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“Give me more of that sound, Turner. Use me until you come down my throat. Let me fucking hear you.” He’d gotten all those words out before he lunged at me, taking me deep and gagging slightly. I wondered briefly how much experience Dalton had, but then I remembered my wanton college years, and I trusted Dalton not to overwhelm himself.

Still, I couldn’t help but stroke his cheek after he pulled back and tried again to take me to the back of his throat, gagging once more. I put both hands on his cheeks and pulled him off.

“You want to hear me? You want to make me crazy?” I asked, and my goodness, he was making me crazy just by looking up at me with those big, adoring eyes. He nodded.

“And this is what you want to do?” I grabbed myself and tapped gently at his lips.

“God, yes,” he said, and he leaned forward again. My gentle hands held him back.

“Can you lick me?”

He whimpered at the question. Before he could lean in, I reached one hand out, and he raised his to meet it. I led him until he was cupping my balls. My other hand found that knot on the top of his head, and I threaded my fingers there, giving his hair a little squeeze, not forcing or guiding him otherwise. He began playing with my balls, rolling them, squeezing them. When he started brushing light fingertips over them, my head hit the wall again. He kissed the tip of my cock, his tongue sneaking out to lick the head. He grabbed hold of my base and ran his tongue up and down the underside of my cock, his other hand never leaving my balls.

After a minute, he began sucking again, just my head this time, his hand dancing from my balls to the base of my cock, teasing me with those same torturous tickles.

Slowly, he took more and more of me in, and I tensed my legs to keep from thrusting, but it was about to become too hard not to take more from him.

It took everything in me to pull his swollen lips off my swollen member.

He looked up at me as if he’d done something wrong, his eyes big, his mouth opening to ask a ridiculous question. My cock was leaking steadily, slick from his attention, throbbing with need.

I dropped to my knees, which was awkward with my pants around them. I’d meant to shove him to the floor and get my mouth on him. Instead, I sat down and fought my pants and underwear off. Dalton reached out to help and was crawling up my body the second he’d tossed them behind him, but no, that’s not what I wanted.

I sat up to meet him instead, and I kissed him, both of us on our knees. My exposed cock was cooling in the air of the empty storefront and hanging heavy against my thigh. My hands found their way to his chest again, and I explored it like I’d wanted to from the moment his sweater had hit the floor, or maybe, the recesses of my brain reminded me, since I’d ogled him from the boardwalk a few summers before. I mapped his muscles and the little bit of hair around his nipples, memorizing them.

I wanted to suck them, so I pushed him back, my hands wrapped as far around his huge biceps as I could get them. I guided him until he was laid out on the floor, hovering over him and kissing him as I undid his hair, surprised to find it wrapped in a sparkly pink band. My kisses traveled down his jaw, his neck, the center of his chest until I kissed my way to one nipple and sucked it into my mouth. The move had him jumping and shouting out. I latched on and scraped my teeth over it before pulling off.

“I hoped you’d like that. I could stay here all day,” I said before sucking his nub until it stood at attention. My hand found its way in front of his face, and I pulled off to say, “Lick it,” which caused him to whimper again.

He hesitated only a second before licking my hand, but the pause had me pulling up as his tongue found my palm, and my goodness, how hot was that? I stared, my hand still in front of his face as he finished. All thoughts of teasing his other nipple with my slick hand were lost. Hell, all my thoughts were completely lost for a moment.

“Turner?” I’d gotten a bit distracted there. He sounded nervous and unsure. “Did I … Am I doing this wrong?” I kissed him, shaking my head no so he could feel it, a smile that I couldn’t have stopped if I had wanted to lighting up my face. I pulled up and looked down at him.

“Tell me you want this, Dalton. I just need to be sure. Need you to be sure. You’re not doing a fucking thing wrong, but I need to know you want this.” I may have been a little surprised by Dalton’s anxiety and seeming lack of experience, but I was happy to pivot.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life.” His eyes went wide at the confession that surprised us both.

“Dalt …” He pushed up and kissed me, stopping me from asking him to expound on that.

“Want you,” he begged. “Want to make you come. Please.”

And, oh my, I wanted him too. I kissed him back, then moved to work his jeans off. Unlike my baggy ones, his hugged him tight and were a challenge to take off. We worked together and were laughing by the end of it. Both of us sat there naked, our clothes strewn across the mostly empty room.

“Lie down,” I begged, and I found my way to his nipples again, giving each of them a quick kiss before continuing down the center of his chest. I had to stop to run my hands all over it.

“So smooth.”

“Swimmer’s body.”

There was no happy trail, just a neat, even line below his stomach and a neat patch of darker-brown hair around a cock that was defying gravity. It was big, not overly wide but long and red. I positioned myself and watched a drop of precum travel down his length. He pushed up on his elbows, causing all those delicious muscles to bunch up. I could have almost gotten distracted counting his abs, but his cock leaked another stream of clear liquid, and I looked up into those eyes, the green just a slim rim around wide pupils, his lips still swollen from our kisses and his time spent around my cock. His mouth was caught between an O and a smile.

“Has anyone ever?” I looked down at his cock.

“Yes.”

“And do you …”

“Yes, please.” I laughed at the quickness of his answer before licking that precum from where it had collected at the base of his cock, following it back up to the tip before taking him down as far as I could. He bucked up once, the most beautiful hiss leaving him, and I moved my head up and down, tightening my tongue and sucking, hoping to hear it over and over again.