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I shake my head, the motion bumping our noses together.

“No, not exactly. It’s just that I remembered my mom is having the upstairs bedrooms renovated at the moment, which means there’s only one bed.”

He arches an eyebrow and grins.

“One bed should work.” He leans in again and gently nips at my bottom lip. “But maybe we should head back to the house so you can show me. You know, just to make sure.”

“Yeah,” I growl, my cock throbbing and my heart pounding. “Let’s go.”

Chapter 3

NOLAN

The walk back to the house isinterestingwith my cock persistently hard between my legs and my heart hammering wildly against my ribcage. I drag my tongue over my lips for the umpteenth time, greedily searching for any last remnants of Caspian’s kiss on them.

I glance over and catch him looking right back at me, his eyes dancing with the same heat and excitement coursing through me.

We’re doing this. I’m about to go back to a beach house filled with childhood memories and get naked with my best friend’s little brother. I wish that thought was a boner killer, I really do, but the chemistry and anticipation swirling between us is impervious, even to my usual sense of loyalty.

What’s that expression? Ask forgiveness, not permission. Slater will forgive me. I push my best friend out of my mind and jog up the steps to the house with Caspian just a stride ahead of me. He swings the door open when he reaches it and then spins around to face me. A playful smile dances on his lips, still puffyfrom our kiss back at the bar. My head is swimming, but I don’t think I can blame it on the tequila—at least not entirely.

Caspian hooks a finger in my belt loop and yanks me forward, even though I don’t need encouragement. I’m already moving, desperate to feel his body pressed up against mine without a table between us.

“This is fucking insane,” I murmur, our chests colliding.

Caspian palms the back of my head, his neatly trimmed facial hair tickling my skin as his warm breath puffs against my lips with every exhale.

“Absolutely batshit,” he agrees with a raspy chuckle.

I slam my mouth into his again and we both moan. I can feel the sound vibrating through our chests, along with the frantic beat of this racing heart. The thick, hard shape of his erection slides against mine through too many layers of clothes, tempting me with the muted heat of his skin. I tangle my fingers in his hair, our tongues stroking and tangling as we stumble blindly through the house, grunting muffled moans and stifling disbelieving chuckles.

I’m no stranger to sex. I like it and I’ve had a lot of it. One-night stands, friends with benefits, long-term relationships, I’ve done it all and I’ve found different things to appreciate about getting physical with varying degrees of feelings involved. But there’s something about the way everything inside of me is sparking with electricity at every one of Caspian’s touches that feels different. There’s chemistry, and then there’s whateverthisis. Wild, greedy, out-of-my-fucking-mind desperate to get my hands on him properly.

We tug at each other’s clothes as we stumble into the bedroom, groping and pawing at each other with every layer we manage to shed. Caspian growls when we’re forced to break the kiss to pull our shirts off, both of us flinging them asidecarelessly, then colliding again with even more fervor than before.

I cant my hips, grinding our cocks together. Every rapid beat of my heart pulses and throbs through the veins of my cock, my heavy balls, and the churning heat in the pit of my stomach. We fumble with the buttons on each other’s shorts. It would probably be faster and easier to just undo our own, but it feels like an impossible ask to take my hands off him, even for a second.

Caspian gets mine undone first, shoving them down. My cock springs free between us, and just a few seconds later, so does his. The hot tip of his erection bumps against mine, slick and sticky with precum. I shiver and my hips jerk involuntarily, as if feeling the full length of his dick against mine is a biological imperative like breathing.

“Fuck,” he groans, sinking his fingers into the fleshy part of my ass to hitch me closer, pressing his silky, pulsing shaft flush against mine.

“Please tell me you’re a top,” I beg with a ragged chuckle, digging my fingers into his shoulders and sliding our cocks together a little faster. My balls bounce against his, and the hair on his chest, belly, and legs tickles and teases my skin. Truthfully, I could be happy getting off just like this, tumbling into bed and humping each other until we’re drenched in sweat and covered in each other’s cum. But I have no idea if this is a one-time thing, and if it is, I want to feel him for a few days after.

“Scratch that,” I pant, dragging my tongue over his clavicle and sucking on his skin. “Only tell me you’re a top if you brought condoms and lube.”

He laughs, spinning me around so my back is to the bed and then backing me up until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. I tumble down and he looms over me, raking his gaze over my naked, flushed body.

“Yes and yes,” he says. My hole twitches greedily, and another wave of needy heat rushes through my body. “But I hope you’re not expecting a quick fuck. I have a few long-standing fantasies I’d like to satisfy before I’m finished with you.”

He drops to his knees next to the bed, and I gasp as he grabs my ankles and hauls both my legs over his shoulders to position himself between my thighs. Lust flares in his eyes and he leans in to drag his nose along the inside of my thigh. The featherlight touch of his hot breath over such a sensitive area makes my balls tighten and my insides clench. Caspian reaches the crook of my thigh and buries his face there, right next to my heavy, sensitive sac.

“Fuck, you smell good,” he growls, nuzzling my balls, brushing his nose over them, then his hot, damp lips. My sac pulls tighter again and my toes curl.

“You were serious about that crush?” I ask breathlessly, grasping for a small distraction for a few seconds so I won’t blow the second he actually touches my cock.

He gives me a wry smile, then presses an open-mouthed kiss to the base of my cock, swirling his tongue over the sensitive skin and sucking gently. It jerks, dribbling precum against my belly, and a whine tightens in my throat.

“I was serious,” he says, holding my gaze, his lips brushing against my cock as he forms the words. He kisses my shaft again, barely an inch higher, just as tongue heavy and filthy, and just as unhurried. “Don’t feel weird about it though. You were a lot older than me, so I get why you never noticed me. I think I idolized you more than anything.”

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