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That’s probably a good thing because my muscles are pulled tight, my cock leaking, and my body is on autopilot. I’m going on pure instinct as I lick and suck his cockhead, wanting to take more of him into my mouth but also wanting to take my time and explore.

I stroke him with my hand and take a little more than an inch at a time, reveling in his big hand in my hair. He’s threading his fingers through the strands and holding onto me. Like he needs us to be connected in more ways than one.

It’s all too damn much and not enough at the same time.

My balls are pulled up tight against my body, and when he curses, tugging on my hair, it’s all over for me. I pull off his cock and cry out his name as I lose it against the bed, my cum covering the comforter below us.

“Oh fuck,” Vaughn says. “Open your mouth.”

I’m wrung out and can barely move, but I manage to do that just in time as his hand wraps around mine, which had previously stopped moving. He strokes himself until his cum is spurting into my mouth and on my cheeks and my chin. He makes a mess, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced—porn or otherwise.

I swallow what managed to get into my mouth, loving the flavor of him as he wrings out the last of his cum and collapses back on the bed. I lay my head on his thigh and breathe deeply, trying to catch my breath and not caring about the sticky mess.

“You look wrecked.” He says it so fondly, and I feel his hand in my hair again.

I gaze up at him. “Can’t move.”

“Come here,” he says softly, and okay fine, I’ll move for him.

I’m surprised when I climb up his strong body, though, because his lips immediately meet mine. He’s not freaked-out by the taste of his own release. If anything, it makes him kiss me harder, and he licks my chin and my cheeks, making me cackle.

“Are you cleaning me?”

“Someone had to. You’re a mess.” His voice is throaty and sexy as hell before he kisses me again, both of us sharing his release.

“We should change the sheets and get cleaned up for real,” I say, but I’m not looking forward to doing that in the communal shower.

“See, should have gotten your own place,” he says, smacking my bare ass with his big hand.

“Hey.” I rub the sore spot with my hand and laugh. “No one told you to be a total jock and live in the jock dorms.”

He laughs too, and we climb up, finding some tissues to take care of some of the mess before we sneak into the showers and quickly rinse off. He wanted to join me in my stall, but I had to put my foot down.

When we get back to the room, we change the sheets, laughing the whole time. It’s light and fun—what we’ve always had—but it’s more too. I try to remind myself for the hundredth time not to get too lost in it all.

But it feels almost impossible. We go out to eat, and then when we get back, we fall into bed together, kissing and touching but not going further. Not really needing to.

Warning bells are going off in my head, but I try to convince myself that it’ll all be okay anyway.

Because a bigger part of me really needs this, no matter what the fallout brings.

19

VAUGHN

Having sex with your best friend is awesome. I highly recommend it. Though, I’m not sure if what we’ve done so far can be considered sex. I think so. After he blew me for the first time, he decided he needed more practice and did it again the next morning.

It was even better the second time around. And before I had to leave to get to the game, we kissed on his bed, totally naked and grinding our cocks together until I wrapped my hand around both of us. We came our brains out just like that. Just rutting against each other with pure hunger.

Who knew another cock could feel so good against my own? I certainly didn’t, but I’m all for it happening again and again. He’s kissing me so sweetly now in my bed. He came to me this time, and I almost curse having a game this weekend. I don’t even get to play, but I’ve had increased practice time, and who knows? Maybe I’ll get to play once this year.

But I want this all the time. I hate that he goes to a different school. “How are classes going?”

Of course, that’s what he wants to talk about. I suck on his bottom lip and lift his shirt up, trying to get it off him, but he only laughs and resists.

“We still have to use words sometimes, don’t we?” he asks but doesn’t sound too sure.

“Fuck words.” I start kissing his neck, sucking and licking. I can’t get enough of him. “We talk all week because I can’t touch you.”

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