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“Yeah,” I exhaled. “So much. It feels like you rebooted my brain.”

“Good.” He gave my bottom lip a sharp nip. “I hope you hurt tomorrow. It’ll give me something nice to think about.”

My fucking God, he wasn’t real. At this rate, I’d fall in love by next week.

“But we need to get some sleep now.” One last kiss, and then he switched off the light and guided me out of the bathroom. “You might actually turn me into a cuddler. I should punish you for that.”

I grinned like an idiot and followed him over to his bed.

He made me get in first, presumably because he was getting up the earliest. The bed wasn’t too small, but I still had to get up close with the wall.

“C’mere.” He got in next and pulled me close. “Kill the light. I’m too comfortable.”

Happily. I reached over him and flicked off the light, so now we only had the faintest glow from my room next door. It was okay. I wanted to see him in the shadows.

This was the dream. His naked body against mine.

He pressed his forehead to mine, and we shared the same pillow.

“That mouth, too…” He ghosted his thumb over my lips. “The way you sucked my cock.”

I poked my tongue out to taste his thumb, and something darkened in his gaze.

Maybe round two wasn’t completely ruled out?

He let me tease him for a few seconds before he replaced his thumb with two fingers, and it revved me up all over again. Long before I was physically ready.

I saw his jaw tick, and he pushed the digits deeper into my mouth. As far as he could, until he could feel the back of my throat. My mouth watered, and it was that half an inch before I gagged. Like, I could feel it coming on, but I’d need his cock.

“That right there, when your eyes become glassy,” he whispered. “Motherfucker.” He withdrew his fingers and promptly rolled on top of me. “Tell me what else you fantasize about.”

A rush of heat pressed itself to the surface, and I rolled my hips to feel all of him against me.

“Swallowing you,” I admitted, already sounding needy as fuck. What was wrong with me? I’d literally just gotten off. How could I already crave more? “Feeling you pump in and out of my throat, and then you flood my mouth with your come, and we make out as I swallow.”

He exhaled and kissed my neck, where I felt his tongue too. And his teeth graze.

His hands roamed my body, and I couldn’t help it. He was making me hard again. But at least I wasn’t alone. I felt him against my thigh.

“More.” His voice came out as a low growl. “I wanna hear it all.”

I swallowed a moan and slid my feet up the backs of his calves. “I want you to use me however you want. Like, own my body. Use it to get off.”

He rumbled another growling sound and came up to kiss me hard. “You can’t be fucking real, boy.”

Words I’d just thought myself.

Fuck, this was wild.

I snaked my tongue around his and poured everything into the kiss, and I clung to him, no longer worried I might come off as too desperate. He evidently got off on it.

“I want you,” I whispered against his lips.

He nodded and stroked my thigh. “On one condition.”

“Mmhmm…?” I kissed his cheek, his jaw, and down his neck, where he smelled so damn good.

“I can’t make you cry every time we fuck.”

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