Let's Do This

by Loren Leigh

We don’t go around calling each other BFFs and wearing matching bracelets, but that’s exactly what Burkie is to me. And I’d totally wear a Burkie-bracelet.

“What’s, uh.” My voice is rough, cracking with uncertainty. “What are we doing?” “I don’t know.” His smile evaporates, his heels coming back down on the floor. “But whatever it is, I kinda don’t want it to stop.” I swallow. And then the truth is there. Right on my tongue. “Me neither,” I say.

Our mouths meet. His lips are so soft. I sink, lost in a millisecond as I open my mouth to his. I clutch the nape of his neck and pull him closer, my grip rough in contrast with the silky, velvety ache of our kiss. It’s unlike anything. I mean, really, seriously unlike anything. Any kiss I’ve ever had.

“I want you to fuck my mouth.” He licks his lips, his chest pitching with a shaky breath. “Until I fuckin’ gag on you, and I don’t want you to stop until I’ve sucked every drop of your cum deep down my throat.” My hand stills. “Dude.” Holy hell . . . “Were you thinking that the whole time?” “Pretty much.”

“I want to be around you. Wanna be in your bed. With you. Like a whole lot. Just you.” And like that, my whole heart buckles. I hope.

“Jeez, I missed you,” I say. “Like a whole freaking lot. And when I was lying there in your bed—by my lonely-ass self—I thought about how I want people to know that I miss you. That you’re important to me.” His eyes rove around my face. “I want them to know too.”

“That was a good kiss,” he whispers. “Really fuckin’ good.” “And that word you were looking for earlier?” He leans back to wink at me. “I think it was boyfriends.” I close my eyes. “I’m pretty sure it was too.” It feels like my happiness is all around us, fuckin’ everywhere.

Stoppp 🥹

“I love you.” It comes out quietly, tenderly. But strong. Like the truth that it really is. “I want everything with you. A life. A home. Marriage. I’d give up Montreal in a heartbeat for that. I’d give you a home you’d never have to lose.”

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