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I pressed my fingers over his mouth and said, “Don’t. I’m not sad, I just…I’ve never had anyone say such nice things to me.” And then my attention was drawn to the sensation of his lips against my skin, lips that I had watched almost obsessively for weeks, lips that were so soft and warm I was dying to feel them against my own. I had no idea what it would even feel like, to kiss someone. No idea how to do it. But I wanted to.

Slowly, I started to pull my fingers away, but not before tracing his lush bottom lip. My eyes were riveted to what I was doing, and I felt like I’d been drugged, like there was alcohol slowly pulsing through my veins, slowing me down and making everything hazy. I slid along that swell of flesh, stopping to feel the silver ring. His lips were wet, the ring glistening, and as I traced it up, my finger slipped between his parted lips into the wet, soft heat of his mouth. I moaned at the sensation, and when he sucked my finger inside and gently bit down on the tip, a searing jolt of arousal had me jerking my hips into his lower stomach. I watched, mesmerized, as he let go with his teeth and swirled that soft tongue around my finger. I was rock hard now, and every stroke of his tongue was making me throb in agony.

“Brody,” I whimpered, looking up into his eyes. They were filled with heat and longing and promise, and I wanted him to fulfill that promise. I needed him to.

He let go of my finger, and I brought it to my own mouth, wondering how that had felt. Wanting to taste him. He watched me suck on the tip, his eyes half-lidded, his hands flying to my hips and pressing me down. I could feel his erection in the crease of my ass as he groaned at the contact, long and thick and so fucking hard. “What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me what you need.”

Him. I just needed him, any way I could get him.

9

ISAAC

“Tell me what you need, Isaac.”

Brody’s fingers were flexing on my waist as he thrust against me, slow, erotic rolls of his hips that had me grasping the material of his shirt, clutching it hard between my fingers. I could barely think as he kept up that sensual rhythm, every press of his cock sliding along my crease. I almost stopped breathing when he moved me up and down his hard length, when I felt it glide along my taint all the way to my hole. My jeans were too restrictive, though, not letting me feel him like I wanted to, and a frustrated whimper left my lips as I looked down between our bodies. I felt delirious, like if I didn’t get to touch him, skin on skin, I was going to die of disappointment.

“Baby. Tell me what you need,” Brody urged, his own voice so much deeper and huskier. Just the sound of it sent little bursts of arousal skittering down my spine, and I pushed my throbbing cock against him as hard as I could, groaning at how good it felt. I started moving with the pace he had set, the building pleasure making me feel light-headed. My eyes locked on his lips again, and then I remembered he had asked me something.

“I need you to…to kiss me,” I panted, leaning forward. “I want to—” A long moan was wrenched from me when he began rolling up into me faster. “—taste you.”

“Yeah?” he said breathily, his eyes fixed on my lips. He moved one hand around to palm my lower back as he started to sit up, which only forced my legs to part wider, pressing me harder onto his erection.

“Ye—aaah,” I gasped out. He was so fucking close now, his lips a breath from mine. We were practically panting into each other’s mouths, and I couldn’t wait, I couldn’t fucking wait to feel those lips against mine, wanting to suck his lower one into my mouth, to play with his piercing with my tongue?—

BZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZ!

I jolted when the harsh vibrations started near my groin, my eyes widening as I wrenched my head back. Brody’s eyes flew down to where the strong buzzing was coming from, and I didn’t think I’d ever get over the horror of what happened next.

I started coming so hard and fast my vision blinked out. I grabbed at Brody’s shirt, my entire body curling into him as I wailed into his neck with the force of the orgasm, his big hand gripping my waist so hard that I prayed it would leave bruises. When the most intense part of it was over, I kept panting and moaning through the aftershocks, and my phone was still going off in my pocket.

My head was swimming with euphoria, my body buzzing with it, and when I finally came back into myself, Brody was rubbing his hand up and down my back, whispering, “That’s it. You came so fucking hard for me, didn’t you? Do you have any idea how hot that was? How sexy you are, baby? That was so fucking good.”

The humiliation that had been starting to rise and heat my face receded with his words. When I finally leaned back, pushing against Brody’s firm chest with my shaking hands, when I lookedinto his eyes, I knew that I needed to kiss him. To taste those words on my lips, to have that wicked tongue?—

BZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZ!

My phone started vibrating again, and with a frustrated growl, I yanked it out of my pocket. Who the fuck was calling me back to back? During the most erotic moment of my life—because yes, this definitely topped watching Brody jerk off, I’d gotten to touch him this time—no less. I angrily flipped the phone around as Brody laughed softly. Probably at my annoyance with the situation and not because I’d just come with the assistance of a phone call.

Jordan’s name flashed across the screen, his stupid face smiling up at me, and for a brief, unhinged moment, I wanted to strangle him. “Are you kidding me?” I muttered.

“You should probably answer that,” Brody said, sounding amused. How could he be amused right now? Weren’t we just lost in the most delicious throes of passion? Hadn’t it been life-changing for him, like it had for me?

“Ugh,” I said, answering the call. “What?” I snapped into the phone.

“Oh thank god you finally answered. We have a situation,” Jordan said.

I wanted to tell him thatIhad a situation, and I was currently sitting on it.

Brody’s dick.

That was the situation. And it was a big one.

Instead I said, “What, Jordan? What couldn’t possibly wait until I got home?”

“Oh I’ll tell you what! We have a new roommate, Isaac. And he. Is. A.Hunk.He is the hunkiest hunk to ever hunk, and I think I need to move out because I’m not going to be able to control myself around him. In fact, enjoy these last few days with me because I am definitely going to prison.”

“Oh mygod, Jordan, this definitely could have waited until I got home!”

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