Chapter 43
As Corey covered his throat with tiny kisses, Ian arched back into the pillow. Moving lower, Corey tongued Ian’s nipples—first one, then the other. Ian moaned in delight. This was definitely worth the wait. The sensations were a hundred times more potent than they had been the night before—he felt every breath tickle his skin, and every kiss left a wet lip print behind. “Yes,” he sighed, fisting his hands in Corey’s thick hair as his friend moved lower, over his belly, lower.“God, yes. Yes.”
Corey knew his way around Ian’s body like a seasoned lover, even if this were their first time. It was so easy, so comfortable, the way their bodies reacted to each other. The way they fit together. “You’re beautiful,” Corey whispered. “More beautiful than any of the girls I’ve ever been with. You’re my first guy, but I’m going to pretend you’re my first ever.”