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the tip and dripped in slow motion, connected to its point of origin by a shining liquid thread which thinned and broke as Dean watched.
Dean thought he’d never seen anything so alluring. Following a sudden whim, he stretched out a hand toward Sommer. “Come kiss me.”
Sommer straddled his hips, leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. A lock of Sommer’s hair tickled Dean’s cheek. The sleek strands smelled of apple-scented shampoo, enhancing rather than masking the scents of spunk and male arousal. Dean opened his mouth with a sigh and let Sommer’s tongue in to wind around his. The fronts of Sommer’s knees pressed against the backs of Dean’s spread thighs, the hairs rough and scratchy on his skin.
Dean ran both hands up and down Sommer’s sides as the kiss grew heated. His skin was warm and smooth beneath Dean’s palms.
“How do you want it?” Sommer murmured, lips brushing a feathery trail down Dean’s throat. “On your back, or on all fours?”
“I don’t really care, as long as I get your cock up my ass pretty damn soon.” Dean dug his fingers into Sommer’s back and arched his neck, the feel of Sommer’s lips and tongue sending shockwaves through him. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
Privately, he hoped Sommer preferred him on hands and knees, so he wouldn’t have to see whatever there was to see in Sommer’s eyes. But not if it would keep Sommer from fucking him.
Sommer drew back and laid a warm palm on Dean’s cheek. “I want you on your back. So I can see your face. Is that okay?”
Dean bit his lip. “Sure,” he heard himself say.
Sommer’s smile made the small lie worthwhile. Resuming his previous position kneeling between Dean’s legs, Sommer snatched up the condom packet and tore it open. “Lift your legs up. Let me see your hole.”
Dean obediently bent his knees to his chest, hands around the backs of his thighs to hold the position. He watched Sommer roll the condom over his cock. The man had such graceful hands. Dean thought he could spend hours just watching Sommer’s long, slim fingers move.
A soft chuckle made Dean look up. Sommer smiled down at him, one hand around the base of his cock and the other warm on Dean’s thigh. “What are you thinking about, Dean?”
“Your hands,” Dean answered, his brain too blood-deprived to bother with anything but the truth. “They’re sexy.”
Sommer’s head tilted, one shoulder lifting in a semi-shrug. His embarrassment at the compliment was palpable. It was adorable, and just made Dean want him more.
Picking up the bottle of lube, Sommer poured a generous handful and coated his latex-sheathed cock. He leaned forward, resting his weight on one hand and pressing two slick fingers of the other into Dean’s ass.
“Are you ready?” Sommer whispered, staring into Dean’s eyes.
Mouth dry and heart racing, Dean nodded. Sommer pulled his fingers out of Dean and rested the tip of his prick against the stretched hole. His hips rocked forward, pushing the head of his cock inside, and Dean gasped. “Oh fuck yes.”
Sommer didn’t speak, but the rough rasp of his breathing announced his excitement loud and clear. Another sharp thrust, and his shaft was fully buried in Dean’s body. Dean shut his eyes and concentrated on the pleasurable burn in his hole and the fullness in his ass. Now if only Sommer would move, drag that thick cock over his prostate a few times…
A slide out, a thrust in, and Dean’s wish came true. He cried out as Sommer’s prick nailed his gland over and over. “God, yes. Harder.”
Sommer raised up long enough to wrap Dean’s legs around his waist. He fell forward onto both hands, staring down at Dean with fire in his eyes. “You want me to fuck you hard, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” Dean answered, feeling weak and breathless. His cock was fully hard again and dripping pre-come on his belly. “Pound my ass good.”
Dean had been with a lot of men in his life. Most of them, he’d found, either held back