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“Perry…” he lets out breathlessly, spreading his legs for me more. “Oh God, Perry.”

His head had dropped back now, eyes closed, hips thrusting up gently.

I pull off him. Theo’s head snaps up, and he shouts, “Perry!”

With a grin, I reply, “I was just going to tell you that I don’t need you to go so soft with me. You can let loose. I want you to.”

Fire blazes in his green eyes. The second my mouth is on him again, Theo snaps his hips up, fucking into my mouth. It’s not too hard, he’s not choking me, but he’s definitely losing himself to the pleasure. He rubs his feet against the mattress, legs shaking, hands fisting, my name spilling from his pretty lips.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck, Perry, I can’t hold back!”

I lower my mouth, take him deep, eyes locked on his since he’s looking down at me again, trying to tell him I want it. Is it really a blowjob if you don’t swallow?

Theo thrusts up again, body coming apart beneath me as the first spurt of salty cum graces my tongue. I swallow around him, feel it slide down my throat right before he spurts again and again, filling my mouth with everything in his balls.

“Fuck, that’s good.” I push up to my knees.

“Good for you? Jesus, that was good for me.”

“I like giving head. If you ever do it one day, you might like it too. There’s something powerful about making a man come with your mouth.”

Kneeling beside him, I grip my shaft and stroke, needing to come, but then Theo’s hand on my arm stops me.

“Can I try it now?” he asks, gazing at me with those puppy-dog eyes that make the fullness return to my chest.

“You want to?” Did my voice just crack? Why the fuck is my voice cracking?

“Yes.”

I nod, not knowing if I’ll survive it.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Theo

It’s not every day that a guy sucks his first dick, and while my stomach is trying to eat itself with nerves, there’s no denying the tingle of excitement racing across my skin.

“Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want to rush you.” Perry brushes his hand against my cheek sweetly.

Friends with benefits, friends with benefits, friends with benefits.

“Super ready. I feel like I’m going zero to sixty in like two seconds with this whole bisexual thing, but that’s just because…” I glance toward the mattress. “Because it’s with you and I trust you. I mean, if you can’t trust the man who saved your life, who can you trust?”

“Silly puppy,” Perry says, but there’s something off about his voice. I can’t explain it, but it feels like he’s struggling to believe what I’m saying—like he can’t understand why I would believe in him, so he’s playing it off like it can’t be real. Thinking about his situation with his dad, that makes sense. Does Perry not believe someone would really want him? Like for something meaningful?

“I’m serious, Perry. I was when I said I trust you, and I was when I said you’re basically my favorite person.”

Perry frowns, and for a moment, I think he’s going to argue with me, but instead he lies down and silences me with his mouth. I taste my release on his tongue, and something about that turns me on even more, makes the desire pumping through my blood go faster and spread further.

I refuse to let myself get distracted, though, so I begin to kiss down his body, reach and grab his cock in my hand. I stroke it, revel in the weight of it, how natural it feels to have a dick in my hand that isn’t my own. To have Perry’s dick in my hand.

Goose bumps shoot up my arms at the thought.

I stop when I get to his groin. Using my tongue, I lash at the pearl of precum at his tip.

Perry hisses. It doesn’t taste as strong as I know his release will, and the back of my neck tingles at the thought of experiencing it. For some reason, that makes the nerves twist and turn inside me. What if I’m terrible at this? What if I accidentally bite his dick or something?

“Do you want me to tell you what to do?” Perry asks.

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