Page 23 of Keeping it Casual
I swallow. “Definitely.”
There’s no way I can deny Jeremy right now. I sense Jeremy needs to be with someone tonight, and I want to be that person.
It scares me how much I want to be that person.
We walk side by side, not quite touching, but it feels like the air between us is ready to combust.
Jeremy’s house is a cute bungalow. I don’t get to take much in, though, because Jeremy’s on me as soon as we’re in the door, pressing me against the wall and kissing me, his mouth firm and unyielding against mine. Through his jeans, I can feel his cock harden against mine.
“Dustin,” he moans.
I think I understand what he needs.
He needs to be reminded of why he broke up his family and went through all that pain so he could be his true self.
I can give him that.
I reach up to run my fingers through his hair, grasping fistfuls as he kisses me harder, melding our bodies together.
Then we’re suddenly ferociously tugging at each other’s clothes, fingers grappling and fumbling in our urgency to get to skin.
As soon as he gets my shirt off, he runs his hands over my chest, leaving a trail of tingling skin.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he says.
“Right back at you,” I pant.
I unbuckle his jeans and push his boxers down so I can take hold of his cock, stroking him as we start kissing again. He responds eagerly, pushing himself against my hand, need radiating off him.
I break off the kiss. “Bedroom?”
“Yeah, okay.”
He steps out of his pants, grabs my hand, and tugs me down a hallway to his bedroom.
We pause at the door for another blistering, intense kiss. Kissing Jeremy is all-consuming, the feel of his lips on mine, the taste of him, the taste of us. It’s like tasting desire.
“Can you fuck me?” he gasps as he pulls away.
I swallow. “Okay.” My voice comes out low and guttural.
I stand there admiring the sight of a naked Jeremy walking to his bedside cabinet to get condoms and lube.
He’s breathing hard from all the kissing, his chest heaving. His skin is flushed, and his muscles are built with definition. His ass is a work of art. There isn’t an inch of him that isn’t completely perfect.
He raises an eyebrow at where I’m still standing inside the doorway.
“Bed?” he asks.
“I’ve got a better idea.”
I grab his hand and tug him over to where I’ve spotted a low set of drawers with a mirror above it.
I press Jeremy against the edge of the drawers and kneel in front of him before taking the head of his dick into my mouth.
I suck and lick while my eyes watch his reactions in the mirror.
His head is thrown back and his eyes are closed. His mouth hangs open.
