And it definitely worked.
Alex wasn’t just hard.
No.
He was dripping precum in anticipation of their little sexy interlude.
“I love makeup sex,” Alex admitted.
Yeah, Corbin did too.
Next, he traced a path around Alex’s belly button. He left warm kisses punctuated by nips to his flesh.
Alex whimpered in pleasure.
“Lower,” he begged. “Please.”
Oh, he was heading there.
Don’t doubt that.
As he headed lower, he set Alex’s hands free, and they immediately went into Corbin’s hair to hold on. His body was awash in so much need.
This man made him absolutely crazy with lust. Alex had never felt it before Corbin.
He’d wanted to feel it with Noah, but thankfully, the universe made him wait.
As Corbin reached the man’s erection, he put into play something that Gene had told him years ago.
Your partner got off first.
No.
Matter.
What.
It didn’t matter if he was a Top, a bottom, or somewhere in between. If you wanted to keep your partner, you made them cum and cum again.
And Corbin wanted this man as his partner.
Forever.
As he licked the tip of his erection, Alex moaned. It was whiskey warm, and sent chills across Corbin’s body.
He couldn’t wait until they could get married.
Period.
It had been too long of him out in the world without someone to anchor him through the many storms. Now, he found his beacon, and he’d keep his eyes on that prize.
Alex was his everything.
That moment took him back to the second time he and Alex had sex. It was makeup sex, as a matter of fact, and he’d said one thing to him.
He’d told Alex to tell him when he was ready to get married, and it just occurred to him that he could have put his faith in that because Alex had done exactly what he’d asked of him.
He’d made the commitment, and they’d walked into the storm together.
