This close, I could smell him.
Back in December, Dale’s scent had gone straight to my d**k. It had made me his slave, forcing me to offer up my ass for whatever he’d wanted.
Scott’s scent—always intermingled with ChapStick or soap—had been inviting, comforting, familiar. Cuddly. Like the cutest, sexiest little teddy bear you could imagine.
Jeremy’s was wholly different. The smell of him drew me in, but not just in a lusty way, or in a comforting way…I wanted to be close to him. I wanted to lose myself in his eyes. I wanted to touch him. I yearned to stroke his cheeks, his nose, the nape of his neck. My lips hungered for his; my tongue needed to taste him, all of him, everywhere, and right now.
My breath was quick and shallow as I let these feelings wash through me. I stumbled.
His han
