Chapter 9

“Please?”

He whispered the single word. It sounded like a shout. I’d been excited already, but his request tuned every nerve in my body as tight as his guitar strings.

“Yes,” I murmured, and before he could move away, scooped my hand around the back of his head to take his mouth again.

This kiss was mine. He might have instigated all this, but I would take it forward from his request on. He’d granted me that right by asking. I claimed his full lips for my own, then swept inside, plunging past his nonexistent defenses to taste the darkest corners of his mouth. Every touch of his tongue against mine only made me hungrier. He leaned into the caress, pliant, willing, almost begging to be consumed.

His hand never stopped moving. He undid my jeans with an expert touch and deftly reached inside to mold over my aching cock. My briefs were wet where pre-come had soaked through, and he rubbed the fabric into the sensitive head, even digging a little into the slit.