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I shivered at the loss of his touch, but he shook his head, turned around, and bent over, lifting up his kilt.

He was wearing a black lace thong, his perfect, round ass cheeks on full display.

I smoothed one hand over his right cheek and rubbed my thumb along his crease, feeling him tremble beneath my touch.

Every part of him was beautiful and deserved to be worshiped.

“It’s not the lingerie that’s sexy. It’s all you.”

“Van,” Brodie groaned out my name, and it had never sounded better. He pushed his ass against my hand. “You’re killing me.”

I leaned into him, my denim-covered cock brushing against the heat of his ass cheeks. I kissed his slender shoulder, his neck, and worked my way up to his jaw.

He turned, and I took his mouth as deep as I could at this angle.

I was starved for his taste, addicted after just one kiss, and I didn’t think I’d ever get enough.

My cock was painfully hard, and with every brush against him, it throbbed and jerked in my jeans.

My hand slid around Brodie’s hip, over more smooth skin and quivering muscles.

Through my lusty haze, I remembered that I’d never touched a man like this before. I knew what I liked and what felt good, so I slid my hand under his sexy thong and took him in hand.

A deep groan erupted from his chest as I began to stroke him, the filthy sound ratcheting my desire even higher.

He was leaking pre-cum, his dick heavy, hard, and pulsing in my hand.

I was the one he wanted, and I wanted to make it good for him—the best.

It was already the most incredible experience for me. Every kiss, every touch burning into my brain and wrapping around my heart.

As if sensing my thoughts, Brodie placed his hand over mine and guided me.

And then we were moving together, in sync, like we were on that stage.

Making music of a different kind.

“Van, I can’t hold… I’m gonna—”

His head fell back on my shoulder, and I watched his profile as he shuddered in my arms and came undone. His dick jerked in my grasp, and then my hand was covered in hot cum.

I got so turned on from knowing I was the reason he’d lost control, I came without touching myself.

My balls tightened, my dick twitched, and it was game over. I moaned Brodie’s name as the sharp wave of pleasure snapped through my body and I released my load. I held on tightly to him, one aftershock after another rolling through me .

And we’d only just started…

“What did I tell you?” Brodie panted.

I took in his smug expression, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I demanded.

“Finally.”

I chuckled at Brodie’s reply, and the incredible lightness after such an intense orgasm was amazing.

Then he kissed me, and yeah, amazing was an understatement.

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