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I fumble in my wallet for a condom, but he catches my hand. “Let me”.

“Brandon, are you sure?” He told me once that he was the one who did the fucking. And as curious as I am, I’m not sure I’m ready to take him. Particularly when Brandon is so, uh,blessedin that department.

He slips it on me in one swift motion.I exhale sharply. There is nothing, and I repeat nothing, hotter than the sight of Brandon snapping a condom over my rock-hard dick.

Brandon kisses me one last time, then slides onto his back, spreading his legs widely. I breathe him in as he lubricates himself, slowly, eyes fixed on me the whole time.

Suddenly I’m faced with the sight of both of us—him and me—staring back at ourselves hungrily from the mirror. “Is there anything else we need to…prepare?” I ask, wincing at my lack of experience.

“I just did, in the bathroom”. Brandon nods to a small, indistinctive black wallet on the bedside table. “We’re prepared. And we’ve already had the conversation about our sexual histories”.

An unfamiliar wave of anxiety hovers over me. “I don’t want to disappoint you”.

“You never could. Not in a million years. Just do what feels natural”. His voice is soft but commanding. “Whatever you want. But please. Do it quickly. Because I can’t wait anymore either”.

I grab his hips. Swallow. I manoeuvre myself and grab a handful of lubricant. He spreads for me, teasing himself open. Guiding me. I enter him slowly, as Brandon groans with a shudder that vibrates from his spine to mine.

“Is this okay?” I gasp.

He chokes out a nod.

I keep going, slowly, building my rhythm. I’ve been with so many women that it’s like second nature, but this is completely different. I’m watching what I’m doing.I want it to be good. More than good. I want to blow his fucking mind.

I grip his waist tightly. Brandon’s head is bowed, eyes screwed up as he groans out gasps of pleasure. “Harder”. I pull out, flipping him on his back, and slam into him harder this time. He pulls my head forward and I greedily kiss his chest. We keep going just like that until time loses all meaning.

“I’m going to come”. Brandon murmurs finally.I speed up, slamming myself into him so hard that he gasps and with an unearthly groan, he explodes.

Normally I’d let him go, but I’m not done yet. I keep thrusting, as his eyes widen in disbelief. I growl, then unload myself, straight across us both.I wait for him to finish convulsing before I let him go, and we collapse together onto the bed in a breathless flurry of sweating limbs and heaving bodies.

“That…”, he breathes, “Was amazing”.

“Yeah”, I manage, after a moment. I pointedly glance at my watch. “Well. Guess I better get going”.

We meet each other’s eyes, before he bursts out laughing. “You’re such a dick”. It’s the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life. I pull him closer. So tight that it feels impossible to let go. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

He shakes his head. “Not in a bad way. Not in a way I wouldn’t want to do it again”.

“It was good?”

“World-changing”. I pull him in closer, as his eyes widen at my meaning, “And I want you to change it again. And again. And again”.

Chapter 38

New Horizons

Brandon

It takes three hours to drive back home, and you better believe that I am singing all the way.

We’re talking 80s rock playlist. Windows down. DGAF who’s watching.

Leaving Parker back at Summit was wrenching, to say the least. It would have been so easy to stay curled up in bed with him for another night. All the other nights, actually. Because our night together feels completely un-top-able.

So to speak.

It was better than I ever could have dreamed. I’ve noticed a lot of new things about him that I’ve never seen before. Especially how soft and fluffy he looks when he’s asleep in my arms. That one was new. I refrained from sharing that observation. I’m pretty sure soft and fluffy isn’t the look cage fighters intend to go for.

The morning sex was pretty good too.

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