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“I don’t mean monkey sex, but I do like to change it up. I bottomed in my last relationship, but I’m versatile. Do you have a preference?”

West smiled. “Now we’re talking’. I’m a bossy bottom as you might have guessed. I’d like to top to see how it feels.”

That was intriguing. “You’ve never topped?”

He shook his head and glanced at me through his lashes, which only served to make a wet spot on the front of my sweats. “We’ll have to fix that. How about rimming? Give or only received?”

Fuck, I was probably going to come just from talking about rimming. I was dying to get my tongue up his ass.

“Of course, I love receiving, but I’ve only given a couple of times. Not all guys seem to warm up to it like others. Do you like receiving?” Precome slid down my balls as I saw the excitement in his eyes when he asked the question.

“I do. Scott would... Doesn’t matter. From now on, we only look forward. Whatever happened before we got together is history and we can’t change history. We’re starting with a clean slate, agreed?” It felt like the best way to proceed.

I held up my pinky, and West giggled before he twined his with mine in a pinky swear. I stood and took him with me, holding him by that sexy ass. He could lay back on the bed and rest his shoulder while I took us up another level in our relationship.

Chapter Twenty-one

Weston

I had no idea what to expect when Bridges carried me back to the bedroom and gently placed me on the bed. “You tired?” I asked, keeping my expression blank.

“Tired of waiting to do something I’ve dreamed about.”

He pulled my flannel lounge pants off first, then worked my T-shirt off without removing the sling, which was quite a feat. After that, he took off his sweats and crawled on the bed near my feet, lifting them as he spoke. “Put them up on my shoulders, but don’t strain your shoulder. Just lie back and relax.”

Bridges froze for a moment before snapping his fingers. “That’s it!”

“What’s it?”

He smirked. “I’ll explain it to you later. This is too tempting to wait another second.”

Without hesitating an instant, Bridges licked a stripe up my hard cock before taking my left nut into his mouth and sucking, curling my toes. After a minute, he moved to the other side, and I gasped. “Oh, fuck, Bridges. I’m so close.”

He pulled back and grabbed his pillow before moving my feet onto his chest. “Lift, sweetheart.” I pressed my feet against his strong chest and lifted my hips. He doubled the pillow and put it under my hips, tilting my ass for easier access I was guessing.

Bridges slid to his belly with my feet against the top of his shoulders, and he kissed each ass cheek before parting them and circling his tongue around my hole. I nearly jumped off the bed. “Relax your legs and let them fall open.”

I did as instructed, and when his wicked, wicked tongue circled the rim, the sensation had my body pinging everywhere. My cock was jumping as I tried to study the ceiling to keep from shooting off in ten seconds.

“Mmmm. I knew you’d taste good here.” Bridges muttered his praise for the taste of my asshole before he dove back in, gently spearing his tongue inside to loosen me up.

The pain in my shoulder and collarbone long forgotten, I whimpered. “More, please.”

I heard the click of the lube cap that sat on the nightstand next to the bed, and I felt the cool slickness glide over my cock as his tongue continued to torture me in the most blissful way.

“Fuck, baby.” Bridges licked my taint and balls before he engulfed my cock in his hot mouth as his thumb rubbed circles around my asshole.

I couldn’t hold back. I shot down his throat like a firehose—he’d been in Taiwan and self-service wasn’t a satisfying alternative.

Once he’d sucked the life out of me, Bridges pulled off me, knelt between my legs, and roughly jerked his own cock until his cum covered my abs. “Beautiful,” he said before he carefully leaned forward and kissed my hungry lips.

“God, that was what I needed,” he whispered before he flopped on the bed by my left side. “You okay? I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”

“For future reference, I don’t think you could get too rough with me. That was exactly perfect. So, what big idea did you come up with before we got naughty?” I remembered the wide eyes and his promise to tell me later just before things got good.

“I’m going to make you a recumbent bike to train on. Once you start physical therapy, you’ll be able to train on a recumbent bike because it will put no pressure on your injuries. God, why didn’t I think about that before? You’ll be more aerodynamic in that position, and it will put much less strain on your back and your sexy ass. I think you’ll be able to even go farther each day. You did a hundred and twenty miles a day without too much trouble on the Katy Trail.”

Bridges picked up his cell phone and pecked around for a minute before flipping the screen to show me what looked like a giant tricycle. I glanced at the screen and then back at him. “You’re kidding, right? I’ll be laughed off the road.”