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I eyed him skeptically.

He grinned and slid his hands up my chest. “Do you still want to make me come?”

“Yes,” I breathed, because holy fuck, how was that a question?

“Okay. Well.” He leaned in close. “I still want to makeyoucome too.” His lips grazed mine. “I’m still in the mood to make you feel good, and you’re still in the mood to make me feel good.” He half-shrugged. “Doesn’t sound like anybody’s killed the mood to me.”

It wasn’t that simple and we both knew it, but I appreciated the effort.

And it turned out that kissing him was a lot more fun than talking about why my equipment had failed. My mind tried like hell to stay snagged on the past, but the present—especially Riley’s body and his touch—was way more interesting. We fell back into what we’d done the first night we’d stripped off all our clothes—making out and running our hands all over each other, exploring as if this really was the first time all over again.

To my surprise, my dick got onboard again, too. As I started to get hard, Riley rubbed against me, groaning softly between kisses, and I couldn’t help pushing back, rutting against his thigh. He was steel-hard, and before long—holy fuck, I got there, too. The friction made my head spin, and my body respondedas if it had never taken a timeout at the worst possible time. In that moment, I was tempted to grab the lube, tell him to turn over, and get inside him before all my hangups had a chance to remind me why that wasn’t happening.

I didn’t, though. I felt too good, and so did he, judging by his moans and those hitches of his breath. I didn’t want to ruin this.

It was Riley who murmured, “Hand me the lube?”

I froze. “The—”

“Don’t worry. I just want some lube so I can start jerking you off.”

The words drove a soft whimper from my lips, and I couldn’t help grinding harder against him, desperate for that friction.

“God, yeah,” he growled. “Get… Baby, get the lube.”

This time, I didn’t hesitate. And as long as he was putting some on, why not do the same?

We ended up on our sides, and oh, fuck, I loved watching him respond to my slick strokes. And his hand was absolutely magic on my dick, gripping me tight and pumping hard, but not fast. We fell into a rhythm together, slow and lazy and perfect, and about the time I noticed he was fucking into my fist, I realized I’d started doing the same.

“That’s so good,” I panted. “Jesus…”

“Yeah, it is.” He licked his lips and met my gaze, his pupils blown and his eyes on fire. “Can you come like this?”

“I think… I think so.” Though I was afraid to commit to anything after earlier, my orgasm felt inevitable at that point. Not ready to go off this second, but like something that was going to happen if Riley kept going what he was doing.

“I want you to come,” he breathed. “I’m gonna come too. God, baby…” He thrust harder into my hand. “Love what you do to me.”

Even through the haze of arousal, I still couldn’t believe I was doing this to him. That I had him this turned on when I’dbeen such an utter failure earlier. Maybe he was right after all—I hadn’t killed the mood. And despite my hard-on abandoning us at an inopportune time, Riley still wanted me.

“We’re gonna fuck,” I assured him, slurring a little. “Don’t know when, but—Jesus. I want to fuck your ass.”

“I know you will,” he murmured, and he pumped me even harder. “We’re gonna get there. And when we do, I know you’re gonna feel so fucking good, you’ll make me scream.”

I bit my lip, thrusting into his hand as I kept jacking him.

“We’ll get there.” He sounded out of breath now. “We’re not gonna rush. We’re not gonna push you. When… When we get there, you’re going to be so ready for it, you won’t be able to think about anything except fucking my ass.”

A whimper escaped my throat. “I want that. So bad.”

“I know you do. I want it too.” He kissed me, and he let it linger until he had to come up for air. Panting hard, he said, “However long it takes us to get there is gonna be so, so damn worth it.”

I closed my eyes as cool relief flashed through me like the release of an orgasm, even though I was still building up to that.

“It’ll be worth it,” he breathed again, letting our lips brush. “And I’m in for as long as it takes to get there.”

I shuddered, and I couldn’t help thrusting into his hand. “Riley…”

“This feel good?” he asked. “What we’re doing right now?”

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