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“How’s this?” I as sliding the pants over my ass as I lean slightly forward to pop it out a little.

“Fucking perfect.”

I turn back slowly, my hard cock begging to be free, and as I finally take my pants all the way past, it springs out declaring itself in a way that makes him smile.

“Much better,” he says, lying back, sprawled out, tanned body glistening, and I run my gaze over him once more, trying to memorize every inch, because if this never happens again, I want to remember it all exactly as he is.

“You are just so fucking sexy,” he says and I swallow the nervous lump that’s risen in my throat. “Get on over here, Doc.”

I climb back onto the bed, my hands a little shaky as I glide them up his chest this time. I don’t know why I’m suddenly nervous. But I am. My heart is racing, my fingers tremble against his sun-kissed skin, and my mouth has gone impossibly dry. Maybe it’s because this isn’t some random heated hookup in a barn or a make-out session in a field. This is Dean.

“I’m glad you asked me out,” I say as his hands hold my waist and maneuver me above him, and then he lowers me slowly down. The heat from his body pressed against mine brings every nerve alive. My head spins and it’s like I’m a teenager again. Except this isn’t just lust, this is something far scarier, this is something real.

He kisses my lips softly. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Doc?”

“I’m just thinking lucky how I am about.”

“I’m the lucky one,” he says, sweeping his palms around to rest against my back and totally ignoring the fact that my words were just a nervous jumbled mess. “If all you want tonight is this, that’s okay. I’ll kiss those perfect lips any time you’ll let me,” says, his dark lustful gaze moving briefly to my mouth then back.

“I think I’m up for more than just a kiss,” I reply, thankful my words come out in order, and when our lips meet, in that moment, the nerves melt away completely and there’s just him and me.

Chapter twenty-three

DEAN

IT’S OKAY TO TRY SOMETHING NEW

It’slikewe’veswitchedplaces, and Preston is fumbling his words, totally nervous and unsure, and I’ve found a confidence I thought would never show in his presence. But it’s there, and it’s taking control of the fucking incredible situation I’ve found myself in. Nowhere in a million years did I think that this would be my reality, even after the barn blowjob. I couldn’t wrap my head around this, us being anything. But it is. We are. Preston is in my bed, his naked warm body pressed against mine, his long hard cock wedged beside my own and grinding against me, edging me closer and closer.

“Do you have any…you know…things?” he asks like a teenager unable to actually say the words.

“Condoms and lube are in the drawer. What you got in mind, cause I’m up for just about anything,” I say, thankful my words are coming out the way they sound in my head for a change. His sheepish smile tells me he’s thinking of plenty. Which is good, cause my mind is racing with the thought of all the things I’d like to do to him, too.

“I want to ride you,” he says, and my cock damn near bursts at just the sound of it.

“Fuck, yeah,” I say, and he climbs off the bed and rips open the drawer so fast it flies all the way out spilling everything onto the floor.

“Shit, sorry,” he says, trying to gather everything up.

“Just grab what we need, the rest can wait for later.”

He tosses up a condom and I rip it open, rolling it down my hard cock as I watch him sit against the back post of the bed, knees up and out. He squeezes lube onto his fingers and then starts spreading it around the outside of his hole.

“Fuck, you look sexy doing that,” I say, and he looks up at me through thick lashes and swirls his fingers around again.

“Do you want help?” I ask, and he nods and climbs off the bed and walks to the side, then kneels beside me, his hard cock perfectly positioned in front of my face. I lean forward and slowly tongue his slit, his salty precome making my mouth water.

“Oh yeah, that’s good,” he moans.

I grip his base in one hand and do it again, this time ending with my lips wrapped around his crown, swirling my tongue and sucking his taste into my mouth.

He reaches for my other hand, covering my fingers in lube, and then guides it between his legs. I tease his hole with the pads of my fingers as my tongue slides over his cock. He’s gripping the bedpost in one hand, his other still holds mine, encouraging my fingers to push harder, to enter him, his hips lower a little and I let him guide my middle finger inside as I swallow his cock all the way down to the back of my throat.

“Holy hell,” he breathes, his ass clenching around my finger. I slide it out and back in again, working it in and out until he’s open enough for me to add another finger, all the while sucking his cock, tonguing the glands around his crown, and making him groan and grip the bedpost tighter.

I stretch my fingers open inside him, with his hips lifting and falling as he helps to prep him, to make him ready for me. My cock is hard and pulsing, my balls aching, wanting him more.

“I’m ready,” he says, moving away, lifting from my fingers before he stands over me.

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