Before I have a chance to complain—not that I really would, because damn, that was hot—he’s on top of me, bracing his forearms on either side of my head, both caging me in and preventing all his weight from landing on me.

“Hi,” I say, a little lust-drunk at this point and fighting a dopey smile.

He answers me with a hard kiss, his tongue immediately demanding entrance to my mouth, which I have no problem granting him. I can’t be only a passive receiver of the kiss though. I give it back to him just as hard, digging my fingers in right below his shoulder blades to pull his body down closer on top of mine.

I never imagined I’d get to see this side of him—the confidently sexual side—but I love it. And even though I know it’s only sex, nothing more, the knowledge that he wants me makes me feel like I’ve won some kind of prize.

Just like I intend on winning the May Games with him on Sunday.

I can’t believe he agreed to participate with me. What’s the town going to think? They won’t believe it either when they see him out there. And he’s doing it for me.

Wait, no. Not the time to get distracted. Focus.

Focus on the way Travis’s hips are pressing mine into the mattress. Focus on how he’s sucking on my bottom lip as he smoothly slides my underwear partway down my thighs, freeing my cock. Focus on getting him undressed too, so I’ll be able to feel his skin on mine.

Yes. That.

I gracelessly shove his flannel off his shoulders, while he laughs gently and helps me by sliding his arms out of the sleeves. Then I work on tugging his T-shirt up over his chest and grunt when I can’t get it any farther. He helps again, pulling it the rest of the way over his head and tossing both shirts to the floor beside the bed.

“Off,” I demand, fumbling with the button on his jeans.

He laughs again but obliges, though he chooses to get off the bed, standing up to remove the offending article. As I quickly yank my underwear off my legs, I want to protest the loss of him, but then he’s standing there in only his boxers, which do nothing to hide his erection. So really, no complaints here.

When he gets back on the bed, he lies down beside me and reaches for me, manhandling my body again until I’m the one on top. I’m straddling his thick thighs, and I can’t help but roll my hips, making my hard cock slide against his.

I’ve all but forgotten the promise of a blowjob. At this point, I’m so far gone that I’ll be satisfied with rutting against him until I get to come.