Page 121 of Goodbye Note

We devolved into a sweaty mess of trying to make each other come in a space the same size as the inside of a coffin. We were entirely made of desperate ruts and breathless grunts.

“No wonder Hael and Kiernan hang out in the back lounge. At least there is a fucking door.” Stopping wasn’t an option, though. We’d put this off so long, now that we had it, every time we touched, it was frantic. I barely kept my hands off him in public. In private, it was impossible. “I need to talk to the guys before they figure it out,” I said at length.

“Do you think they haven’t already?”

“I’m hoping everyone else is asleep or at least has headphones in.”

“That’s balancing a lot on a hope and a prayer.”

“I know. Hence, me needing to tell them.” I broke apart, taking in the space.

“Don’t stop.” Varian was on me, one knee between mine, rubbing his dick into my hip.

I grabbed his ass, encouraging it for a minute before I came back to my senses. “I’m trying to figure out a better way to do this… Can you sit?”

“Maybe if I was six inches shorter.” He bit my pec. “I don’t think you could, and you’re shorter.”

“Can you half sit up against the pillows?” I got up on one elbow, scooting against the back wall to give him some room.

“Probably. But what is that going to do? We’ll hit our heads if we try to make out like that.”

“Trust me.”

Varian stacked the pillows behind him and then adjusted. “Okay, now what?”

I shifted to lay between his thighs. “I thought I’d try sucking your dick.”

“Just like that. Mr. Doesn’t Think He Likes Cock is just going to put one in his mouth?”

“Now who’s getting loud?” I tried not to laugh but was unsuccessful.

“Answer the question, Stardust.”

The pet name hit me in the chest in a way I didn’t understand. My tone and voice shifted, struck with honesty and emotion. “I liked it when you did it, and I want to taste you.”

His fingers brushed over my cheek. “What changed?”

“You called me Stardust.”

“Do you hate it?”

“Much the opposite.” I shook my head. “Where did it come from?”

“It’s what you are. Magic in the air.”

“If that doesn’t deserve the best head of your life, then I don’t know what does.” I tentatively wrapped my hand around him.

His dark, heady gaze was fixed on me as I swiped my tongue across his tip. He gasped. “For the love of everything holy…”

His cock tasted as good as the rest of him. Spicy and fresh. Like sunrises and dopamine. He contained all my happiness.

I tried to mimic the things he’d done, sucking on his head while also doing what I liked. “How’s that?”

“So fucking good. But you don’t have to keep doing it if?—”

I cut him off by taking him into my mouth a little deeper while stroking. “I told you I want to.”

“I know…” His fingers found my face again. “I’m pretty sure I lost consciousness there for a second.”

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