Page 103 of Himbo Hitman
At my voice, he immediately jolts upward. “No.” The way his voice strains confirms this was a very, very good decision. “And the stupid thing won’t go down.”
“I’m sure I can figure out a way to make it happen.”
“Quickly? Because I’m going to need you to do it quickly.”
Oof, he’s adorable. I hate it because it pulls at this part of me I didn’t know existed. I like a guy who can hold his own, but Perry somehow awakens a new, exciting side of me that loves the way he looks at me like he can’t physically look away. It messes with my head.
He stands up, and immediately, my attention slips to the way he’s tenting the front of that towel. I’m desperate to see what he’s hiding under there.
The unbridled want in his eyes shutters as he echoes the same craving right back to me. Perry crosses the room, and there’s no more hesitating as he cradles the back of my head and crushes our mouths together. His nerves are completely gone as he owns my mouth and roughly pushes his tongue inside, feeding me a groan of relief and need that sinks into my limbs and brings my own dick to life.
My hands find his hips as I tug him against me, bodies colliding, Perry kissing me like it might be the last time, and I’m scared he might be onto something. Neither of us knows what comes next, so I kiss him back just the same.
He tastes like mint and something I can’t name but is completely him. It makes my head buzzy and light as I run my hands up his smooth, broad back.
“How do you do this to me?” he mutters against my mouth as he scrambles for the buttons on my shirt.
“Just returning the favor.”
Perry shakes his head, slightly damp black hair jumping with the movement. “There’s no way. No way I’m making you like this. It’s not possible.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m reevaluating the importance of every other damn thing in my life.”
The confession isn’t what I was expecting, but fuck if I don’t feel it too. It’s hard to work out if it’s the wild shift my life has taken or Perry in general bursting in and upending literally every-fucking-thing.
I bite down on his bottom lip, not able to hold back anymore. This driving need for him is deeper than I’ve ever felt, and I’m so caught up in it that when I grip his towel tighter and it comes loose, I revel at warm, bare skin meeting my hands instead.
“Love a man with easy access.”
“Lucky for you, then, because I’m all out of underwear.”
“What happened to the ones you were wearing last night?”
Perry groans and licks along the length of my mouth. “Dunno. Probably back at the apartment.”
Of course they are. He’s a fucking disaster, and maybe I should do some emotional soul-searching for why I find that so hot, but I don’t. I just let him pull my shirt from my shoulders and then resettle my hands on his firm glutes.
He moans into my throat, kissing a line down to where the dip of my shoulder starts, and I shamelessly palm the muscles under my hands. God, I want to bury my cock between them. He’s got the most fuckable ass, and the vibes I get from him give the impression he’s never made use of it. Testing out my theory, I dip my finger gently down the top of his crease.
Perry trembles against me. “Nmpff. That’s … different.”
“Just tell me to stop.”
“I’d rather tell you to get out of your fucking pants.” The needy lilt to his words is addictive.
“Make me.”
He’s not careful about it, and he doesn’t put on a show, which somehow makes his frantic, desperate tug of the button and zipper sexier than I could have imagined.
“Get … off …” Perry grunts before my pants slip down my legs and pool on the floor. Then he grips my boxer briefs and shoves them to the floor as well.
When he stands again, he’s biting the knuckles on his good hand, eyes locked on my cock. With some breathing room betweenus, I take a moment to finally get an eyeful of the body he’s kept hidden. Firm pecs, a hint of abs, then a thick, long cock pressing upward from full balls.
I’ve changed my mind. I need him in my mouth.
Before he can recover from seeing me naked, my mouth finds his. Perry matches my urgency, licking and nipping and gripping my hair with his good hand as I back him toward the bed. He’s hairier than me and broader, but my muscles are more defined, and where my cock is a bit smaller, it’s the perfect length for fucking.
