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That’s enough for me. Knowing I can never really have him is as painful as it is perfect. It leaves me with nothing to lose.

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GRAHAM

Ishould have left an hour ago. But Silas on his back with his legs open wide and his dark hole beckoning me is too much to resist. My dick is so hard, it’s painful. The only relief is inside him. The rough squeeze of his ass as I move slowly in and out is the only thing I want. For the last three weeks when it was my hand around my cock and his face or his dick on the screen, this was the pressure I tried to replicate. But there’s nothing like the real thing. The full Silas experience.

The moans, the kissing, the look of exertion on his face as he works as vigorously as I do.

He’s so powerful beneath me. Fucking him is pure, delicious, exhausting pleasure. We move together, strong and steady, sweaty and sexy. We grip each other by the hair, mouths forcefully attached, tongues stroking constantly.

He whimpers as my abs graze his cock, shifting into the angle where I’m stroking his prostate with my crown over and over again. He’s close. His strong thighs tremble against my arms, and his ass clenches forcefully.God. Fuck. He’s good.

He turns his head, my mouth landing on his neck, and he shatters. His cum bursts on my chest, and I look down betweenus to watch his cock continue to gush and spurt. Somehow he keeps his rhythm until I’m pounding into him, chasing my own release, now imminent from the sight of his.

His hole tightens around me and it feels so fucking good. “Fuck…yes.Fuck.”

And then he says what he says every time he knows I’m about to come. “Give me everything.”

They’ve become my trigger words, setting off a chain reaction of primal need to fill him until he overflows with my cum. It’s instinct. A survival need.

When he lets out a long groan, I’m done for. My teeth bite into his neck, and I drive in to the hilt, releasing my load in pulsing bursts. I move only enough to milk out every drop. When I’m finally empty, I lick and kiss where I bit him and leave my cock buried in his ass. I try not to smother him as I lie on top of him.

He wraps his arms and legs around my back and holds me in place. We breathe heavily into each other’s ears. “That was fucking perfect,” Silas says.

I never know what to say when he compliments the sex. Does he mean his orgasm? My performance? Fucking in general?

Silas has been with other men since I last saw him. They meet him the same way I met him. I’m not jealous exactly. I knew what I was getting into when I started my shameless, ultimately failed flirtation with him. Or maybe it was a huge success? “Is it different for you? When it’s you and me?” I ask.

“Very different,” he says like he’s reading my mind. “For you?”

Is he asking aboutAvery? Because it’s almost impossible to compare what I do with Avery to what Silas and I just went through together. That was a fucking journey. Sex with Avery is like a chore. Or a job—like the one he does, I guess. “Of course.”

But where it pinches is that Idocare about her. It frustrates me that I haven’t managed to get her pregnant. I want to be able to give her what she wants, too. And there’s still a small, lingeringpart of me that wishes I could wanther. I bury my face in Silas’s neck and try to push all the complicated thoughts away for at least a full minute.

He gives my ass cheek a stroke, a squeeze, and a light tap, indicating it’s time for me to move.

We separate but then turn toward each other in bed. He pushes my hair back from my sweaty face and kisses me. “Maybe you should get going,” he says, drawing away. “It’s like you’re trying to make me spiral.”

“This really doesn’t bother you? My leaving?” I ask.

“Not the way it bothers you,” he mutters.

“You don’t want a real relationship?”

“This is real enough for me,” he says dismissively.

I sit up and look at him. “How is this good enough for you?”

“Didn’t we cover this? You’re gonna make me fucking say it, aren’t you?”

“Say what?”

“You’rewho I want. It’s not complicated. I love you, Graham. There. There it is. Happy? Now I sound like a fucking lunatic.”

Something that feels mostly lethal happens to my heart when the words drop from his mouth. I put my hand on my chest and squeeze, forcing myself to breathe. “You?—”

“Don’t ask me to explain it. You know I’m shit with words. It just happened. One day you were hot and I wanted to fuck you. The next day we were arranging furniture in the Capitol, and it clicked. I couldn’t help it. I’m guessing that’s not what you wanted to hear.”

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