“Jesus—fuck.” Nash began to fuck my grip, hinging forward, dropping his clenched fists on either side of my head. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, holding his face inches from mine, knowing this was it. That more than having him naked on top of me and his dick in my hand, if my lips touched his, that lid my wise and wonderful twin had been banging on about would fly off into the stratosphere and never come down. That if I kissed him, I’d never fuckin’ stop.
