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I gasp, sticking my ass out, encouraging him to keep his hands on me. "Touch me, do something. Please."

"Hands on the wall. Bend forward and stick your ass out."

Doing as he says, I lean forward, my hands and cheek against the cool textured wall. Ronan slides down behind me, his breath fanning against my ass. Guessing where this is going to go, I push my ass back into his face, hoping he'll take the hint.

"You want me to taste you, baby?" he teases, biting my cheek then soothing it with his tongue.

"Yes, please," I pant, not knowing how much longer I can take the teasing.

"You beg so prettily for me. I’ll never get enough. Now don't move. Be a good boy and stay just as you are."

He spreads my cheeks apart, a warm tongue sliding up my crease. A cry breaks free from my mouth, my veins filling with desire, my dick throbbing. His tongue flicks over my hole, my foot hitting the wall, when I jerk from the sensation. He attacks my hole, lubricating me with his saliva. He moves back and spits on my hole, then his tongue is replaced by his thumb, rubbing circles and loosening me up.

"God, you're always so fucking perfect for me. Doing exactly what I say. Not moving while I take my time feasting on this delicious hole."

I can't talk, can barely even think. The only sounds to leave my lips are incoherent moans and whimpers. Fuck, he eats my hole as though he’s starved for me. My legs start shaking, and Ronan’s hands grip tighter under my ass, holding me in place. There’s a soft nibble on my cheek before the air from the fan hits my saliva slicked ass.

He spreads my cheek apart again, humming, “Your greedy hole is so damn ready for me. Stay right where you are, I'll be right back," Ronan's gravelly voice hits my ear and I nod my head in understanding. There's no way I'm leaving this spot.

His footsteps sound down the hallway before the creak of the door slides open. My dick is achingly hard and needs a little bit of release. I move my hand, pulling on my dick slowly. My forehead bangs into the wall, tingles racing through balls. Goddamn, that’s amazing.

"I thought I said don't move,” he tsks, coming back into the room.

My hand stills on my dick, wanting to be so good for him but failing when I stroke myself again. "I can't help myself. I'm so horny."

"Let me take care of you." Ronan plasters his sweat slicked body against mine, his dick rubbing between my legs into my crease. He trails kisses across my shoulder blades, sucking on every inch of my skin. "I love your freckles so damn much. I want to take my time and kiss every single one of them."

He licks up my neck, biting down on my earlobe at the same time his lubed finger finds my hole. He pushes inside, twisting around, my hole slowly softening under his touch. He works me open gradually, and his mouth never leaves my body the entire time. He truly is kissing every freckle on my back.

Craving more, I tilt my head, giving him more access, which he happily takes. He sucks on my pulse point, a shiver running through my body at the contact. Ronan uses his leg to kick mine farther apart while he pulls my groin closer to him, my body being bent as forward as it'll go. His hands leave my body, the sound of a condom being opened filling the space. Anticipation thrums through my body, knowing he'll be inside me soon.

The head of his dick nudges against my hole, seeking entrance. Relaxing my body, I let him in, his shaft easily sliding in all the way. Ronan breathes heavily, resting his forehead on my back, giving me time to adjust to him. Giving him a subtle nod, I let him know I'm ready.

Ronan pulls out, then thrusts back in, my body propelling forward, banging against the wall. He does it again, his hands moving to hold on to my hips tightly. He rams into me from behind, and I know his grip is going to leave bruises.

"Be a good boy and stroke yourself for me.” His words are torturing me. I love hearing them, but all it does is make me harder for him. “Fuck, you take my dick so well. Your gorgeous hole is always so eager for me, needing me, wanting to be filled with my thick cock."

Following his orders, I move one hand off the wall and bring it to my aching cock. I've been leaking non-stop, so the head of my dick is slippery, and I use it to help the easy strokes.

"You're so beautiful, Freckles. No one could ever compare to you. You were fucking made for me. Your body, your heart, your soul. It's all mine. You're all mine." His thrusts slowly falter before they pick back up again. "I'm so close. Please tell me you're close."

"I am."

Ronan angles his hips, his dick hitting that spot inside me that has me seeing stars. Not able to control it, my orgasm crashes into me, and I come all over the wall.

One of Ronan's hands grabs onto my shoulder as he continues ramming into me until he finds his own pleasure. We both slide down the wall, Ronan’s arms wrapping around me tightly as we sit on the floor. Being with Ronan is more than I could have ever imagined. The way we fit together easily, so primal, yet powerful and reverent. We bask in our euphoria for a little bit longer before we finally clean up and get ready for bed.

Chapter Twenty

Ronan

Closing the bedroom door behind me, I walk into my room, taking my towel off and tossing it onto the floor. I open my drawer and pull out some briefs, dragging them up my legs. I stride over to my bed and plop down, shimmying down until I'm comfortable.

Grabbing my phone, I smile when I see the picture on my lock screen. It's a picture of Oliver and me from our trip to Joshua Tree a few weeks ago. We had so much fun on that trip, spending time together and getting to know one another better. The few weeks since then have flown by. We're in the final stretch of the semester and I can't wait till it's over.

We're so close yet so far.

My phone vibrates in my hand, my body jerking upright when Noah's name pops up on my screen.

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