“I’d rather tell you to get out of your fucking pants.” The needy lilt to his words is addictive.

“Make me.”

He’s not careful about it, and he doesn’t put on a show, which somehow makes his frantic, desperate tug of the button and zipper sexier than I could have imagined.

“Get … off …” Perry grunts before my pants slip down my legs and pool on the floor. Then he grips my boxer briefs and shoves them to the floor as well.

When he stands again, he’s biting the knuckles on his good hand, eyes locked on my cock. With some breathing room between us, I take a moment to finally get an eyeful of the body he’s kept hidden. Firm pecs, a hint of abs, then a thick, long cock pressing upward from full balls.

I’ve changed my mind. I need him in my mouth.

Before he can recover from seeing me naked, my mouth finds his. Perry matches my urgency, licking and nipping and gripping my hair with his good hand as I back him toward the bed. He’s hairier than me and broader, but my muscles are more defined, and where my cock is a bit smaller, it’s the perfect length for fucking.

Perry’s legs hit the bed behind him, and we both topple over onto it. Our chests press together, surging lust through me, and it’s not until Perry sucks an uncontrolled hiss through his teeth that I back off.

“You okay?”

He tries to tug me back to him. “Yeah, yeah … just caught my shoulder wrong … all good.”

I duck away from his lips. “Not all good. You were shot.”

“So were you.” His lopsided smile does something to me. “You didn’t complain about it.”

“I did. Frequently. Loudly.” I lick along one of those delicate collarbones. “I know how bad it is and how you need to be taken care of.” I move down to kiss his sternum. “Can I take care of you?”

Perry nods so fast it looks like he’s lost his voice, and when he finds it again, it’s become a dry rasp. “Yeah. Take care of me.”

Those big eyes of his do me in every time. “You’re such a golden fucking retriever,” I mutter, kissing along the trail of light hair between his abs. “I bet you’ve never had a mean thought in your life.”

“I’m having a lot of mean thoughts right now.”

“Oh yeah?” I grin evilly up at him, wondering what sort of mean thoughts someone like him would have. “Like what?”

“Like how badly I want to take your face and fuck it.”

Heat blasts alive in my gut, and because I can’t stop myself, I lean in and flick my tongue over his swollen head.

Perry chokes on a sound, dick kicking at the contact. “Again. Please do it again.”

“I thought you wanted to fuck my face.”