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He swore, digging his fingers into my hips, and he kept up that perfect rhythm, sending me higher every time he slammed himself home. I was glad in that moment that he didn’t have a huge dick—I wouldn’t have been able to take him this hard or for this long. Lucky for me, his cock was as average as mine, and I took everything he gave me—every inch, every stroke—and got more and more lost in absolute bliss.

“That’s so good,” I murmured. “Fuckinghell…”

He groaned softly, his rhythm faltering for a thrust or two before he recovered. Then he slowed down again. He sounded out of breath as he asked, “You want to ride me for a bit?”

I swept my tongue across my lips. “Hell yeah.”

We changed positions, and as I eased down onto him… oh, wow, this was a view I could get used to. Riley, laid out on the mattress, sweat plastering dark hair to his chest as he watched me taking him. He had his hands on my thighs, his lips apart, and his eyes were absolutely on fire.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered. “Oh, fuck, that’s…” He squeezed his eyes shut as he pressed back into the pillow. “Holy fuck, Nolan.” He sounded on the verge of tears. “You feel so damn good.”

I closed my eyes and let my head fall forward, mumbling something that I hoped translated to,“So do you.”Because he did. Inside me, under me, naked with me—everything about this was everything I’d craved with men but rarely actually did. And even when I had done it with other men, I’d always been guarded and uneasy. There’d always been that thread of worry in the back of my mind.

That thread had snapped today, and there was nothing but us and this. I rode Riley’s dick, and he begged me not to stop, and it didn’t matter if I went fast or slow, he kept telling me how much he loved it.

“Do you think you can come like this?” he asked.

I shivered. “I… yeah. Yeah, I can…” I lost my stride for a moment, but recovered. “I can come this way.”

The response to that was a throaty growl, and then his fingers were around my dick. I’d gone a little soft when he’d first slid in, but I was at full attention now, and Riley took full advantage, pumping me as I rode him.

“Come, baby,” he pleaded, working my dick furiously. “I want to feel you come while I’m in you.”

Moaning, I dropped onto my hands and picked up as much speed as I could, chasing my orgasm as much for my release as to please him.

He egged me on with curses and groans, pumping me hard as I tried like hell to match his rhythm, and then—

“Oh fuck!” I cried, my whole body jerking with the force of my orgasm as cum turned his strokes slick and hot.

Riley made a choked sound and shuddered, and he drove up into me so hard, I very nearly lost my balance. Somehow, Istayed upright, and Riley swore as his hips jerked against mine and he tried to get just a little bit deeper.

I slumped over him, trembling and out of breath.

He was shaking too as he wrapped his arms around me and drew me the rest of the way down. His hand was unsteady as he stroked my back, and we were both breathing too hard to speak.

I closed my eyes.

And it was no exaggeration to say I felt better than I ever had in my life.

Chapter 13

Riley

I loved this new intimacy with Nolan. Everything about it was perfect and sexy, and he seemed to be as into it as I was. I’d be thinking about tonight—coming inside him while he rode my dick—every time I jerked off in the near future, that was for sure.

And now that we were getting naked together, not to mention kissing, it felt so much less like getting a handjob or a blowjob from someone who was barely interested. I hadn’t even realized how badly I’d been needing this kind of human contact until I found myself naked and wrapped up in Nolan’s arms, languidly kissing him. I could give myself orgasms. This? I couldn’t give myself this.

But there was another side to that coin, and that stark reality hit me when the door clicked shut behind him.

We’d showered together, and then we’d cuddled—actuallycuddled—in bed. I’d spent the most blissful time just basking in the ache of some good sex and the warmth of another man kissing me and touching me and holding me.

Lying there now, alone in the bed we’d thoroughly rumpled, I sighed and wiped a hand over my face. Each time I’d been in his arms, I’d realized how much I’d been missing affection andcloseness; now that he was gone, that realization cut right to the bone. More than it had last night.

Fuck. Why was I such a mess over this?

He wasn’tgone, gone. Tomorrow morning, we’d get up and continue the drive to Seattle. After this trip, we’d return to Okinawa. I suspected there was plenty more sex and cuddling ahead of us.

But right now, he may as well have been all the way back at his apartment with the cats, not just on the other side of this wall. I struggled to imagine how close we’d been just a little while ago—so close I’d literally been inside him—because he wasn’t here now.

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