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Especially when he put me on my back and went down on me. Jesus, the things he did with his mouth. I didn’t think my balls had ever gotten as much attention as Riley gave them every time he blew me, and tonight was no exception. He licked all the way up and down my shaft, and he spent ages teasing the head before sliding back down to work his tongue over my balls again.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, dragging my fingers through his hair. “Jesus, Riley…”

He hummed against my skin, and I had no idea how I didn’t levitate off the bed. Then he ran his tongue up the underside of my dick one more time before crawling up on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him as his hips settled between my thighs, and I moaned into his kiss as his fully hard dick came to rest beside mine.

He touched his forehead to mine and panted, “I can blow you until you come.” He licked his lips. “Or we can…” He rubbed his hard-on against me emphatically.

I whimpered. “Or we can fuck?”

“Uh-huh. Do you want to give it another try?” He grinned. “I’m, uh, I’m pretty sure I’ll last a little longer this time.”

I arched under him just right to rut my own cock against his body. “Fuck me.”

The growl that emerged from his throat gave me goose bumps, and then we were off and kissing again. Harder now. Hungrier. Like we were both so turned on we couldn’t see straight; I knew I was.

“Let me get the lube,” he said finally. “I can’t wait.”

I didn’t object.

He had me lie on my stomach, and he climbed on top. One thing did happen faster this time—I didn’t neednearlyas much prep as I had earlier. He still fingered me a little, probably just to be sure, but before I knew it…

Oh God.

Oh my fucking God.

Riley was inside me. All the way in. Moving easily and fluidly, lighting up nerve endings with every stroke he took until I was lucky I could remember how to breathe.

I pressed my forehead into the mattress and closed my eyes, completely losing myself in everything he did and I felt.

He slowed to a stop and tugged at my hip. “Come up.”

I did, and when I was on my hands and knees, he started moving again, sliding his hands up my sides as he rocked in and out. I kept expecting him to pick up speed. That had to be why we’d changed positions, right? So he’d have more leverage?

Slow and smooth, though. Slow and smooth. And I liked it, but I found myself rocking back against him, trying to wordlessly encourage him to give me more.

“Is this good?” he asked breathlessly. “Do you like it like this?”

Yes and yes, but also… God…

Nerves made me hesitate, but damn it, we’d made it this far. Riley wouldn’t hurt me. If I didn’t like something, he’d stop.

Just that knowledge—that profound and unwavering trust that he’d stop the instant he sensed any resistance—spurred me on, and despite my nerves, I said, “Can we—faster?”

Riley’s breath stuttered. “Yeah? You want it faster?”

“Uh-huh. Please.”

“Just faster?” he asked. “Or harder?”

The answer tumbled off my lips without a second thought:“Both.”

His low, throaty groan had me squeezing my eyes shut and trying not to come. “Hand… Hand me the lube?”

Wait, he wanted me to do something? Did he not understand how much I was struggling just to think? But a couple of brain cells did what they needed to do, and I grabbed the bottle and handed it over my shoulder.

Riley pulled out, but only for a few seconds. When he slid back in, his cock was even slicker, and then he was thrusting in fast and hard. “This good?” He sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth.

“So good,” I whined. “Oh my God…”

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