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“You’re straight.”
Humming, I reach down and run a finger down his cock, smirking when it twitches. He gasps, fingers knotting in my hair.
I peer up at him with an arched look. “Pretty sure that ship sailed the second I shoved you up against a tree and got hard over another cock pressing against me.”
He blinks at me.
Fisting his cock, I stroke it up and down, drawing it to full-mast.
Jesus, to be this young again.
Not that I’m old by most people’s definition, but my refractory period is nowhere near as short as his is. He just came down my throat in the shower not even twenty minutes ago, and he’s already raring to go once more.
And yes, I swallowed his load like a champ.
It was fucking delicious—salty with a hint of musk, and surprisingly sweet.
Who knew?
Skyler shudders as if remembering and I dip down, burying a wicked grin in his chest.
“W-wait. The tree?”
There it is.
Nodding, I pull his nipple into my mouth, eliciting another sexy little gasp.
“B-b-but—” He stutters out, squirming, thrusting up into my hand like he can’t help himself.
Taking pity on him—well, some—I give his nipple one last little suck, then lift my head, taking in his cute, confused frown.
I reach up, cupping his cheek, forcing his own hand to drift down around my nape. Our arms cross awkwardly, but we don’t move.
“I didn’t know how to bring it up…Wasn’t even sure it’d make things better at that point, not when I was so damn caught off guard…and, well, struggling to come to terms with what it meant.”
His frown deepens, those rich chocolate orbs of his searching mine. “You…got hard?”
I nod. “I felt yours and…hell, I don’t think I ever popped a boner so quick.”
A short, abrupt laugh bursts out of him, his cheeks flaming. “Really?”
I grin, wagging my brows. “Turns out I like dick. Who knew?”
“And here I missed it,” he says, voice fading into a barely-there whisper.
Mouth thinning, I smooth my thumb over his furrowed brow. “You were a little preoccupied.”
He winces, looking down. “I thought you’d hate me. I felt disgusting.”
Growling, I pinch his cheeks together, forcing him to lift his gaze to me. “You are the farthest thing from disgusting. And even if my body didn’t react—even if we didn’t end up where we are now—I’d still never hate you, or find you disgusting. Your body reacting to what we stumbled upon, and then to my proximity, was perfectly natural.”
“Because I’m gay,” he whispers, like it suddenly means something different.
I shrug. “Well, yeah. Like I said, natural.”
He shakes his head in wonder. “How are you so okay with this?” he asks again.
“I don’t know,” I tell him truthfully. “If this was a year ago, and I still thought myself happily married, with a baby…No, I would definitely be freaking out a lot more.” I pause meaningfully. “But not because you’re a guy.”
