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There’s a hot burst of air on my hole, and then Madden drags his tongue over it. Pleasure ripples out to my limbs.

“Holy fuck,” I manage, voice caught in my chest. “Oh, fuck.”

His tongue flicks around my entrance, gently teasing the sensitive skin, as I try not to lose my fucking mind. Then with a groan I feel to my toes, Madden makes good on his promise. He buries his whole face into my ass.

He eats me out messily, desperately, nipping my buzzing skin, and prodding my hole with his tongue. One hand sneaksbetween my legs to tease my balls, and it takes all my effort to stay upright. All I want from him is more. More licking, sucking, I want to feel his tongue spearing into me and to come from the feeling.

I brace myself against the wall with my forearm and reach behind me with my free hand. My fingers twist into Madden’s damp hair, gripping tight, encouraging him to give me everything he has.

Sex with him is an experience, one I want more of, and I hold him in place, shivering from his wicked mouth, overheated from the shower steam and how he’s setting my bloodstream on fire.

Madden’s tongue presses harder, more controlled, and I know the exact moment he slips into my ass.

I’m not entirely sure I don’t scratch his scalp I’m gripping him so roughly. My brain has turned into a swampy mess, and every thought and feeling and impulse has directed to my body. Madden’s tongue works in further with every pass, and I do my best to let go, to take him, to sink into this moment and let it have him.

He releases my balls and moves his hand up to wrap around my dick. It’s still wet from water, precum making it slippery, and Madden rolls his palm over the tip before dragging the makeshift lube down again.

His hand isn’t anywhere near as tight as I need it to be. He keeps his grip looser, strokes slow and relaxed and designed to keep me on the edge as his tongue takes over. He fucks it into me, growling into the movement, making it clear he’s as into this as I am. It’s the greatest feeling. To know he’s getting off on this. To know that Madden’s as turned on by sex with me as I am with him. The feeling spreads from my chest out to every limb, and I can’t hold myself back.

I ride his face, holding him in place as I thrust into his hand and back onto his tongue again. I’m overstimulated, skin tootight, cock getting angry and needy, and when I glance back and down to see Madden tug gently on his balls, thick cock fat and full, it’s too much.

I come, painting the tile as my cock pulses with ecstasy, hand seized up in his hair.

I finally let go as my whole body turns to jelly.

He stands behind me and redirects the water so it’s flowing over us again. Then the tip of his cock nudges my ass.

He’s breathing heavily in my ear. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

It’s not something I’ve given a lot of thought to, but I don’t need to with Madden. “Do it, then.”

Madden groans. “You’re killing me, Penn.” A rapid, wetslick slicksound comes from between us. “If you were stretched and I had a condom on, I’d be pushing inside your greedy hole.”

“Do it anyway.”

His smooth, leaking cockhead passes over my entrance again. “Want to so bad. Want to feel you wrapped around me. Want to see that sexy ass swallow me whole.”

His jerking off gets faster. Breathing more uneven. Louder. Right by my ear. My dick is spent and hanging between my thighs, but I don’t want him to stop talking. I want to know everything he wants to do to me. “Does that turn you on?”

He lets out a gravelly hum. “Want you to fuck yourself with my dick. Take over and make yourself come with it. Like you did just then. It’s so fucking hot watching you lose control.” His dick is passing up and down my crease, hand working faster. I might not be horny and ready to go again at the moment, but I want everything he does. Want to feel him stretching me open as he pushes inside. “That ass …” His voice is a low rasp. “Want to see the way it bounces as you take me.” He shudders against my back, and then thick, sticky cum floods out on my skin. He rubs his tip between my cheeks as he releases, deep grunts like porny music to my ears, and when he dips his head to suck on my neck, I arch to the side and let him.

I let him mark my hole and my skin, knowing at this point I’d let him do anything.

I’m so fucking obsessively in love with my best friend that I understand what he means when he says he has no limits. If he had shoved his cock inside me, no matter how much it hurt, I’d just sob and beg for more.

But he wouldn’t.

Because Madden has the biggest heart of anyone I know, and when it comes to him, I know I’m safe. Protected. Wanted.

I hope he needs me the way I need him.

Chapter 27

Madden

The old house at what will one day be Peach Acres has been cleared out from when Penn and I first saw it. Worktables are in the middle of the main living space, computers and plans sitting on top, with pinboards set up around the outside.

It’s been a month since I first started working with Damien on this, Leaf It to Us signage set up alongside Damien’s on the perimeter of the site, and poor Penn has been busier than ever, booking jobs for our new landscaper, Richard, to complete.

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