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“Not as many as you think. It’s more when the urge strikes.” Then he lifted his head to peer down at me. His fingers gently traced along my cheek to my jawline. “No one’s ever been in this bed with me like you are.”

“I won’t take you for granted.”

“I know. Of all people, you protect the mafia boss and yet you’re the one I invited in.”

“Appearances can be deceiving.”

“No shit.” He chuckled. Then wiggled. Then thrusted. His moans returned. “Can we get back to what we were doing before you threw me off the bed?”

“Absolutely.” My hands coasted down his sides to the globes of his ass, where I gripped him and held him still so I could grind up against him.

“Jesus.” His head dropped down, reveling in what I was doing to him.

I held on to him and rolled us over, so I was on top again. While I could talk to him all night and had plans to do so in the future, right now, I wanted to be connected to him.

Getting to my knees, I lifted Barrett’s legs onto my shoulders and found the lube to put some on my fingers. He was partly stretched when I put two fingers inside him. I worked him open, watching him relax and eventually try to fuck himself on my hand.

I removed my fingers then slicked my cock. Positioned at his hole, I leaned forward, pushing his legs toward him, and slid inside, but only partway.

Barrett let out a long breath and relaxed against me. If he tensed, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get fully inside without forcing myself, and that wasn’t happening.

Inch by inch, I pressed in, stilling every now and then to give him time to adjust. I wasn’t small; he was right about that. I also never really focused on the size of my cock. I’d had men in the past go crazy when they saw it. I hated that shit though. I ceased to exist once they saw what I had. With Barrett, sure, he made a comment about it, but there wasn’t a point tonight when I felt like he was using me. He was as deep in this as I was, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

When I was finally buried deep, I took a moment to just breathe. He was a fist around me. It took everything in me not to pound his ass like my body begged me to.

His hand went to my neck to roughly pull me down, my lips meeting his. We were teeth and tongues and lips as I started to rock in and out of him. I released his legs, which immediately went around my waist.

“More,” he panted. “You’re not going to break me.”

“One day, I want to fuck you until that smart mouth of yours shuts up.”

“That’s a promise you better damn well keep.”

My hips snapped forward in response. His blunt nails clawed at my back as we shared our breath.

This moment was so big, such a long time coming, I wanted to drag it out for hours. The reality was so much better than anything I could have dreamed up. Barrett was strong and muscular, but he was also vulnerable and afraid. He didn’t need to speak every emotion he felt for me to understand just how monumental this was for him. It wasn’t lost on me how much trust he put in me.

Barrett tried to work a hand between us, but I didn’t want him to take care of himself, not while I was here. I pushed myself up and brought my hand to his cock, fisting him, and started to pump him in time with my thrusts. By some miracle, I was able to hold back from coming. The only explanation I had was because I had to take care of him first.

It wasn’t more than a few seconds before his body strung tight, and he shot between us. He called out my name, those chills breaking out on my skin again at hearing him. The way he moaned and let go as his orgasm took hold, it was a sight I’d never forget.

This was Barrett,myBarrett, and he was fucking beautiful.

Once I’d milked him good, I leaned back, hooked his legs over my arms, and thrust into him again and again. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Not the way his cum pooled on his stomach or the way his hair was sweat-slicked and stuck to his forehead. I fucked him until I came with a yell, never releasing him from my sight.

My breath sawed in and out, grounding me, and reminding me this wasn’t a dream. I finally had Barrett blissed out beneath me.

That smart mouth of his had no words to speak, but there was a wistful smile on his lips.

I withdrew slowly, my cum slipping from inside his body. Maybe we should have talked about condoms. I hadn’t been with anyone in a while, and I never did this bare before him. He wouldn’t have risked me either.

When he reached between his legs and pushed my cum back inside himself, I knew he was fine with the way things played out.

19

BARRETT

My brother watched me as I walked down the hallway the next morning.

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