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“So super sure,” I tell him, the feel of his fingertip unerringly finding its target infinitely more arousing than the impersonal plastic of the nozzle I shoved up my ass earlier. “I want—” I huff out a breath as Joey presses against me, just a little. “I want you to do what you promised. I want you to wreck me, Joey. To show me what it can feel like. I’m ready.”

Joey’s hand leaves my pants as he stands, dumping me unceremoniously onto the couch cushions. For a second, I worry I said something wrong. But then Joey scoops me up into his arms as if I weigh nothing.

“Holy shit,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carries me toward the bedroom. “That was impressive as fuck, dude. Is it just my loins, or is it hotter in here?”

“I’ll never wreck you,” Joey says, his voice rough as he maneuvers me through the doorway. “Not ever.”

“It’s just an—”

The wordexpressiondissolves into a yip as Joey tosses me onto the bed. I bounce once, and then there he is, crawling over me, his crotch slotting against mine and his eyes so earnest I have no choice but to shut my mouth and listen.

“All I will ever do is worship you,” he promises, leaning down to press a kiss near my ear. The next one lands on my neck, his stubble making me break out in goose bumps. “I will make you feel good.Onlygood, bub. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t give to you if it’s within my power to do so. Whatever you want. Whatever you need, it’s yours.”

Fuck.

“So,” I say a little breathlessly as Joey tugs my shirt aside to place a kiss on my shoulder, “if I asked you to put your fingers in my ass while I tasted your cock, you’d give me that?”

Joey’s answer is in the way his lips meet mine, forceful and sweet. “Anything.”

And maybe he’s talking about our arrangement. About him helping me explore sex with a man for the first time.

But the promise in that one word is enough to have my heart skipping a beat.

No, I don’t think he’ll wreck me. Not intentionally.

But I’m well and truly fucked when it comes to Joey Delgado.

Chapter 26

Joey

I feel electrified as I help rid Brad of his clothes, my skin buzzing and my fingertips prickling with hyperawareness. I don’t know what it is about this man, but he’s had me under his thrall since the moment I met him.

And now?

Now he wants to know what it feels like to be fucked, and he wants me to be the one doing the fucking.

It’s a miracle I’m still conscious.

I kiss Brad’s chest once his shirt clears his head. Down further. His stomach and that little outie belly button I want to erect a shrine to. Brad huffs a small laugh, his eyes bright as he looks down at me.Fuck. He’s so gorgeous.

I inch lower, kissing his subtly sculpted abs as I flick open the button on his jeans. Lower still. His cloth-covered cock.

Brad lets loose an airy sort of breath, the kind of sound he makes when we’re just getting started and he’s still somewhat under control.

That won’t do.

I slip his briefs down and take his cock into my mouth. The noise he lets out this time is louder, a moan mixed in with a laugh as he says, “That’s supposed to be my job.”

“Sucking your cock?” I ask, tugging his pants and underwear off so I can lick a stripe down the length of his shaft.

“Suckingyours,” he says, his whole body jerking when I take one of his balls into my mouth. “But that’s good, too. Keep on.”

Gladly.I give his sac some love, using my tongue and lips, sucking each ball into my mouth and then both, until Brad lets out a string ofah, ah, ahsounds like he’s closer than he wants to be. I let him go, brushing my fingers back along his perineum instead. Brad spreads his legs wider, the invitation clear.

I give his inner thigh a swift kiss before slipping back. “Let me grab the lube.”

“Yep,” he says, voice choked.

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