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“Kegan,” he groans. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and my cock jerks. I manage not to come. Barely. The head of his dick catches on mine, and he shivers. Pulling away from my mouth, he tilts my head to the side, frantically sucking and nipping his way down the side of my neck.

Fuck. “I’m gonna come,” I gasp, heat flooding my body, my cock throbbing in time with my rapid heartbeats.

Xavier lifts off me. Sitting back, he rolls the condom down his erection. Flipping to my stomach, I drop my chest to the bed and lift my ass into the air. Shame? We don’t know her.

He grips my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and kneading my skin until I’m moaning, and he’s panting. “Are you gonna stare at it all night, or are you going to fuck me?”

“Fuck, nerdy. I’m gonna do both, if you don’t mind.” His voice sounds wrecked, low and raspy andfuck.

“I do mind, actually,” I growl, wiggling my hips back and forth like it’s going to hurry him up.

He groans and lets go of my ass. With a hand pressing into my back between my shoulder blades and another gripping my hip, he slams into me in one thrust.

Chapter Ten

Xavier

Holy fuck. I thought watching him squirm and shake from that plug was nice? It has not a damn thing on the loud moan he lets out when I slam my cock home. The tight squeeze of his body has me ready to blow like this isn’t my second go of the night. I pull out, thrusting back in quickly.

He jolts below me, moaning into the pillow. “Harder,” he pants.

“I’m gonna do this at my pace, nerdy.”

Truth be told, if I go harder or faster or really anything at all, I’m gonna shoot and ruin the fun, and that’s not happening. I steel myself, tightening my grip on his hip, and slowly drag my cock out. When I push back in, my eyes roll back. “God, you’re so tight,” I groan.

He reaches a hand under him, and the sound of it moving over his cock almost does me in.

I slide my hand from his back to his shoulder, using my grip to pull him back to each of my thrusts. The sounds he’s lettingout are fucking criminal. I glance down, watching as my cock disappears inside his body. If there’s one thing I can say about this hookup, it’s that it’s not boring.

His hole clenches around my dick, and my hips lose a bit of their rhythm. Every thrust has us both moaning. At this point, I’m surprised I can even breathe.

“I’m gonna come,” he whimpers, his hand speeding up. And thank God because this is too fucking much. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off. “Harder,” he grunts.

I change the angle of my hips a bit, and when I slam back into him, he shouts, his hole tightening around me to the point that I can’t even move. “Coming,” he chants, and I’m done—shooting so hard into the condom that my vision goes blurry around the edges. My cock jerks over and over as I grind my hips against his ass, trying to draw out his pleasure and my own.

With one last groan, he collapses to the bed, pulling me down with him.

“Fuck. That was mind-blowing, nerdy.”

He doesn’t even acknowledge me with words, just gives me a huff and a thumbs up, which makes me laugh.

I pull my dick free of his body and toss the condom to the floor. He doesn’t seem interested in moving, not that I can blame him. “So, about the marriage thing?” I tease. “Is it still too soon?”

He chuckles, turning his head to look at me. “Oh, for sure. What? Are your prospects for good sex so limited that you’re out proposing to any man who lets you dick him down?”

“Nah. Not any man. One that was adventurous enough to play along with me, maybe. I do have standards, you know?” We both laugh and he rolls to his back. “I’m joking about the marriage thing for real, but if you meant what you said about dinner, I’d be down for that.”

“Yeah? You don’t think going out with a ‘nerdy boy’ is gonna fuck up your frat boy aesthetic?”

I shrug. “Not sure that I really have an aesthetic, nerdy.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Well, any man that can dick me down like that and get me to enjoy a party can definitely treat me to dinner.”

Epilogue

Kegan-1 Year Later

“Xav!” I yell, walking through the apartment. He doesn’t answer, which is strange. He’s usually always here when I get back from class. If that shithead forgot our anniversary, we’re going to fight. And I may withhold sex. Nah. Not doing that, actually.

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