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"Caro?"

Lany's hair fell back as he looked up. "Yeah?"

"I didn't get shot." I thought it was something worth pointing out.

"You think that lets you off the hook?"

I could hope.

Lany sighed deeply. "I was wearing the smallest little g-string and sheer shirt. You could see my nipples and everything. You would have loved it."

The transfer of blood from one head to the other was not a good thing when you had a concussion. My cock was pretty damn happy. My head was splitting in two.

"Lany, caro, I think maybe—"

"No," Lany said in the sternest voice I had ever heard. "No thinking while you have a concussion."

Not a problem. My thought process had gotten hazy at the first image of Lany in a g-string that crossed my mind. It had pretty much gone up in smoke after that.

"Your nipples were visible?" I whispered on a gasp.

Lany giggled as he leaned closer. "Sheer material, remember?"

"And a g-string?"

"Butt floss g-string." Lany wiggled his eyes brows suggestively. "Very, very small."

"Porca troia," I groaned as I leaned back against the pillows and closed my eyes. The torture of wanting Lany and not being able to take him was almost more than I could handle. I'd sell my soul for ten minutes in our own bed.

When I felt nimble fingers sneak under the covers pooling at my waist, my inhaled sharply. I held my breath, waiting, anticipating. My jeans were unzipped and then one of the best feelings in the world was mine as Lany's fingers closed around my cock.

"What are you doing, Lany?" I asked without opening my eyes.

"Nothing."

I would have believed him if his hand hadn't started moving up and down my engorged length. I had a split second to decide whether to stop Lany from what he was doing in case someone came in, or thrust up into his hand and experience the pleasure only my man could give me.

I had a concussion.

I wasn't stupid.

I thrust up into his tight grip.

"Più stretto, caro," I moaned. "Squeeze me tighter."

I tried to keep my breathing steady but my heart went wild, and blood rushed hot through my veins when I felt Lany's wet tongue lick at my pelvic bone. A groan rose up in my throat as arousal caught me in a vicious grip.

"Lany, please," I pleaded as I humped my hips toward Lany, an anxious whine falling from my lips. I gritted my teeth when Lany just chuckled at me.

A moment later my needy cry echoed through the room as Lany's lips wrapped around my hard cock. I could feel every movement, every lick, every sweet caress. I could almost feel the very air around me moving over my sensitive skin.

I felt flushed, hot, and needy. Fire raced through my body, melting me from the inside out. I didn't know what Lany would to do next and it drove me crazy. My heartbeat throbbed in my ears as I waited for Lany's next move. I just wished the man would hurry the hell up.

I was about to go out of my ever-loving mind.

I groaned and started panting when something brushed against my balls. I spread my legs, giving Lany more access. I loved having my balls played with, sucked on, tugged, anything.

And Lany knew it.

The man played me like a master.

I shook as need rushed through my body like a tidal wave and crashed together in my cock when Lany suddenly deep-throated me. I growled as I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of Lany's throat.

The man had no gag reflex.

I was one lucky bastard.

I reached down and pushed Lany's hair back, needing to see. I watched Lany as the man moved his head back up and down the full length of my thick cock. It was an alluring sight, one I never got tired of looking at.

"Lany," I shouted, "don't stop."

God, please don't stop.

I stiffened as Lany's mouth sank even further down on my cock. Lany swallowed it until I felt the man's nose brush against my short, curly hairs. Lany began to move his mouth along my hard length. 

"Oh, fuck," I whimpered as the man's slight hum sent small vibrations through my cock. I tangled my hands in Lany's hair, holding him in place as I fucked the world's most perfect mouth.

I could feel my balls drawing up close to my body. I knew I was on the edge of an intense orgasm. I started slowly thrusting into Lany's mouth. I couldn't believe the hotness I felt as I fucked Lany's mouth, the exquisite pleasure.

 "Oh, Lany, gonna—" I cried out as a heavy pressure built in my balls. The first tremors began inside, moving along my cock, in tiny convulsive jerks. It moved up to the base of my cock then erupted out the top as I found my release. I shouted as I came, flooding Lany's mouth and throat. Lany sucked down every last drop.

I lifted Lany up with great gentleness, cradling his body close to mine. I held Lany tight as my heart continued to race.

 "Thank you, caro."

Lany's face flushed. "You're welcome."

"Can I return the favor?" I asked as I started to reach for the zipper of Lany's pants. I was confused by the sudden embarrassment that he could see in Lany's amber-green eyes right before the man dropped them. "Lany?"

"I kind of…when you…I did too, so..."

I suddenly read through Lany's stuttered words and I felt like shouting to the rooftops. I could feel small pants of Lany's breath tickling my cheek. The man's breath was coming out raggedly, softly, nervously.

"I love you, Lany."

His embarrassment apparently forgot in an instant, Lany beamed up at me with a bright smile. "I love you, too."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for our anniversary."

"We're together, and that's what's important."

I didn't deserve the adorable man.

I just prayed he never figured that out.