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I feel small—which isn’t a feeling Ieverhave—and almost vulnerable under his gaze. His hand runs from my shoulder all the way down to my briefs, where he toys with the elastic with his thumb.
I clear the nerves from my throat and ask, “Do you want them off?”
“Yeah,” he answers honestly.
“Can you go first?”
His eyes search mine for a second before he nods and pushes up onto his knees. Then he shoves his underwear down. His thick cock bounces back against his stomach before settling, and my gaze locks onto it. He doesn’t have any tattoos on his groin or his thighs, and it almost looks odd to be able to see Ford’s bare skin. Intimate.
My tongue swipes my lips as I keep focused on his shiny head, but when I go to rid myself of my briefs, Ford’s hands cover mine.
“Can I?”
“Yeah,” I croak.
His fingers curl under the elastic, and he very slowly drags them off me. My cock throbs under his attention, and when Ford leans in, achingly slowly, to press his face against it, the only thought in my mind ismore.
He licks a thigh-shuddering stripe up my cock before settling over me again.
“That’s one nice-tasting cock you have there.”
I bat at him. “That was my line.”
“Also the truth. I just never thought to compliment someone on it before.”
“Learning so much from me already.” I twist my arms around him and ease him down on top of me. He kicks his briefs off the rest of the way.
“Ooh, I like this.” He shifts so our cocks press together, and my eyes almost roll back at the feeling. “Fuck, you’re a work of art.”
“My heart is beating so hard I might be sick, so I need you to kiss me again.”
He chuckles as I tug his mouth down to meet mine. His beard scrapes my stubble, big arms slide under my shoulders, hard body rubbing over me and creating an incredible pressure under his weight.
I sink into the kiss as his tongue takes control of mine, and everything else disappears. His taste and his confidence have made me hard as a shaken soda can and about as ready to explode. The needy pressure building is incredible. The longer we kiss, the harder it is to remember what I was so hesitant about.
My cock slides against his, dry but eager, over and over. My legs have closed around him at some point, and I’m rubbing off on him like my life depends on it.
“I have lube in the bedroom.”
“Take me there.”
Ford jumps up, dragging me with him, but I don’t want to stop kissing him and break this spell he has over me. We stumble our way down the hall, knocking into walls, and laughing into each other’s mouths as we meet for kiss after kiss after kiss.
Everywhere he touches me burns in the most incredible way, and it’s been too long since I’ve had this. This gut-swooping, skin-tingling kind of high. I’d resigned myself to the idea I’d never have it again when Ford stomped into my shop with those heavy boots, tight pants, and attitude too big to be contained.
“On the bed, sweetheart,” he pants as he extracts himself from me and goes over to a drawer. He pulls out the lube and coats himself with it as I lie back, ready to feel him on top of me again.
We’re separated for maybe thirty seconds, and it’s already too long. As soon as he’s close enough, our mouths meet hungrily, and he grinds his slick cock down over mine. His hand closes around us both, and I bite back a moan, heels digging into the mattress.
It’s indescribable, the way we feel together. I want to be cool, and I want to take my time, instead of acting like a complete fucking virgin at forty-five, but more than that, I want a chance to enjoy this. To capture this feeling, the bone-melting need mixed with that ballooning in my chest.
I’m not idiotic enough to think it’s love or anything like that, but I do know I care about Ford. There’s a deep affection between us, more than friendship but separate to any kind of relationship. It’s incredible how far we’ve built it in a little over a month, and the dizzying pace we’re moving at cements that certainty, deep in my gut, that this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Ford thrusts into his fist, the drag of his cock over mine creating a friction that’s making my brain check out. My legs wrap around his thighs, hands closing over his large, muscled ass, encouraging him to move faster.
“Mmph. Yes.” He grunts. “You good?”
“Need more. Just more,” I pant into his mouth. “Give me more.More.”
