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“Ah, fuck.” He adjusted himself on the pillow, his legs shaking as he exposed himself to me. “I can’t believe I’m doing this…holy shit.”
I gripped my cock at the root, trying to stop myself from shooting too early. His furry hole was now on display as he sucked on one of his fingers, then circled around his rim.
“Christ, Lane. That’s so hot. Keep going.”
He looked away, the bloom of color now spreading across his neck and chest, his nipples stiff as he dipped one finger inside, then two. He groaned and rocked a little, a string of precome sticking to his stomach. And I wasn’t much better, so I used my thumb to swipe at the slit and help me along.
I watched as Delaney lost himself to the sensation as he stroked his cock, fingered himself, and shut his eyes. His self-awareness had faded to the background, and I loved seeing that. Besides, I was being treated to an amazing show. “You’re gorgeous, Lane. Just look at you.”
“No, you are.” His eyes opened, his gaze latching on to mine. “I haven’t given it much thought before—the beauty of a man. But every time I’m around you, I can’t help being drawn to you, to how beautiful you are. And not just on the outside, but the inside too. Anyone who gets to have you would be lucky.”
I was struck dumb in that moment, my chest aching with affection and longing.
“What if…” I swallowed roughly, my whole body trembling. “What if I hope it’s you who gets to have me?”
“Fuck, Marc.” His eyes softened as he bit his lip. “I pretend it’s you. Every time I do this, I pretend it’s you.”
“Goddamn it.” I started stroking myself faster.
His moan was sensual, carnal, as he fingered himself. “Every time I stuff my fingers inside me, I hope it’s gonna be you who gives me this.”
“I hope so too.” I shuddered, my balls aching and my spine tingling. “Now make yourself come, Lane. Because I’m about to shoot.”
His face was so serious, his gaze so hungry as he stroked himself into oblivion. He groaned as his seed spurted all over his chest, and I felt like I was in the center of a lightning storm, my shaft the main conductor, shooting off with a force I hadn’t felt in quite some time.
As we slowly came back to ourselves, I reached for my underwear to clean the come off my stomach, and he did the same with a T-shirt. He got under his covers and reached for his phone to give me a close-up of his face—his dreamy eyes and rosy cheeks. “You okay?”
“I’m perfect,” I said in a jumbled voice as I got under the warmth of my own sheets. “You should get some sleep.”
“Will you stay on with me a little bit longer?” he asked around a yawn as his arm stretched to shut off his bedside lamp.
My chest throbbed at the sweetness of the request. “Of course.”
I shut off my own light, then closed my eyes. A minute went by, then another… He was silent, so I thought maybe he’d already fallen asleep.
But then I heard his thick voice. “Will you come to New York with us?”
My pulse pitched. “You don’t have to inv—”
“The truth is, I want you there. And so does Grant. Why do I need any excuses for that? So…at least think about it?”
“I will.” I sighed, wishing more than ever that I was there in person. “Now go to sleep.”
“You won’t hang up?” he asked, his voice growing drowsier. But I heard the underlying neediness too, to not be alone, and I certainly didn’t want to be either.
“Not a chance. Sweet dreams.”
When I startled awake sometime in the middle of the night, my cell was still in my hand, but the call had ended.
21
Delaney
Fuck, had that really happened between Marcus and me? Talk about dating in the twenty-first century. Well, not really dating, just…what? Sexting? Hooking up via video? I had never done any such thing in my life, but it was easily one of the hottest in my memory. And the fact that it was with Marcus added an extra layer of…everything.
It was Thanksgiving morning, and I’d just gotten off the phone with my mother-in-law, who promised me they were both on the mend and would be fine with the chicken noodle soup and crackers I’d dropped off for them last night.
I jumped in the shower, my dick immediately growing stiff as I thought about the other night. I swore to God, it’d better calm down before we arrived at his mom’s house. To help it along, I jerked off fast and came hard, thinking about Marcus’s voice urging me on and how he’d looked ruined afterward, which made me feel satisfied in a way I hadn’t in quite some time. I again wished it’d all taken place with him being in my bed without any fears of repercussions.
