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Bas makes a throaty rumbling sound that vibrates against my lips and heats me all the way down to my toes.

Are first dates supposed to be this easy? This comfortable? All my nerves from earlier are long gone. It feels like I’ve known Bas all my life, even though we’ve barely scratched the surface. Maybe I’ve been dating wrong this whole time, thinking all the stress and anxiety and awkwardness is just part of the deal when I should have been looking for this—someone who feels like home. I’m sure I’m getting ahead of myself, but that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? This is the time for all of the romanticizing and daydreaming about what might be.

This is our first date, but I’m already sure it won’t be our last.

ChapterFive

Bas

“Least favorite movie?” Dylan asks as we step into his apartment a couple of hours later, after taking our time with dinner, eating slowly and covering at least a dozen different topics.

“Inception,” I say without hesitation while he unhooks Guillermo’s leash. “It’s a dream within a dream within a dream, weget it,” I groan, and Dylan barks out a laugh.

The dog happily trots into the living room without a backward glance, settling himself on the couch and chomping down on a bone. Dylan toes his shoes off and I follow his lead.

“Worst vacation?” I ask. I’m not sure how we ended up on this strange line of questioning about our worst and least favorite of everything, but for some reason it’s more fun than asking about each other’s favorites. I’m sure we’ll get around to those too eventually.

“Mount Rushmore,” he says, and I immediately laugh.

“Enough said there. I really never understood why anyone would bother to go see some faces carved into a perfectly good mountain.”

A moment of silent awareness suddenly settles between us, our laughter fading and the rest of the questions seeming to die instantly on our lips. It could easily start to feel awkward, standing in the entryway to his apartment, staring at each other, both of us waiting for the other one to make the first move. But instead, the air around us feels charged with building excitement, our eyes lingering on each other’s lips as we drift closer to one another. My heart is pounding so loud in my ears that it’s the only sound I can hear. The anticipation is almost as intoxicating as the memory of his lips against mine earlier.

“Want to go to my bedroom?” His voice is low and husky, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

“I don’t know,” I tease, a smirk dancing on my lips as I take a step forward and he takes one back, leading us deeper into the apartment. “What are we going to do in your bedroom?”

That spark of mischief and heat is back in his eyes instantly.

“I figured we could start by getting naked, falling into bed together in a frenzy of hungry kisses and greedy hands, our hard cocks rubbing and grinding against each other as we roll around, getting ourselves all horny and sweaty and breathless.” The confidence and lust build in his voice with every word that falls from his lips.

I stalk him slowly, my cock hardening and my skin heating. My fingers twitch, begging me to reach for him, to pull him against me and taste his breath on my lips again. But every time I get close, his playful smile flutters and he takes another step back, luring me in like a siren.

“Then what?” My voice is filled with gravel and need too, every part of me aching to get closer to him.

“Then maybe I’ll let you eat me out, licking me nice and deep while you finger me open. You’ll have to take your time with me, Bas. It’s been a while since anyone has fucked me.” He bites his lip, and I let out an eager, throaty moan, my cock twitching and my balls tightening as visions of me spreading him out and licking his hole until he begs for my cock fill my mind.

“I’ll take my time, Precious,” I purr, following him through the open door to his bedroom and then nudging it closed behind me so Guillermo won’t get any ideas. “I’ll lick you and finger you all night if that’s what you need. I bet I could get off just hearing you moan my name while my fingers slide in and out of your tight hole.”

Dylan whimpers and reaches down to squeeze the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Fuck, I love a man who can match my dirty talk.”

With nowhere left for him to go, I finally close the space between us, hooking one hand behind his neck and pulling him in for the kiss I’ve been craving since the last one ended. Our earlier kisses were slow and sultry—appropriate for public if they hadn’t made my dick so hard. But we’re all alone now, less than a foot away from his bed, our harsh breathing the only sound filling the room, and there’s nothing slow or sweet about this kiss.

I thrust my tongue between his lips, and he moans into my mouth, like having some part of me inside of him is an actual physical relief. Like he’s been as desperate for this as I have. He pushes my shirt up as our tongues tangle and our mouths clash in a hungry rhythm. The feeling of his fingers brushing over my bare, overheated skin makes my body shiver and my cock jerk eagerly again. I flex my hips, pressing my throbbing erection against his through our jeans, and I can feel his cock twitch and spasm in response, stiffening with every stroke of our tongues and every muffled moan we trade.

“Is this how you want me to lick you, Precious?” I murmur, pulling back to drag my tongue slowly around the edges of his lips before thrusting it back inside his mouth in a deep, ravenous stroke.

He whimpers and nods, his forehead bumping mine with the motion.

“Make out with my hole until I’m so sloppy with your spit you won’t even need lube,” he pants, breaking our kiss just long enough to tug my shirt over my head and toss it aside, then doing the same with his own.

I growl and tackle him to the bed, the legs scraping noisily against the wood floor and the springs creaking as we tumble down together, already deep in another urgent kiss. The heat of his bare skin against mine sends fresh sparks of excitement through me. I want to taste every inch of him and suck hickies all over his collarbones and chest so he’ll have a visual reminder of our first time together, at least for a few days. I want to spend hours learning every birthmark and scar on his body, until I know it even better than my own.

We fumble with each other’s jeans, our insatiable kisses no longer confined to just our mouths, instead sucking and licking anywhere we can reach without putting even an inch of space between us. Dylan nibbles my chin, and I dip my face into the crook of his throat to feel the thundering of his pulse under my tongue. The stiff points of his nipples drag against mine and I can feel the vibration in his chest with every gasping, horny sound he makes.

We shed our jeans and underwear in jerky, clumsy movements, kicking them away to get lost in the tangle of the sheets. We never bothered to turn on the light, but there’s enough moonlight coming through the gap in his curtains for me to sit back for a minute and admire him. My heart is in my throat as I devour him with my eyes, taking in the lean lines of his body, the patches of dark hair on his chest and stomach and around his cock. Andfuck, his cock. It’s stiff against his belly, dark with arousal and leaking glistening strands of precum onto his skin.

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