Page 24 of Hot Rucking Canadian

I liked his name. I liked that no one ever called him that. I liked that, in essence, he was gifting me with something precious—a piece of himself that he never shared with anyone.

With a last look in the mirror, I headed into the bedroom.

No sight of Travis.

But he’d made his expectations very clear. Naked. Middle of the bed. So I snagged lube and a string of condoms from thenightstand. Then I stripped out of my T-shirt, jeans, socks, and briefs.

Chilled air hit my nether regions, but my hard-on didn’t diminish much. After I’d pissed—and as I’d begun the ramp up of anticipation toward this moment—that erection had returned full force.

The water running in the bathroom propelled me into action. I closed the bedroom door, thereby keeping a very curious cat in the living room with her expensive cat tree and many toys. I yanked down the comforter and top sheet, then crawled onto the bed. I put a pillow at the center of the bed, then laid my head on it. With one arm bent behind my head, I stroked my cock leisurely. I swiped my finger across the slit, then rubbed the bead of precum into the crown.

My shaft pulsed.

Travis sauntered into the room.

For the first time, I was truly able to look without fear. Without worrying about my gaze.

He was beautiful. All pale skin, ink, and plenty of body hair. He had a nice pelt on his chest that arrowed down his abdomen to his happy trail. His pubes were a shade darker than the rest of his hair, and his legs were covered. So different from me as I barely had a trace of hair. I’d felt less than a man growing up. When I’d hit puberty with my friends and they’d all matured and I’d lagged behind. Had never really caught up.

Except in size.

He cocked his head.

“It’s the ink.” Because I wasn’t going to mention the inadequacies I’d felt growing up.

That and his ink was truly magnificent. A dragon shooting fire across his chest. A spider web crawling up his neck. The lightning down his cheek.

Was Cassandra as fascinated as I am? She just seemed to accept him as he was.All my friends had. Which I appreciated more than anything I might’ve been able to express.

“Like what you see?”

“Oh, for sure. I’m just surprised you don’t have ink on your legs.”

He grinned. “In time. I haven’t found a design I like enough to shave and subject myself to that pain. I’m super sensitive to it. Which is ironic, given I push my body to the limit every day I go up a tower.”

I wasn’t certain I liked the idea of him putting his life on the line every day. But I couldn’t remember hearing of any construction person falling to their death, so he must’ve been relatively safe.

Although I might google statistics later.

“I’m looking forward to using some of that physical limit with me.”

He stroked his cock.

His arms were plenty muscular while the rest of him was…smaller. Almost out of proportion. But damn, he looked fine to me.

I spread my legs.

He grinned and made his way over to the bed. “I’m going to make you scream. Will the neighbors be bothered?”

I shook my head. “Solid construction with good soundproofing. One of the reasons I was happy to buy the place.”

“It does look sturdy.” He let his gaze wander up and down my body with a leisure that made me shiver. “You look pretty sturdy as well.”

“Come over here and find out.”

He grinned, then crawled onto the mattress and then, in one long fluid movement, placed his body over mine.

Our cocks brushed.

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