Because it made me bend forward, my fly digging almost painfully into my balls, so I could graze my lips over his. The pose arched his neck backward, bowing to my will, but he didn’t look away. He almost seemed to welcome my gentle assault.
“What’re you waiting for?” he murmured. “Fuck my mouth.”
I held him like that, shivering at the tremors that were starting to ripple beneath his skin. “Is that what you invite every stranger who shows up at your door to do?”
“Never.”
“Even as lonely as it must get up here?”
The gaze that had been watching my mouth drifted up to my eyes. The earlier joy had disappeared, leaving behind only shadows. “You don’t have to be stuck in a cabin in Alaska to be lonely.”