Page 49 of The Key Holder

“Mm-hmm,” I answered quickly, not wanting to break the kiss for too long. I snaked one hand around his body, threading my fingers into his hair, and the other went straight to his chest.

When his hand slid low enough for his fingers to press into the curve of my ass, I started to rock gently in a circular motion. I hoped it would feel good for him, especially since his dick had to be filling out those tiny briefs.

“Oh fuck!” Ford cried out, throwing his head back against the headboard.

I took the opportunity to pounce, pushing him back, and latched my mouth onto his neck, kissing and sucking down until I reached a beautiful dark pink nipple. Playing with the tip of my tongue, I circled it gently then engulfed the entire thing and sucked hard.

“Dylan!” His grip on me strengthened and his hips bucked up, causing me to lose my balance and topple forward.

The blanket fell to the side and I was completely naked on top of the man of my dreams.

I lay in his arms, the silence broken only by our labored breathing. The key to my sexual freedom was inches from my face.

But now wasn’t the time. Not yet anyway.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered, looking up to watch his reaction.

His body stiffened as he groaned, but when he didn’t say anything, I moved my hand down his torso and found his hard cock, straining in his briefs. After three achingly slow, teasing strokes, up and down his shaft, he whispered back, “We can’t.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t want it as much as I do.” I leaned down and licked his nipple again, pulling back just enough to bite the very tip, earning another groan.

“I don’t have any condoms, do you?”

“I trust you if you trust me,” I said.

“I—”

“I tested a month after the last asshole broke my heart and I haven’t been with anyone since,” I blurted, hoping that it didn’t kill the moment.

“It’s been two for me,” Ford said.

“Months?”

“Years.”

“Years?!” I repeated, slipping my hand under the waistband and wrapping my fingers around his cock. “We definitely need to do something about that.”

“You’re relentless.” He closed his eyes and bucked his hips ever-so-slightly as I squeezed his girthy shaft. It felt bigger than I imagined.

“You’ve been very good to me all summer, and now I just want one more thing.”

He chuckled, keeping his eyes closed. “Just one?”

“Well I can think of a few things, but one will do for now.”

With a few quick tugs, I pulled his underwear down to his thighs, then used my foot to take them off the rest of the way.

“Jesus.” His cock was cut like mine, but bigger and thicker. Really thick. Like a fucking Pringles can.

“What?” Ford glanced down.

I knew the answer already, but I asked anyway. “Do you have lube?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Good, because I’m gonna need it.”

He stretched, reaching over to pull a drawer open. I watched the muscles ripple in his stomach, the way his body strained with the movement. He was absolutely gorgeous.