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you.”
    Jaramie silenced the nattering voice in his brain and turned his head, offering his lips.
    Smoky leaned forward, taking Jaramie’s mouth in a kiss as exciting as it was awkward. Licking delicately at Jaramie’s lush lips, Smoky enticed them to open. His first taste of Jaramie set an instant hunger in him for more, and he forgot all about the calculated slow seduction that was his trademark. He felt a craving that he was instantly convinced would be with him the rest of his life; he was addicted on the first hit, no doubt about it and the irony of it did not escape him. The seducer seduced; the hunter ensnared, hoist upon his own petard, as the cliché went. He supposed that it had to happen sometime, but he’d never imagined he’d be roped in by a blushing pretty boy. Twinks didn’t appeal to him at all, but he hadn’t been able to resist teasing this cupcake, and now look at him. He was hooked and being reeled in closer with each passing second.
    “Wait!” Jaramie said breathlessly. “This is happening too fast. My head is spinning.”
    “You’re not alone,” Smoky answered. “I’ve never felt like this before, but I don’t think I can stop. Tell me it’s okay to keep going. Please.”
    “Shit!” Jaramie gasped as the ball of Smoky’s thumb glided over the tip of his cock. “It’s okay; keep going.”
    Smoky adroitly slid Jaramie’s jeans down over the curve of his ass and caressed the velvety skin. Jaramie shivered as the night air touched his bare flesh but didn’t think too hard about what was happening. He wanted to go with the flow for once in his life—no careful calculations or second guesses—and if he was making a big mistake, he’d take responsibility for it, but he didn’t get the sense that this leather stud meant him any harm. Giving himself up to pure sensation, he braced his hands against the concrete wall in tacit submission.
    “Damn, you’ve got a beautiful ass,” Smoky murmured, as he parted Jaramie’s cheeks. “I promise there’ll be more foreplay next time, but I have to have you right now, or I’m going to explode.”
    Next time. Jaramie’s heart leaped and settled into an even faster rhythm. He moaned at the exquisite feeling as Smoky rubbed delicately at the sensitive skin around his hole. When Smoky knelt to lick at the crinkled opening, Jaramie’s knees almost buckled. He thought he was going to scream the first time Smoky’s tongue darted into him, but he was soon rocking his hips, pushing back into the intimate caress, his body begging for more. It had been months since he’d slept with anyone, and Smoky Samuel was a talented man. Jaramie groaned when Smoky stopped, but it was a temporary frustration. Smoky’s finger replaced his tongue, thrusting and finding Jaramie’s prostate while he stroked Jaramie’s arousal with his other hand. “Are you ready for me, pretty baby?” Smoky asked, his voice grainy with desire.
    Jaramie nodded vehemently, too breathless to answer in words, pushing his ass shamelessly onto Smoky’s fingers. He heard the creak of leather as Smoky freed his cock, and he stole a look under his arm. Smoky’s dick was as long and slender as the man himself and Jaramie abruptly couldn’t wait to feel it filling him up.
    “Easy,” Smoky said softly as he rolled on a condom. “I’m going to make this so good for you. Just let me take care of you, okay?”
    Jaramie stilled the rocking of his hips and felt the head of Smoky’s cock nudge his entrance. Liquid fire ran through his veins, and he trembled with the strain of holding himself in check as Smoky worked the tip inside him. “Come on. Come on. Come on,” he chanted breathlessly, as Smoky paused on the threshold.
    “I’ll give you what you need,” Smoky said, wrapping his hands around Jaramie’s hipbones. “Just be patient for another minute.” Slowly, he eased his length into the tight channel until his balls rested against Jaramie’s. Just as slowly, he withdrew