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“Are you okay?” Bean asked, dragging me out of my thoughts.

I blinked and realized I’d drifted. “Yeah, sunshine. I’m good.”

He brightened, his eyes alight. Oh, he liked that. He really liked that. “Maybe,” he said slowly, “I should touch you first.”

I grinned at him and pulled back, letting my arms fall to my sides. I was almost hard enough to burst through my zipper, and my cock throbbed with my pulse at the thought of his bare hand touching me. “I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all night.”

“Even better than agreeing to come here?” Bean asked, shifting to the very edge of the bed.

I laughed quietly. “Well. Second best. Get my zipper down, sweetheart. Let me see how you feel with your fingers around my cock.”

Bean let out a soft groan, a single shudder running through him. He went for my zipper, his hands shaking a bit, and he fumbled before sliding it down and popping the button on myjeans. My cock pressed hard against my boxer briefs, and he tugged at the waistband until it slid below the curve of my ass, the front stretched across my thighs.

“Hairy,” he whispered.

“Yeah,” I said with another chuckle that quickly turned into a groan when he ran his short, blunt nails through the hair on my lower stomach. My cock jumped and Bean licked his lips. I wanted to feel his mouth on me, but I was pretty sure we wouldn’t get there tonight.

I felt something like anguish knowing I would be his first in this, but I wouldn’t be his first for everything. Someone else would have the honor of tasting him—of being tasted by him. Of gently lying him down, spreading him wide, and pushing inside him. And if he wanted, being filled and stretched by his dick.

But this would have to do. It would have to be enough. I couldn’t be as selfish as I wanted to be. I wouldn’t hurt a person the way Gio hurt me, and I didn’t trust myself right now to be anything other than an attentive man who made this night perfect.

“Finish undressing me,” I said when he continued to hesitate.

He laughed under his breath and shook his head even as he pulled my pants and boxer briefs all the way down, exposing my cock.

“You’re…” He hesitated and looked up at me. “You’re really beautiful.”

It had been years since anyone had called me that—decades, even. The last time I’d heard it, someone was just trying to get in my pants. But on Bean’s lips, the words were honest. I cupped his chin. “Thank you, sunshine. So are you.” I leaned in and took his mouth in another kiss as I guided his hand toward where I wanted to be touched.

He sucked air in sharply as his fingers curled around me, and my cock throbbed again. Precum pulsed from the tip, wettinghis knuckles as he stroked from root to tip. His thumb rubbed around the head as I pushed my tongue into his mouth in the rhythm I so badly wanted to fuck him with, and he moaned as his grip tightened.

“Easy, baby,” I murmured. He started to pull away, so I closed my hand around his and showed him the way I liked it. Firm, but not enough to stop the blood flow. Quick, but not so quick I wouldn’t be teased.

Bean was an amazingly fast learner. And fuck, he was observant. I was looking down at where he was touching me, but I could feel his gaze on me. Studying me. Paying attention in a way no one ever had before.

He squeezed the tip when his hand came up, and then he loosened his grip just a little as he moved back down. His gaze was locked on mine. “You really like that,” he murmured. It wasn’t a question.

I swallowed heavily and spoke halfway between words and a groan. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“What will it taste like?” His voice was nearly a whisper.“If I suck on it?”

I cupped his jaw again and ran my thumb over his lower lip. “Different from anything you’ve ever had in your mouth, but it’s probably not a good idea tonight.”

He let out a shuddering breath but nodded as his hand sped up. I moaned loudly and fucked my hips forward. “Oh. Oh…wow. Are you going to, um…?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m going to come.” My orgasm had crept up on me, hidden behind the tendrils of pleasure racing through my veins. The edges of my vision went white, and I felt the familiar heat rising. I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to stop it. “Faster. Harder.”

His hand made a slapping sound as he sped up, and he moaned along with me as my hips met his rhythm. And rightbefore I spilled, he grabbed me by the back of the hair and kissed me again. Hot ropes spilled as his tongue licked over mine, and I groaned into the kiss as I leaned in, trapping him against the bed with my entire body while I kicked my jeans and boxer briefs off my ankles and to the floor.

I shuddered with the warm aftershocks, feeling my cock pulsing with my heartbeat. I thrust it along his stomach as I started to soften, kissing him slower and deeper. His body moved with mine like a dance in perfect sync.I pressed him into the mattress with my chest, and his leg curled itself around my hips.

His erection met my soft, bare cock and he fucked his hips forward with a chest-deep moan. “Feels good,” he gasped when he caught his breath.

I smiled at him. “Want to take your pants off?”

His hips lifted next so I could get his jeans and underwear down his ass and legs, and I tossed them to the floor beside my own. He lay beneath me now, entirely naked and gorgeous. He was like a Greek god: perfectly formed with a small sprinkle of dark hair, dusky nipples, and hips like they were cut from marble.

I had to touch him. To kiss him.