Page 65 of Burn this City

“Neither had he, but that’s how that goes.” Sal shrugged. “I like it either way. I don’t judge.”

“No, you don’t.” Jack shed his jacket and opened the buttons of his shirts. Together, they got rid of his shirt and undershirt, and the next brush of skin against skin was as intoxicating as that full-body contact under the shower. Jack managed to kick off his shoes and pushed them to the side while they shared another, more heated kiss, hands grasping and pulling, bodies flush against each other. Jack managed to gather enough thoughts to open the button of his own trousers and pull down the zipper, and then Sal’s hands were at his boxers, shoving them halfway down his thighs. He looked down when he took hold of Jack’s cock, making Jack shake. “Your turn.”

Trying hard to focus, Jack managed to unbutton Sal’s pants and groaned with frustration when he encountered three further buttons that put up significant resistance before he’d freed Sal’s cock. It felt amazing in his hand, thick and long and beautiful, and his touch made Sal gasp softly. Jack stroked it, but then nudged Sal toward the bed.

Sal sat down, resting back on his elbows while Jack removed the sturdy boots and his pants. He straightened but didn’t quite have it in him to join Sal on the bed.

All of this was completely new territory. He pushed between Sal’s legs, placed a hand around his cock and moved even closer. When his breath hit Sal’s naked skin, the man tensed slightly, but that was nothing compared to when Jack opened his lips and took the tip into his mouth. The heat and taste and the sheer feeling of taboo, of doing the unimaginable, tore through his mind and made him take a little more, and then explore that silky skin with his tongue.

Sal drew a shuddering breath and opened his legs further, so he was definitely doing the right thing. Jack couldn’t imagine how some guys and women got something that size down their throats, but even so, it was shockingly intimate and hot. Based on how Sal’s breathing shifted and the muscles of his thighs tensed, he got plenty of enjoyment out of it.

“If you use that hand to stroke and squeeze my balls, you could make me come,” Sal whispered. “I also like a couple fingers up my ass, but feel free to develop your own style.”

Jack decided that talking was overrated in this case, but glanced up at Sal, and was pleasantly shocked by the heat in the man’s eyes. He pulled back a little and flicked his tongue over the tip, grinning when Sal hissed. “It’s the visuals, right?”

“It’s everything. First, it’s sexy as fuck that you’re trying things out, and I definitely get off on communication, because I don’t know you that well yet.”

Yet.That last word zinged through Jack’s chest like a little electric spark. “I’m getting used to talking about it.”

“I know. You’re doing good. Now do me a favor and put my cock back in your mouth because it feels great, and I think you like it too.”

Do me a favor.Jack grinned and made a point of sucking the tip again, this time speeding up his movements and increasing the suction, noting from the corners of his eyes how Sal’s fingers tightened in the bedsheets. That spurred him on. He moved his hand up and down the thick shaft, and eventually managed to time the strokes of his hand with the movements of his head and tongue.

“That I’m the first person in this fucked-up world to see you like this.” Sal’s voice barely carried, but Jack still noticed the small tremble in it, and he glanced up again as Sal was wetting his lips.

Jack stopped to swallow and relax his jaw, but licked along the shaft, tracing a pulsing vein and following it to Sal’s shaved balls—interesting—and toyed with them, but remembered to continue the stroking. “Andrea would have a fucking heart attack, that’s for sure.”

The vibrations from Sal’s laughter travelled down to his whole body. “Yeah, I was thinking that. But ‘If Andrea could see you like that’ didn’t have the vibe I was going for.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not sure you’re into humiliation.”

The words didn’t hold a sting. The only thing that was objectionable about them was the mention of Andrea. In a remote, purely abstract way, he knew Andrea was attractive—his boss definitely liked to preen and show off—but even in their best, most comradely moments, there had never been any kind of attraction. He’d definitely never pined for, or ever considered Andrea in that way.

“I don’t feel humiliated.” He gently nipped the inside of Sal’s thigh, allowing balls and cock to brush along his cheek. Sal fell back onto the bed and lifted his knees somewhat.

“Fuck, come here.”

Jack shed the last of his clothes before he joined Sal on the bed; he was going to continue with the blowjob, but it seemed he’d done very well, because Sal pulled him closer and into a heated kiss. Sal’s legs closed around his hips, and before Jack figured out angles and how to move, his own cock was grinding against Sal’s slightly sweat-damp belly, feeling the flexing muscles underneath, and running alongside Sal’s cock that was trapped between them.

He only broke the kiss to focus on Sal’s nipples—the bars through them fascinated him and he assumed Sal liked having them played with. He tried twisting them with his tongue and teeth, and sure enough, the man groaned and breathed heavier as he did. That was hot, so Jack alternated between nipples while also sliding his cock against Sal’s body.

Having this man underneath him still felt inconceivable. But Sal was visibly enjoying this—the way he closed his eyes or pressed his lips together. He wasn’t quiet, either—moans and groans and pants taught Jack even more what Sal liked. Still, Sal was holding back, moving both of them further up the bed, and at some point he stuffed the pillow under his neck for support.

“Suggestion?” Sal said between kisses.

“I’m listening.”

“Condom and lube?”

Jack nodded, struggling with what to say. It wasn’t “are you sure?” because Sal was clearly up for it, but still, nerves hit him. He was too aware that he’d never done this before, and while he was eager to learn, it seemed like a huge thing. He’d only get one chance to make a first impression, so to speak.

Sal reached over to the nightstand, and somehow managed to kiss Jack, open the condom wrapper, and slide the slick latex down Jack’s length. “I’d fuck you without one, but it’s good manners with a new partner …”

“Nice. Getting an education with my orgasm.”

Sal glanced at him quizzically, but broke into a grin. “Singular? We have two hours.” He opened the lube and covered the condom with it, then pushed the slippery fingers between his own cheeks. He curved his back more and pulled Jack closer. “See if you like this.”

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