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“Jordan, please. You’ve hardly touched me and I’m ready to beg.”

I hummed. “Let’s move this along, then. I wouldn’t want you to suffer.”

His black slacks sat low on his hips and didn’t take more than a flick of the button and the lowering of the zipper before they slid down his powerful thighs. He hooked his fingers into his black boxer briefs to pull them off as well. Vail was a work of art. One who didn’t put those muscles to use hurting others. He worked out to be healthy and fit. And I was reaping the benefits of it.

With deft fingers, he unbuttoned my shirt. “I have a feeling you might not like it if I ripped this off your body like you did mine.”

“It’s only clothes. I can get more. If it makes you hot, do it.”

“You make me hot. Your clothes are just getting in the way.”

I undid my slacks and brought them down my legs. I had nothing on beneath. Going to Vail, I was hopeful we’d end up here and wanted to be prepared.

“Oh my god, you were naked under those pants? I could have unzipped you on the way over and taken you down my throat.”

“Jesus,” I groaned and palmed myself, willing my body to calm slightly so I didn’t come too fast.

Vail gently gripped my wrist to pull my hand away. “I want to be the one who touches you.”

My eyes held his. In the low light, I had a perfect view of the emotions that danced across his face. Need, desire, and anticipation.

The urge to take over, to control, was strong, but I didn’t want Vail to not touch me either. Crouching slightly, I gripped the backs of his thighs and lifted him. Vail wasn’t the only one with muscle. He gasped as he wrapped his arms around my neck to hold on.

With one arm around his back, I walked until my knees hit the bed, then slowly lowered us. I didn’t want space between us. For the next however long we were in here, I had to always touch him.

“Keep your hands on me, baby,” I told him. “I want to know you’re with me.” The last thing I desired was for him to be afraid or to think I was the piece of shit who hurt him.

“I know who I’m with, Jordan.”

I dropped my forehead to his and nodded. Giving in, I pressed my lips to the sweetest mouth that ever existed. Vail moaned and immediately opened to grant me access. I swept my tongue past his lips, reveling in the little whimpers he released as I did so. His legs wrapped around me so he could hold on while he ground his cock against mine.

It wasn’t easy, but I broke his hold to kiss down his neck to his chest and farther over his hip until I got my hands under his thighs and lifted, folding him in half. His fingers threaded into my hair as I dove in to where I couldn’t hold back from tasting any longer.

My lips pressed to Vail’s hole so I could lick at the sensitive flesh. He writhed beneath me, begging for me to touch his cock, but I wasn’t ready for it yet. His hand went to grip himself. I shook my head, and he stopped. His orgasm was mine and mine alone.

Spearing my tongue inside him, I went as deep as I could so I could taste every part of him. Only when his body trembled did I pull back and lift my head.

“Do I need a condom?” I asked. “I’m clean and get tested regularly.” The thought of something between us didn’t sit well with me, but I would use one if he wanted me to.

“No condom. Just us. I was tested last month and haven’t been with anyone since.”

I nodded and slid to the side to grab the lube from the top of my nightstand. My fist got a workout earlier while I thought of him and Hartley. Flicking open the cap, I squeezed the tube to drop enough on my fingers to get Vail nice and slick.

Before my fingers could enter him, he told me not to stretch him too much. He was too close to the edge and wanted to go over with me inside him. While I would have liked to have taken longer, I understood his need to come with me. I wanted to do the same with him. So, I stretched him until he told me to stop, then slicked my dick and positioned myself over him.

One hand was beside his head as I held myself in place. My cock throbbed, but I refused to stroke it. “Your orgasm, your cum, they’re mine,” I growled. “You will come for me when I tell you to. You won’t stop, you won’t let go until I’m ready for you to. And don’t keep those sweet whimpers to yourself. I want to hear them all.”

I punched my hips forward and sank into him in one slick push. Vail cried out, his fingers grappling for purchase on my back as he pulled me closer, as if there was anywhere else I’d rather be. When I was balls deep, my groin flush to him, I lowered my weight on top of him, blanketing him, securing him, letting him know that no matter what happened, I had him. I always would, even after this. Even if he wanted to walk away and not look back. He would always be mine.

I started with slow, shallow thrusts to get him used to me before I found a rhythm that had his back arching and his heels digging in. Vail kept himself around me while I fucked him like a crazed man. The longer I was in him, the faster I moved. There was a primal need driving me, urging me to release inside him and claim him as mine once and for all. But no matter how much I tried; I couldn’t get to where I needed to be. On the verge, about to tip over, but not close enough to fall.

“Jordan,” he begged. “Please. I need you.”

“I can’t…. Fuck,” I growled. What the fuck was happening to me? I never had a problem getting off. It was like this moment was too big. No matter which way I moved, it wasn’t right. Vail was too important for me to screw this up between us.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” That wasn’t a question I needed to think over.

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