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I don’t know if he’s trying to hold back to wait for me, or if he just doesn’t want this to end, but I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take the way he’s trembling, or how thick his cock is in my palm, how it’s slick with precum and pulsing with the need for release. I can’t take the little jerks of his hips or the clench of his ass around me.

I can’t take the way he’s looking up at me like he’s waiting for me to exhale so he can take his next breath.

“Come for me, Dimples. Make a mess.”

And like I lit a fuse, he explodes in my hand. Zander clenches around my cock and cries out loud enough that Iknowhis roommate can hear him. His eyes slam shut and he grabs my wrists like he’s going to lose himself if he doesn’t hold on to something—if he doesn’t hold on tome. I fuck him through the waves of pleasure and bury myself hilt deep so I can relish the slick squelch of my cock sliding into his hole. He’s sohotandtightand his ass is squeezing my dick like it never wants to let go.

He’s still shaking from his orgasm when he opens his eyes—the pupils are all wide and dilated, and his expression is so fucked out I’m surprised he can focus.

But beneath that, there’s so much more.

Zander looks at me like I’m salvation, like he’s caught in the waves of the ocean and I’m reaching out my hand—safety, a lighthouse.

I’ve never been anyone’s light.

Now is the perfect time to prove that point—it’s the perfect time for me to pull my cock out and leave him there, fucked raw and used and a mess.

I don’t give a fuck about anything but myself.The words are right there on the tip of my tongue while my hips piston into his pulsing hole again.

They’re right there. If I tell him that now, he’llknowwhat this means to me—exactly nothing. Just orgasms and a good time.

That’s all.

And then the fucker reaches his hand up and runs his fingers through my sweaty hair, and that expression goes softer.

A lighthouse.

An anchor.

“Fuck you, Braithe.” I growl it, but lean forward and press my lips against his so the sound of my orgasm catches on his tongue as I explode inside him. My arms lift, hands tangling in his hair so I can pull his head back and lick into his mouth.

Pleasure sweeps through me and I deepen the kiss, fingers clenching in his hair until he moans against me and lets me taste him even more. I don’t want to admit it, but this kiss is different.

I feel like I’m trying to crawl inside him, like I’m trying to work my way past his tongue so I can nestle into his ribs and examine the thundering heartbeat I can feel playing confessions inside his chest.

If I could see it, maybe I could understand.

If I could see it, I’d probably shatter it.

My body spasms and my hips finally still—I stay buried in his tight heat, but for some reason I’m not breaking the kiss. I suck on his tongue until he’s shivering beneath me, his breath coming in sharp gasps that make me wonder if he’s going to hyperventilate.

When I finally pull back, he’s dazed. His lips are swollen and his eyes are wide, and he’s still staring at me like I’m the only thing holding him to the ground.

“Absolutely fuck you.” I murmur it again, then lean down and press one more kiss against his lips before I roll off the bed and start getting dressed.

I still when I hear cool sheets slipping as Zander sits up, pausing altogether when he leans in and I feel his lips ghost across my bare shoulders.

It draws a shiver up my spine, and I can feel his lips quirk into a smile where they’re pressed against my skin as he whispers, “Yeah, fuck you too.”

Shit.

Why does it feel like that’s not what we’re actually saying anymore?

My jaw clenches, and I’m not sure why the next words tear out of my chest, but I can’t stop them.

“I’m the only one you do this with.”

He actually laughs. “I know. You already?—”

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