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Slowly, I pull away, feeling my heart thundering in my chest. It’s all I can hear, that white rushing noise and the sound of Damon breathing.
“What was that?” he asks, his eyes fluttering open.
For a second, I worry that he’s disappointed. The kiss did suck. Not my finest moment. I basically landed on his mouth like the astronauts on the moon. And it wasn’t even that impressive.
“Sorry,” I say, and Damon’s tongue peeks out from between those lips.
“Why are you apologizing?” he asks, cocking his head at me.
“It wasn’t very good,” I manage to say. My words are barely audible and slightly jumbled. I feel drunk. I wish I were drunk.
“Well, luckily for you, I’m a man who loves second chances.”
His teeth sink into his bottom lip, and then I decide what the hell. Reaching out, I grab on to him again and pull him into me, wanting to prove myself. To show him that straight guyscankiss.
Not that I’m straight.
Maybe a bit more bent than I thought.
Damon clutches my shoulders and sinks into me, letting my lips pull at his, letting my tongue slide across the crease of his mouth. And when I finally enter him, Damon is groaning, his hands in my hair, his body arching into mine.
And I’m not much better. I’m holding on for dear life. Savoring the taste of him, the feel of him.
The sound of him.
Fuck, he sounds like a porn star.
He is a porn star.
My porn.
My cock hardens between my legs, and I rut against him, our kiss quickly turning into something less innocent—into something obscene—but I can’t stop and neither can he.
Finally, finally, the two of us pull away, our chests heaving as we stare at each other. His lips are red, his cheeks slightly abraded from my stubble, and I’m sure I look the same.
Just utterly and completely wrecked.
“That was…” he lets out a wobbly sigh. “That was really damn good for a second chance.”
Thank fuck for that. But I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to keep going, but the woof outside the door and the frantic pawing at the wood told us that we needed to stop. At least for now. With wobbly legs, Damon makes his way over to the door and opens it, letting the dogs meander in.
They sniff at the two of us, Peanut putting his face right in Damon’s crotch.
“I swear, you are disgusting,” he mutters as he pushes him away. “The only person I want sniffing around my crotch is Tomas. Not you.”
Peanut woofs in derision, and I manage a startled laugh. I can kiss him, can rut my cock against his bare leg, but the thought of sniffing around his dick is a little much. Maybe not. Everything feels so different with him.
Fuck, I don’t even know if I want to do that.
I don’t know what I want.
I just know that I want him. Nothing is really off-limits when it comes to Damon.
“It seems these sad doggos need some attention. How about something predictable? A movie?”
He holds out his hand, and I wrap mine in his, letting him lead me out of the room where my first kiss with a man happened.
Not just any man.
