Erogenous territory.
My fingers tangle loosely in his hair.
Somebody really likes candy.
Is he messing with me?
Or does he crave this as much as I do?
“There are more on my legs and hips,” I stammer. “But that would involve me wearing... less.”
His eyes burn into me in a way that quells all restraint.
He unzips me, tugging the jeans to my ankles.
His hand strokes the inside of my thigh, and his mouth soon follows.
Are we really doing this?
I'm gonna take that as a maybe.
???
Now I stand bathed in lamplight, wearing nothing but my boxers.
Eyes closed, I feel a blissful thickening between my legs.
Turning toward the wall, the self control ebbs from me.
His thumb outlines the shape of a feather on the back of my left thigh.
I’m so close to losing it.
The sensation almost tips me over the edge.
“That one represents freedom,” I smile faintly. “I had it done the weekend I first told my family that I...”
Marco kisses lightly along the hem of my shorts.
I turn to face him.
“Told them that I…”
My breath stutters as he moves closer.
“I told them that I like…”
“That you like what?”
He knows damn well.
Easing the boxers over my ass, his lips are smooth and wet around the head.
This boy ain’t shy.
“Marco… fuck.”
He doesn’t hold back.
