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When I slid in next to him after shutting off the light, he turned to face the wall and I wrapped my body around his as we mirrored the pose we’d been in back in his room. His fingers were laced in mine and I made sure to stay awake until his breathing deepened, until he was snoring softly, and then I followed him into sleep.

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ISAAC

It was so damnhot.

As I blinked awake and tried to get my eyes to focus, the only thought in my foggy mind was that I was burning up. Surrounded by heat. And there was an incredible ache in my groin that was throbbing steadily.

Dim morning light snuck in through a tiny curtained window right under the ceiling, and I registered dully that I was lying on my stomach, draped over a furnace.

No. Not a furnace.Brody.

My skin felt sticky where it was plastered to his body, and the events of last night slowly crept back in.

Brody had come for me. Had been so painstakingly caring and gentle and sweet—the only thing that had been able to pull me from the haze of depression I’d been stuck in for days, the awful aftermath of a horrible panic attack. But I didn’t want to think about that right now. All I could process, at this exact moment, was how good it felt to be glued to his body, how my face was nestled safely in the crook of his neck, my leg thrown over his thighs, my arm across his chest and my painfully hard cock digging into his hip. His chest moved up and down in slow,even intervals, his exhales fanning across my ear. One big arm was wrapped around my back, his long, calloused fingers curling around my waist. And he was shirtless.

Hadn’t he been wearing a shirt last night? One or both of us had been sweating in the night because his skin was damp beneath my limbs. I dug my nose a little deeper into his neck, inhaling the salty scent of his skin, savoring it, and rocked my hips gently into him. The immediate burst of pleasure that flooded my groin had me clinging to him more tightly, and a small sound escaped me.

Fuck, this was so wrong of me. And yet, I still couldn’t stop myself from thrusting into him again, seeking relief from this pulsing ache, and my next breath shuddered out of me. Brody’s breathing stuttered, his fingers flexed against my waist, and he said throatily, “Isaac?”

Good god, his morning voice was husky and deep and so damn sexy. “Yeah,” I said, way too breathily, and my fingers moved of their own accord, stroking across his chest, feeling the soft skin with firm, lean muscle underneath. My fingers played across his nipple, feeling the barbell, watching as the small bud hardened, and the ache in my groin tightened, deepened. Brody’s hand slid down to my hip, and I watched, mesmerized, as he brought his other hand to his dick and rubbed hard. “Fuck,” I panted, parting my lips against his skin and sweeping my tongue out to taste him. He tasted like salt and man and some kind of body wash, and it only had me humping into him again, needing more.

His hand gripped me tighter, and he stilled beneath me. “Isaac,” he said, sounding a little more awake. “Stop.”

I stopped moving immediately. “I don’t want to stop,” I said—practically whined—and disappointment flooded me. I just wantedhim. I fucking needed him right now, and I didn’t want him to stop me. To stop this.

When I trailed my hand from his nipple down his stomach, his abs contracted deliciously under my touch, the muscles quivering with tension. But he grabbed my hand, trapping it against his lower stomach. “Isaac,” he said sternly. That only made more blood rush to my dick. Fuck, the way he said my name like that. “This isn’t—you’re not thinking clearly,” he said, and I could hear how affected he was, could see his chest moving faster, could see the straining bulge of his own hard cock.

“Please don’t make me stop,” I begged. “Please. I need you, Brody.” I tried to move my hand out from under his, to keep this going, because I was so fucking desperate and if we stopped now I didn’t think I’d survive it.

Brody growled and, in an instant, had me flipped onto my back beneath him and was holding both of my wrists above my head. His eyes seared into mine, and there were lines of tension around his mouth. I looked down between us, where his big thighs straddled my hips, where his cock was hanging in his boxers, the tip prodding at the cloth like it was trying to break free. The sight of him hovering over me like this had me arching my back, trying to touch him, but he held himself just far enough away that I couldn’t reach.

“Isaac,” he snapped, drawing my gaze back to his. God but he was beautiful. I wished he would kiss me. “I don’t think you really want this.” His gaze softened, and I wanted to scream. “You’ve had a rough week, sweetheart. I would feel like I was taking advantage of you if we did something right now.”

I banged my head against the pillow in frustration. “You’re not,” I said. “You won’t be. Brody, I know what I fucking need, and I needyou. Soplease, please, can you…can we…”

His eyes searched mine, and he said softly, “Can we what?”

“I just want you to make me come,” I said, feeling pathetic. But him holding me like this, with his broad chest on display with all those tattoos and piercings, had only made thatpounding need grow stronger. I knew what happened this week, and I would face it, in time. I just wantedhimright now.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I need you to be sure, Isaac.”

I nodded. “Yes. Yes, I’m so fucking sure, Brody.” I arched my hips up, seeking friction, and Brody’s eyes slid down my body, the fingers circled around my wrists tightening.

“Fuck, why can’t I say no to you,” he muttered, lowering his hips until I could feel the burning heat of his cock through the thin material of our boxers.

We both groaned at the contact, and when he pressed down harder, rolling his hips, my groan turned into a desperate whine. My body was on fire, and everything was thrumming with a buzzing energy that kept rolling to my cock in overwhelming waves. I was trembling now, and when Brody let go of my wrists, when he lifted his hips from mine and started to pull away, I grabbed for him, panicking. He pushed my wrists down again, placing a gentle kiss on my sternum. “I’m not going anywhere,” he assured me. He released my wrists and dragged the material of my shirt up until it bunched above my chest, his hands immediately sliding along my ribcage. He lowered his head and began placing soft, barely-there kisses down my stomach, his wicked eyes flashing to mine when he dipped his tongue into my belly button. I jerked against him, and then he was tugging at my boxers, yanking them down my hips and sitting up to pull them off my legs.

“Fuck, baby, look at you,” he rasped, his eyes devouring my cock. It twitched under his hungry gaze, a small bead of precum spilling from the tip. He flung my boxers away and rested his big hands on my thighs, his thumbs rubbing small circles against my skin. “You’re so damn beautiful, Isaac. I knew your cock would be as pretty as the rest of you.”

His words were only making the throbbing more painful. My fingers slid into the sheets on either side of me, clutching hard. “Touch me,” I begged. “Please, Brody.”

Brody slid his hands higher until his thumbs were digging into the crease between my hips and groin, and the stimulation was like nothing I’d ever felt. He kept rubbing his thumbs there, sending little shockwaves of pleasure to my cock, and when he lowered himself until his lips were a breath away, I gasped.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart? Do you want me to taste this pretty little cock?”

I nodded, incapable of speaking, and when he opened his mouth and flattened his tongue, licking from the base to the head, dipping his tongue into my leaking slit, a strangled moan was ripped from my throat and my eyes started to roll back.

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