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He whimpered, then bit my shoulder, and my toes curled as my back arched off his chest. I hadn’t come, but oh God, I was close now.

“Keep going,” I pleaded. “Oh yeah, that’s so hot.”

“Fuck, you have no idea.” He sounded on the verge of falling apart. “This feels so… it’s so good. I…” He shivered hard, his breath hitching. “God, I want to be in your ass.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, the thought of his thick, hard dick stretching my hole and thrusting the way it was now between my thighs—holy hell, yes.

“The second you’re ready,” he murmured, digging his fingers painfully hard into my hip, “say the word and I will be… I will…” He gasped, then cried out, and he thrust so hard he forced me an inch or two across the mattress as he shuddered violently. “Fuck!” His nails bit into my hip, and he kept thrusting, using his own cum for lube until he huffed out another harsh breath, then stilled. His forehead touched my shoulder as he loosened his grasp on my hip. “Oh my God…”

I was almost as out of breath as he was. My hand had stopped, but the need for friction got it moving again, and I whimpered softly as I started stroking myself.

“Does that turn you on?” he whispered in my ear. “Thinking about me fucking you?”

“Uh-huh.” I had to shut my eyes again as I teetered between drawing this out and giving myself the release I desperately needed. “I want it. Bad.”

“Me too.” He kissed behind my ear. “And I will. Not tonight, but when—Jesus fuck, Nolan, I am going to ride you until we both scream.”

I barely recognized the helpless sound that escaped my lips. “Please?”

“Mmm, you better believe it.” He kissed my neck again. Then he drew back a little, and I gasped at the sudden coolness everywhere he’d been touching me. Before I could protest, he tugged my shoulder. “On your back.”

I did as I was told. For a panicked flash, I thought he’d climb on top of me, even though he never had.

Instead, he knocked my hand out of the way and took my dick in his mouth.

Instantly, that panic disintegrated, replaced by pure need. I pushed myself up on my elbow and stared down at him. He’d always been so damn good at giving head, and this time, he went down on me like it was going to makehimcome. He moaned as he took me deep in his throat, and I could barely find my breath.

And the view? Holy shit. He’d always been hot, kneeling between my legs and going to town on me. Naked and flushed, his short hair as tousled as it could be—there was nothing sexier.Nothing.

Except maybe when he flicked his eyes up to meet mine, my cock still stretching his lips as he let it slowly slide out.

“Fuck, Riley,” I breathed. “That is so hot.”

He hummed and took me deep again.

I struggled to find any air, never mind words, and finally managed, “Make me come? Please?”

As soon as I said it, he changed his tempo and tightened his grip. Just like that, there was nothing I could do except surrender to the utter bliss that crashed over me with every stroke of his hand or mouth. I tried to keep watching him, but I was too overwhelmed to keep my eyes open, and I fell back on the pillow. I thrust up into his mouth the way I knew he loved, and he moaned again as if he really might come just from sucking me off.

“Keep going,” I begged. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m almost… You want me to come in your mouth?”

I knew he did, but I loved the way he whimpered when he wanted to egg me on.

“Fuck. Keep…” I bit my lip and arched, and I had just enough clarity to shout, “Oh, fuck, I’m coming!” a second before I was doing exactly that.

Riley kept me going, too, same as he always did, stroking and licking until there wasn’t a drop left.

Then he eased up. I sank back onto the mattress, and he pulled me in close. My heart pounded. I couldn’t catch my breath.

And, still trembling in his arms, I couldn’t remember ever feeling this damned good.

Chapter 11

Riley

I’d been curious for a long time about what Nolan looked like naked. I’d seen him in shorts and snug tank tops, but never even without a shirt.

And oh God, this version of him was nothing short of glorious.

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