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“Use it,” he says. “Fuck it. I fucking need you inside me.”

I will. I need that, too. But first, I drop to my knees.

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SILAS

Igasp loudly, nearly yelping when he covers my hole with his mouth. My first instinct is to rise to my toes, get away from it because it’s not what I expected, and it’s shocking how instantly overstimulating it is.

But with his fingers tucked behind the straps on my thighs, he drives my heels back to the floor and does exactly what I told him I like. Sharp flicks of his tongue send jolts of burning sensation all around my rim. His legendary drool slides through my ass crack as he draws a full circle along the edge of my ring. “Fuck,” I grit out, trying to stay quiet. “Fuck…”

“Tell me what you like,” he says. “Teach me to make it good.”

“It’s already—put your mouth back on me.”

He does it all again, licking and flicking, and then again until my cock has fought its way out of the tight underwear and the tip is exposed and leaking. I hang onto the shelf, my knuckles white, and my grip the only thing keeping me from floating away on a wave of bliss.

His warm hand finds my balls, freeing them from the tight confines of fabric, and tugs them between my legs before giving each of them a long, sloppy suck.

“Graham…holy shit.”

“Tell me what to do, Silas.”

“Suck them. Please. Oh,God…”

He takes my entire sac into his mouth. Graham’s mouth is like no one else’s. It’s wet beyond belief and greedy—so fucking greedy. He sucks my balls like he gives head. Back and forth, lots of tongue. If I touched my cock, I’d probably come. But if he keeps doing this well, I won’t need my hand.

Abruptly, he lets my nuts slide off his tongue. My knees buckle, but when his mouth covers my hole again, I go still all over, thighs trembling as I weather the deep plunge and suck.

“Perfect,” I tell him. “That’s so fucking perfect. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. Not for a long time. His moans and his tightening grip on me tell me he might love this as much as I do. I think he’s better at it than I am, too, but that won’t stop me from treating him later. Or sooner. I’m picturing a sixty-nine with my head clamped between his legs and my tongue buried deep inside him. Beard burn on testicles. Cum wherever it lands.

Oh shit…too close. “Need you. Need your cock,” I plead.

I hear him spit. Feel him rise behind me. The slicking of his hand over his bare cock is a distinct sound. He spits again and runs his fingers through my crease, shoving more saliva inside me as I shudder with want.

It’s not as easy a glide as we get with lube, but it’s good enough. The increased friction makes the fit tighter, the intimacy intense.

“Silas…” he whispers as he presses his thick dick inside me. His hands travel up my front, getting a grip on the lower band of my harness and stilling when he bottoms out. I’m stretched full as he kisses my neck. I groan from the pressure, from being joined so tightly to him. My channel ripples around his cock, attempting to suck him deeper, feel him more.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says.

“You’re so hard for me…” Those words are true, but they’re also deliberate. The ever-present need to lowkey remind him it’s not like this for him withher.And if it is, and he’s been glossing over that truth, then I wouldn’t mind him feeling guilty about that.

“Only for you,” he says, knowing me too well. There’s not a hint of a lie in his words.

God, I hate myself sometimes for trusting him this much this soon.

We move together in a subtle, shallow thrust. I clench, working my prostate over his flared crown as it rubs past. His breath is harsh on my shoulder—our slow pace insanely difficult to bear. His hands tremble on my chest with the effort of holding himself back.

One of them travels down my abdomen, finding my cock. His hand slides behind my underwear and gets a grip on the shaft. “Fuck yes,” I encourage him. The train rocks along the tracks, creating extra movements that stimulate the fuck out of me. This iseverything. The single hottest experience of my life.

The persistent grind inside me pushes me right up to the edge of an orgasm I won’t be able to compare to anything else. Turning my head, he’s right there waiting. Our mouths meet in a hot, wet kiss. It’s what I need—what my body demands to release the last thread of restraint. Breaking away, I cry out a release that could rival a cannon blast. I lose my hearing, and my vision blacks out at the edges. I can’t breathe as cum flies from my dick with his hand stroking it up and down. Before I’m even done—meaning while I’m still deep in it—he grabs the back of my harness and proceeds to give me a rough, thorough fuck. I’m barely hanging onto the shelf, my body sagging, still convulsing, as he bangs me deep and hard.

Flesh slaps flesh as more cum shoots from me, and I doubt my ability to remain standing. My arms won’t hold me much longer.

“Oh fuck…Oh, Silas…” his voice is breathy and unsteady.

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