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before I’d even fully formed an idea.
    He nodded, all ears.
    “Something more, uh, active.”
    He gave me a dirty smile. “What did you have in mind?” Something that would make me seem like I wasn’t out of shape—
    though nothing I could picture seemed to fit that bill. “Well, we could….” I trailed off and hoped that, in his enthusiasm, Jacob would come up with something.
    He pulled me against him chest to chest, moved to stroke my hair back and then changed his mind at the last second, as if he was afraid he’d wreck it by touching it. “You want to fuck me?” Um. Oh.

    He looked pretty jazzed, so I made myself nod as if that was exactly what I’d been getting at. It’s not that I didn’t think Jacob’s ass was a damn fine ass, but with our bodies—him massive, me gangly—I felt like a greyhound attempting to mount a mastiff whenever we changed things up.
    “Let’s do it in the bathroom,” he said. “In the mirror.” Oh God. Not only did I have to do the deed, I had to see myself in action. I’d be lucky if I could even get it up.
    At least we kept the primo lube in there—the silicone that lets you hump for hours, even underwater. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice if I kept my eyes shut.
    I followed him in and he turned on me suddenly, and nuzzled my jaw.
    “Tell me what to do.”
    I tried to think athletic, but absolutely nothing came to mind, so I said, “Kiss my neck.” I’m notoriously weak-willed when it comes to my neck. Maybe I’d get into the spirit of things more quickly if he was working on my…yeah.
    Jacob’s mouth was a thing of beauty. I slipped my arms around his shoulders and pressed myself against his body— big and warm, solid, hairy where I liked it, smooth along his back, inside his thighs. I slipped a hand alongside his balls to remind myself how silky smooth he felt down there in the crease of his thigh, and hot and moist, the heat of the day. He moaned against my neck, and I felt a most definite stirring.
    I could do it. No problem. I could be very…athletic. All I needed was the proper motivation.
    “Touch my nipples. Not hard, not yet. But make me feel it.” Jacob mumbled against my neck and slid his hands up my ribs. He took both nipples at the same time, one in each hand, and rolled them between thumb and forefinger. My cock twitched, and he made another pleased sound along the spit-wet skin beside my Adam’s apple.
    “No hickeys, mister. You’re in deep shit if you mark me up.” A rumbly laugh. A gentle bite. My cock rose and made a right angle to the rest of my body. I let the head glide over his hip, and he made another satisfied sound against my throat.
    Bossing Jacob around, I could get used to it. For the evening, anyway.
    “Enough of that. Kneel. Hands behind your back.” He pulled away and paused to look at me for a moment, then smiled to himself as he complied. Or maybe it was my hair he’d been admir-ing. Same difference. Maybe.
    He knelt on the tiny rubber-backed square of machine-washable carpet. It wasn’t exactly the most padded thing in the house, but it would do.
    I grabbed him by the head and let my fingertips rake along the sides of his scalp. I liked his hair a touch longer, the way it was now. It gave me something to hold onto while I said, “Kiss my cock.” Jacob leaned in, keeping his hands obediently clasped behind his back. His arms were thick and strong, with defined parts that I didn’t even know the names of, since my knowledge of anatomy stops after biceps and triceps—and a golden tan from mowing our ragged strip of lawn in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, a determined scowl, and a sultry sheen of sweat.
    His beard tickled my shaft. Small kisses. Brushes of lips teased my cock, fluttering along the underside, the base. My knees felt a bit weak. I leaned against the sink. “Lick it.”
    Hot and wet, like he’d been dying to taste me. I closed my eyes and felt his head advance and retreat while his tongue slid up and