skin, against mine was bliss, his hands touching me and building pleasure was exhilarating. And as the euphoria built, I felt his soul reaching for mine.
We were wholly connected, and our souls were intertwining while he brought our bodies pleasure.
A gasp fell from my lips as stars flashed in my eyes, and my cock exploded between us. Hiro’s long, loud moan filled the air, and knowing he was feeling that same bliss as me made another round shoot through me. Over and over again, shock waves of pleasure ripped through us.
We rode out our ecstasy together as my magic swirled around us.
He broke our kiss and rested his forehead against mine, stilling his hand but not letting us go. We stayed there, breathing each other in for a few minutes. If Hiro didn’t have his bulk pressed against me, holding me to the tree, I’d likely fall to the ground in a heap.
He gripped my chin with two fingers from his free hand and tilted it up to press a soft, lingering kiss on my lips that had me melting even further. Leaning back, he stared into my eyes and asked, “You okay, baby?”
I nodded.
He tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed me sweetly again. “I’m gonna find somethin’ to clean us up.”
“I can do it, if you don’t mind me using my magic,” I said.
He stared at me for a beat, then blew out a breath and shook his head. “Jesus, Bas, I told you not to hide yourself, didn’t I?”
I nodded, seeing the truth there, then muttered a spell to clean away the cum on his hand and our chests and stomachs.
“Love, you gotta stop second-guessing me at every turn,” he muttered.
Taking a deep breath, I leaned up to kiss his chin. “I’m trying.”
He draped his arms around my shoulders and tugged me to his chest, tucking me under his chin. “I know you are, cherub.”
My eyes widened when the nickname registered, and I held in a laugh, leaning back to stare up at him. “Did you just call me an angel?”
He snorted—I was glad he was letting me lighten the mood—and he said, “You wish, witch. You have a fuckin’ baby face, ergo, ‘cherub.’”
“You think I’m an angel.” I sighed.
He chuckled, and those damn dimples popped out. I almost couldn’t resist leaning in to lick them. I wanted to lick them, but… he’d probably think I was crazy and hella weird. Still…
New goal in life: Lick the shit out of Hiro’s dimples.
You aren’t blocking, asshole, Thayer suddenly said in my head, scaring the crap out of me. I don’t need to hear all your fucking Hiro thoughts.
Like you’re one to talk, I said. I know way too fucking much about Toby’s coc—
Okay, okay! He yelled. I got it, just wanted you to know you’re not blocking us, dimple licker.
Fucker.
Hiro tilted his head, studying me. “What was that?”
“Thayer being an asshole and reading my thoughts. I wasn’t blocking them very well.”
His eyes widened. “Was he listening when we were…?”
I shook my head. “No! Mother of All, gross. No, I was blocking and so was he. I normally don’t have to think about it too hard, but sometimes things slip through.”
He smirked. “What exactly slipped through this time?”
“No way in hell am I telling you that.”
He snorted. “That good, eh?”
“Stop.”
He gripped my chin again and started pressing light kisses around my lips and on my cheeks. “Come on, love, you can tell me.”
Shaking my head, I sighed, then opened my eyes, leaned in, and licked his dimple, making him chuckle. I poked his ribs and said, “There. That’s what I was thinking about.”
“Lickin’ my cheek?”
“Licking your dimple, dimples. I’ve wanted to do that forever.”
He snorted and tucked me into his chest again. Apparently, coming made him cuddly. I kinda liked it.
As I wrapped my arms around him, I sighed and relished all his skin on display. I hoped one day I could trace all his tattoos with my fingers and with my tongue.
He put his lips by my ear and whispered, “One day you will.” He kissed my hair. “But not today because we need to get back.”
“You read my mind.”
He grinned as he stepped away and picked up our clothes. “I know.”
As I tucked myself back into my pants, he threw my shirt at my head, and I laughed.
I hadn’t felt this free, this at peace in… years.
“Come on, slow poke,” he said. “It’s almost lunchtime, and we gotta figure out what we’re doin’ about school and