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Parker’s chest heaves noticeably. “I want you inside me. Fuck me, Evan.”

I’m fine with anything, as long as he’s here in my bed.

I kiss my way down his torso, across his stomach. “You’re so hot.”

“That’s definitely not an athlete’s body,” he murmurs. There’s a hint of insecurity in his voice.

“What am I supposed to do with that? Boring. I see it in the mirror every day. I’m not that self-absorbed.”

Finally, he laughs, and his tension eases. “Ah, I’m doing you a favor by having skipped the gym for years.”

He’s as perfect as ever. How can I tell him that? “That’s right. This is all for me.” I sit up and grab the back of his knee. From there, I kiss my way down to his groin and gently nibble on the tender skin there.

Parker writhes and moans. His hands find my head again. What do I have to do to make them stay there forever?

I push his knees apart and slide myself between them. He lifts his hips, and I work my way down to his balls. I gently suck on one, pulling at it. His thrust meets me again. Parker’s impatience is wonderful. It’s the ultimate turn-on.

I let his ball slip out of my mouth and lick along his cock. I realize that’s not nearly enough. “Can I get you ready?” I ask, my face pressed against his stomach.

“Yeah. Sure. Should I . . . ”

I reach for his hips. He responds to the gentle pressure and turns. Immediately, he drops to his knees.

I kiss one butt cheek, the other, and run my hand over his lower back. “Lube?” he asks.

“One moment,” I reply. “First, I want to taste you.”

“Fuck.” Parker lowers himself onto his forearms, pushing his ass even closer to me.

I grab him, pull his ass cheeks apart, and plant a kiss on his hole. Parker moans, which spurs me on. I lick along his folds, feeling my way into his sensitive entrance. He reacts to every stroke, every kiss. He writhes and moans. He’s uninhibited. Every sound he makes is pure passion.

With one hand, I reach for his cock. Parker presses his face into my pillow.

I gently let go of him and lean over him until my hard cock rests against his crack. “I’ll grab a condom and some lube.”

Parker sinks back onto the mattress. “Mahhh . . . ”

I reach over him for the stuff on the nightstand next to my bed. “Whatever that’s supposed to mean.” I breath the words into his neck and kiss it.

My cock is hard and throbbing furiously. I rub gently along him. Fuck. That’s hot.

Much to my regret, I push myself up, losing all that friction in the process. I drip some lube onto my fingers and am tempted to let it fall onto Parker’s hot skin. Another time. Tonight, I want to pleasure him.

Gently, I spread the gel between his butt cheeks. I search for his opening and lean toward his neck. “Can I?” I tap against his hole, and Parker pushes his butt toward me. My fingertip slides easily into him. Hot and velvety, he closes around me. I stroke inside him, exploring the muscular ring.

“More,” Parker whispers.

I add a second finger stretching his opening. Parker moves against it.

I tentatively stroke along the rim with a third finger.

“I want you.” Parker gasps.

I pull out of him, grab the condom, roll it on, and quickly slather lube on my cock.

I quickly slide closer to him. Parker turns toward me, grabbing my thigh. “Slowly? I haven’t done this in forever.”

I lean toward him and brush a kiss against his lips. “Of course.”