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with his face so close, they looked like dark wings as his eyelids drifted shut, his body drawing closer… and then his mouth was on mine.
    As intense as the other kisses were, this was somehow more. Slower, less frantic, deeper. His tongue explored my mouth with long, slow passes, like we had all the time in the world and nothing to do or think about other than kissing. Tanner’s lips were sweet, but his tongue was vaguely spicy. He tasted fucking incredible. His hand cupped the back of my neck again, and I sighed so deep in my throat that I felt it vibrate all the way into my chest.
    Tanner’s cock flexed against my stomach, and I strained to be closer to him. This wasn’t some heated spontaneous act of passion. This was… this was… real. His hips moved, and I bucked against him. God he felt good—hard cock, lean body, warm tongue. My brain spun from the mix of sensations.
    His mouth slid from my lips to my neck. “It’s okay to touch me, you know.”
    I struggled to swallow. Touch him. “Okay.”
    It wasn’t cold anymore, but I shivered. His breath heated my neck. Silky hair swept across my chin as he moved to my collarbone, his teeth grazing my skin. My hand shook as I brought it to his waist. He sucked in a breath as his muscles bunched beneath my fingers. Taking that as a positive sign, I inched my hand between us. His shorts were soft cotton, like a T-shirt, and I could feel every ridge, every contour of his erection as I palmed it through the thin fabric.
    Tanner hissed the second I started to stroke. Knowing I’d made him make that sound turned me on more than I could have thought possible. Do. Not. Come. I didn’t know what to focus on. I didn’t want to fuck up what I was doing, but if I thought about his cock too much, I was going to explode. If I thought about my cock, forget it. Then his hand wrapped around me and I couldn’t think at all. Fuck .
    He gave a few slow strokes through my shorts, then slipped his hand inside. I whimpered at the feel of his skin against mine. His cock expanded in response. I guess he likes sounds . I couldn’t remember a time when I’d done anything sexual and made so much noise. Usually silence was essential, part of the deal, so parents or roommates wouldn’t hear. Not tonight.
    Tanner let go of me and tugged at my shorts. As soon as I started to push them down, he rolled onto his back and took his own off, kicking them away under the covers before rolling toward me. This time when I touched him, I felt him. Smooth, hot skin slid beneath my fingers, gliding up and down his length. He was uncut, like me, and I was grateful. I’d heard cut guys talk about how it hurt to jerk off without lube. I already felt like I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, at least this felt… familiar.
    My palm grew slick with precome as the sound of stroking filled the room. Was there any sound sexier? I couldn’t think of one. I couldn’t think past how amazing it felt to have him in my hand. Pulling his skin taut, I lightly stroked his balls and was rewarded with a deep groan as his hips started to pump into my fist.
    “Fuck, yes.”
    Hearing his voice all choked and strained made me even harder. His breaths grew faster, fierce puffs that let me know he was getting close. Nothing in the world seemed more important than making him come. I wanted it. Wanted to know I’d made it happen. Nudging his head away, I found his lips with mine and kissed him, hard. This time he whimpered. The sound shot through me like it was electric, sending goose bumps scattering all over my body.
    Feeling bold, I shoved him onto his back. With girls I’d always been so gentle, moved with so much care, not wanting to hurt them or scare them. With Tanner? He was my size, almost exactly, and probably a little stronger. I wasn’t worried about being too rough—I wasn’t worried about anything. I just wanted to keep touching him. Stroking his cock felt amazing. Like stroking my own but different.