My brain is still floating somewhere above the porch. “Right… about what?” I mumble.He gives me a look so intense it feels like my bones might melt.“You’re a very good kisser.”The noise that escapes me is horrifying. Some unholy mix between a squeak and a choke.I would absolutely die of embarrassment but chaos suddenly erupts across the street.“What the…?” Cole turns, squinting toward Luca and Tyler’s house.I follow his gaze.Something’s wrong with the window. There are hands moving around behind the glass arms waving but no faces. No bodies.Just frantic movement.“That’s weird,” I say. “Did something fall? I swear I heard a crash earlier.”Cole studies it for a second. “Pretty sure there used to be blinds on that window.”I blink. “Wait… the blinds are gone?&r

Not even close.Nathan looks like he’s living the greatest night of his life.Cole finally hangs up after receiving very strict instructions: he is absolutely not allowed to pick Nathan up before ten tomorrow morning.Why?Because apparently “Granny makes pancakes on Saturdays and Sundays.”Cole lowers the phone slowly.“Hmph.”I shrug. “Well… I guess he’s not suffering too much.”“No,” Cole mutters. “Guess he’s not.”“That’s good though, right?”“So good.”We stare at each other.Then we both burst out laughing.“I know I’m pathetic,” Cole says, shaking his head. “What’s your excuse?”“My excuse?” I spread my hands dramatically. “Nathan is illegally adorable. That child could cure bad moods on contact. It’s not fair. He’s just… ridiculously great.”Cole’s shoulders lift slightly, pride flickering across his face.“Thanks.”“You’re doing an amazing job with him,” I add quietly. “Seriously. You’re a great dad.”He says thank you again but this time his voice sounds rougher.We’re stan

“But I’m learning,” he adds. “So… we go slow.”My brain turns into soup.“I guess you’ll have to be gentle with me.”I nod.Shake my head.Make a strange gurgling noise.He lifts my chin with one finger so I’m forced to meet his eyes.“Here’s the plan,” he says calmly. “I take some of your clothes off.”My lungs forget how to function.“You stay still.”My heart slams against my ribs.“And I… explore.”My shoulders start trembling uncontrollably.“O-okay.”His hands smooth down the front of my T-shirt.Slow.Warm.Heavy.I stare at them.“Uh-uh,” he murmurs, tapping two fingers under his own eyes. “Look at me.”I drag my gaze up.“Eyes here. The whole time.”I nod

“Mm ” I agree weakly, blinking as my vision briefly doubles before settling back on him.His hand moves.Up.Then down.Stars explode behind my eyes.He’s right.I’m hard.Harder than last night.Harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life.I start shifting helplessly in place, small desperate sounds slipping out of me every time his hand moves.His touch is cautious. Curious. Almost shy.And he keeps laughing softly.Little breathy laughs every time he touches me again.Not mocking.Never that.He’s laughing because he’s enjoying himself.Because he’s happy.“Wow,” he says.Then again a moment later.“Wow.”Every time he says it, my body reacts even more.He tugs my hair gently, pulling me forward into another kiss.This one isn’t gentle.It&rsqu

Low.Deep.His cock burns hot in my palm. The sensation is strange both familiar and completely new at the same time.I stroke him the same way I stroke myself.He jerks violently in my arms, trying to stay still, trying to take it, but his body won’t cooperate. Each sound he makes grows rougher, more desperate.The weight of him presses against me solid, warm.Heavier than I expected.Exactly what I want.My free arm wraps firmly around his chest, holding him tight so he knows I’ve got him.Then I turn my head.My lips hover close to his ear.“Show me,” I whisper.I pull my hand away and guide his into place instead.He whines half protest, half need but he obeys instantly.And the sight nearly wrecks me.I watch him touch himself.His thumb presses firmly at the base while his other hand forms a loose grip around his shaft, sliding up and down. He

And then he does it slides past my defenses without force, just slow and deliberate. He knows exactly how to reach me.I’m supposed to be the strong one. The unshakable one. The one in control. But with him… there are no shields left.“Was that… okay?” he asks, voice low, teasing. “Touching a dick that isn’t yours?”“It was good,” I admit, voice cracking slightly. But the truth doesn’t stop there. It tumbles out before I can catch it. “I… I didn’t know how I’d feel. I imagined it abstractly curious, questioning, cautious. I thought I’d like it because I like you… but I liked it more. I liked it for me too.”He hums, nestling his forehead against my lips. “Damn, Captain,” he whispers. “You’re good.”I trace my fingers down his back, arch, and the swell of his ass before swatting him playfully. His head snaps u

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