’t like the chilled air hitting it, but that thought was lost when he rose, snagged the back of my neck, and drew me in for a soul-searing, teeth-clashing, tongues-duelling kiss.

I tasted something odd. Oh, right, my cum. Something I’d never tasted before. I’d been idly curious, but was now glad I’d waited. Another first I could share with him.

Boldly, as the kiss lingered, I drew my hand down his chest. When I got to the button on his jeans, I undid it.

He pressed his hand to mine. He pulled back and met my gaze. “You don’t have to do anything.”

I pretended to pout. “So you get all the fun?”

“Uh, well I guess that’s one way to look at it.”

He guided my hand, so I tugged down his zipper.

Then he coaxed my hand under the fabric of his boxer briefs.

I’d held a cock before—my own—but I’d never caressed another man’s. I marvelled at the drop of precum. Fisted his dick in my hand and gently squeezed.

Breath hissed from his lungs. “Yeah, that.”

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