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“You,” I reply, looking straight into his eyes. They widen. “Us.”

“Is that so?” He chuckles. “In what context?”

“Too dirty to tell you.” I grin, and he laughs. “I’d rather show you.”

Kenneth’s eyes are lust-filled and dark as he gazes at me, and I feel myself tense with the want coursing through me at full speed. “So show me.”

“Come home with me,” I tell him, feeling this urgent need rise within me. “Let me show you how much I want you.”

Kenneth nods quickly, rising from his seat and extending his hand, drink forgotten. I take it, and he looks into my eyes intently, then turns to lead us through the bar and out into the busy street.

“Lead the way,” he says when I come to his side, matching his stride. “Take me home.”

Home.

I fucking wish.

Chapter 9

IF YOU KNEW

We’ve barely made it inside when Kenneth pushes me against the wall next to the elevator door. I moan as he slams his lips to mine, the kiss hard and bruising, so different from the ones we’ve shared before. Those were soft and slow. This one is frenzied, animalistic, desperate in a way that has my toes curling and my cock throbbing. His teeth dig into my bottom lip roughly, and he pulls, then sucks it back into his mouth. My hand travels up his torso until my fingers are wrapped around his throat, and then I switch us, slamming his back against the wall and kissing him again. His groan vibrates my chest where I’m pressed against him, and he tilts his hips up, seeking friction against my front.

I let go of his throat to focus on the hem of his shirt, and after a beat of questioning what I’m doing, I push it up his torso. We break the kiss, and he raises his arms, letting me take it off. I pull off my own one-handed, then throw it on the ground beside him, just to find him staring at me wide-eyed with his lip caught between his teeth. I slip off my shoes, lower my pants and underwear, and stand before him bare. It takes no time for himto do the same until we’re standing in front of each other fully naked.

My eyes drink in his golden skin, sun-kissed and smooth. I do a slow perusal from toes to head. His calves are strong, thighs muscular and cut, something I wasn’t expecting. His abs are defined, but slightly softer than mine, and I love that. He has a thin happy trail leading down to his pale, hard cock. The head is that pretty pink color that matches his cheeks when he blushes, pre-cum beading from the tip. My eyes rise to his chest, strong and hairless. Then, last, I look at his face. His eyes are blazing with something I recognize immediately.

Need. Want. Lust.

“You’re a dream,” I whisper. “Mydream.”

I wish he knew how honest I’m being. How I really do dream of him nightly. But when his lips set into a smirk, I decide I’m not going to tell him. I won’t do anything to ruin this moment.

“So make it come true,” Kenneth taunts, walking toward me, closing the distance between us.

I grab him by the back of his thighs and hoist him up into my arms, gripping his ass as I walk him through my penthouse and into my bedroom. I throw him on the king-sized bed, and he bounces once, then settles on his back, legs spread open for me. His hand goes to his cock, and I focus on the infinity tattoo as he jacks himself slowly. My blood heats when he moans softly, my eyes snapping up to his blue ones. His lips are slightly parted, his nostrils flaring as he pleasures himself. His next groan snaps me out of my trance, though, and I move to my nightstand drawer and grab the lube, throwing it on the bed next to him.

Kenneth scoots up on the bed, making space for me, and I climb between his legs and kneel. My hands grip his inner thighs as I spread him wider, and his balls tighten. My breath catches in my throat when his hole comes into view, pink and tight likein my dreams. Fuck, how is that even possible? How do I know every single part of a man I barely just met?

My mouth waters with the need to taste him, and I let go of his legs. He doesn’t move them; instead, he widens them impossibly more, knees bent and feet planted on the mattress. I’m breathing hard now, chest heaving as I contemplate how to proceed, but then decide to start by kissing him. I already know I want to taste him—every inch of him. I want to tease him to the point of begging. I want him to plead for my cock to fuck him raw.

I lower myself to him, our cocks pressed together as I kiss him, this time softer but no less hurried. I’m desperate for him, desperate to fill him. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Never wanted to see my cum dripping out of another man. But him? I’ll die if he doesn’t let me.

His skin is soft and warm as my lips are but a whisper over his jaw, and when I get to the side of his neck, I bite and suck until he’s bruised. He writhes under me, whimpering when I let go, moving even lower. I lick and suck on his chest, making my way to his nipple, then take it between my teeth and bite gently. His back arches off the bed, and I let go to continue my descent. When I make it to his cock, lips stopping right at the base, I press my nose into his trimmed hair and inhale deeply. He squirms beneath me, but I hold him still by his hip. He smells of musk and pineapple. A mix of tropical scents that have my nostrils flaring as I try to decide what all the notes are. The groan I let out is deep and raspy, and he grips my hair in response.

I press a kiss to his cock, then lick it from base to tip. He’s breathing hard by the time I wrap my lips around him, and that first deep suck has him gasping sharply. I bob my head up and down, taking him to the back of my throat and sucking hard on the way up, hollowing my cheeks. His moans are a symphony I will never tire of, and when I stop sucking, he huffs.

Gripping his waist, I tell him, “Turn over.” But instead of waiting for him to comply, I flip him myself.

Kenneth chuckles as he props himself up on his arms and arches his back, spreading his legs wider and presenting his ass to me. A highlight reel of my dreams comes true now as I trail a hand down his spine until I’m gripping one cheek, then spreading him to the side. I see his hole, pink puckered skin on display for me, and grab his other cheek to fully spread him. I lower my mouth to him, sucking on his rim softly. He jumps, apparently not prepared for it.

“F-fuck, Conrad,” he says with a gasp. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Tasting you,” I reply, licking him, fluttering my tongue until he moans. “Every inch of you.”

“I’ve never—”

“Don’t tell me no one’s eaten your ass before…” I trail off, suddenly feeling possessive at the thought of me being the first one. The only one. “Is that what you’re saying?”