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“That’s so fucking hot,” Kerian gasps, speeding up his thrusts. “Fuck, I want my load on your face.”

He pulls his cock free from between my lips and jerks himself, spraying all over my face. I hold on to his thighs to keep myself upright while he comes in ropes on my cheeks and chin.

Kerian pulls me to my feet and shoves his tongue into my mouth. He collects some of his release from my face and feeds it to me. I moan, rolling my tongue against his and swallowing him down. I grip his biceps, the only things keeping me on my feet while he owns my mouth.

When he’s had his fill, he pulls back with a satisfied grin on his face. “Let’s clean up. I’ll feed you pizza, then take you home.”

“Thanks, Kerian,” I say sleepily, grabbing the cloth he gave me and pumping some of his body wash on it. Instead of cleaning myself up, I drag it over his body, washing him off.

“I know how to clean myself. Been doing it for years,” he says, though he doesn’t stop me.

I shrug and finish washing him, paying special attention to his cock and sac. His dick gives a small twitch, but he doesn’t get hard. After back-to-back orgasms, I’m not sure he has it in him.

After he’s clean, I turn towards the shower head and let the water drizzle on my face to get rid of Kerian’s cum. I make quick work of cleaning myself up.

I jump when I feel fingers near my hole. I’m sore, the smallest graze making me hiss. Kerian steps closer, wrapping a hand around my waist and kissing my shoulder. “Making sure you’re clean everywhere, Dimples. Sore?”

I nod, leaning into him while his fingers tunnel into me smoothly. “Yeah. Nothing I can’t handle, though.”

He plants one more kiss to my shoulder, then removes his fingers, leans around me, and turns the shower off. “Out. Food. Then you gotta go.”

“Romantic,” I deadpan, pushing my wet hair back.

“Never claimed that.”

I watch him towel off, his well-muscled back flexing as he brings the cloth back and forth. He wraps the towel around his waist, then grabs another for his hair. He tosses a towel at me and I step out of the shower and dry myself. Kerian saunters to his room and I pull on my clothes, heading to the kitchen when I’m dressed. I search through his cupboards until I find plates and pull down two.

By the time he’s dressed, I have his calzone and some wings on his plate while I’m wolfing down a slice of pizza. My stomach was so empty, but I didn’t notice while Kerian was playing with me. Now, though, the pit that is my stomach needs sustenance.

“It’s my favorite pizza place,” Kerian says, volunteering information to me. It’s small, insignificant even, but I hoard it greedily.

“Yeah? I’ve never been.” I take another hearty bite of the pepperoni pizza, grabbing a wing to dip into some ranch. “Don’t really have time to eat a bunch of greasy foods.”

He gives me a dry look. “You know what off season is, right?”

I shake my head, biting into the wing. It is really good, seasoned to perfection, and the ranch is smooth and creamy. “Nah. I can eat junk when I’m pro. Right now, I have cheat days once, maybe twice a month. I can’t afford to get out of shape.”

I’m not sure why I’m telling him all this. He gave me a small tidbit of his life and I’m telling him my hopes and dreams. Then again, I’m always talkative after sex if I don’t pass out. So it tracks.

Kerian shrugs. “You’re missing out.”

We don’t talk while we’re eating, but that’s fine. My mind is elsewhere, thinking about what this means for me and Kerian, and most importantly, when we’ll have a repeat. I fidget and my ass smarts, but not enough to put me off from wanting him inside me again.

After we eat, I rinse the plates and slide them into his dishwasher while he goes to get his keys and wallet. I’m exhausted from two orgasms, but I’m under no illusion that Kerian wants me to stay here. He made it clear that he’s taking me home, and honestly, I wanna be alone right now. I have a lot to think about when it comes to Kerian.

The drive back to campus is quiet. Tense. I rub Kerian’s thigh, feeling it bunch under my hand. He sits stiffly in the driver’s seat, his jaw tight and his eyebrows a slash on his forehead. It’s probably because I’m touching him, but he’ll have to get used to it. He said I was his, so he has to accept how I am. And I am touchy as fuck. It drove some of my ex-girlfriends crazy, but it’s just how I am. I’m not going to change just because I’m fucking a dude now.

When we pull up to my campus, Kerian idles in front of my building, the car in park but his eyes straight ahead.

“Okay,” I murmur, looking at his profile. “I’ll uh, I’ll see you later.”

He doesn’t answer, though his jaw ticks.

Sighing, I open the door and have one foot out when he grabs my arm. I turn to him, a question on my tongue, but he kisses me before I can say anything. As before, his kiss is hard and demanding, a mark of ownership.

And I allow it.

He pulls away with a sigh, shaking his head. “I’ll see you soon, Dimples.”

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