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I clenched my eyes closed, reaching for that trust. Logically I knew he wouldn’t be disgusted, wouldn’t laugh or turn around and walk out. That wasn’t who he was, just as I wouldn’t turn away if our roles were reversed. But if I couldn’t even look at myself, how could I expect him to?

“Don’t you want to see me, Peter?” he asked breathlessly, his lips brushing my earlobe, and all the stress I’d been feeling over the decision rushed out of me in a gust. Because of course I wanted to see him.

“Okay,” I whispered, drawing my hand back so he could find the switch.

It was worth it to see the mischievous smile he flashed me as he continued backing up toward the bed. “I have been dreaming of this every night for weeks,” he admitted, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

I hesitated, my eyes lowered. “I-I’m sorry. This probably won’t be anything like your dreams. I don’t know how much I can do yet. I’m kind of still finding my way here.” I groaned in frustration. “If only I could do half the things I dreamed of doing to you.”

He grinned, eyes twinkling. “I love that you admitted that. You deserve a reward.”

My eyebrows jumped. “I do?” If that was all it took to earn his kisses, I would admit every single one of my failings.

“Mm-hm.” He moved me so we’d traded places. “Sit right here on the edge of the bed. I want to undress you.”

I did as he asked without hesitation. While a month ago, I might’ve balked at having someone’s help for something so simple, it was a very different act now, more intimate than I ever would’ve imagined. Casey took his time, easing the buttons of my shirt through the holes, kissing my skin as he bared it one inch at a time. I felt every breath as it coasted over my sensitive flesh. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, teasing at the hair on my chest, nipping at my nipples. My breath hitched when he paused briefly at my ostomy scar, still pink and freshly healed. I moved to cover myself, but he gently pressed my hand aside and gazed up at me through his lashes as kissed the scar tenderly. He didn’t stop there, though. In fact, he kissed each and every scar, as if giving thanks for allowing me to live. There was no disgust coming off him, only gratitude.

“Up,” he said, patting my hip. I lifted my ass off the bed for him to work my pants and underwear over my hips, and while I kept expecting for him to give attention to my fully engorged cock as it sprang free, all he offered me was a single kiss on the crown. He looked right at me as he did it, then stepped back with a smirk.

“Lie back on the bed,” he instructed me, and boy, did I ever comply. There was the usual ripple of pain, but it ran a distant second to the need I felt to claim my omega. I felt almost feverish, my heart racing.

Propped up on pillows, I had a front-row seat to what came next. It was Casey’s turn to get naked. He swayed his hips in time to music only he could hear, giving a slow, erotic striptease. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he made a living on the pole at The Bar Cherry. This man hadskills.

“Dinner and a show,” I groaned, trying so desperately not to touch myself. I was liable to come far too early if I got started without him, so instead, I fisted my hands in the sheets.

My nostrils flared as the scent of his slick perfumed the air as he slid his briefs down his legs, drawing me deeper into the moment more surely than any drug. If I wasn’t careful, Casey would become my new addiction.

He was all smooth skin and gentle curves, and I needed to get my hands on him.

“Come up here,” I said when he finally knelt on the edge of the bed, ready to crawl his way up my body. “Straddle my chest. I really want to repay the favor.”

His eyes flared with heat, and while he prowled his way up the bed, he stalled when his face came even with mine, with his knees bracketing my hips. His golden hair fell forward, and his sultry grin faded just a fraction. “Promise you’ll tell me immediately if anything hurts.”

I ran my hands up his thighs, lightly sprinkled with soft blond hair, relishing their strength, coiled and ready. “Of course,” I said, though he didn’t look like he believed me. Right now, I was feeling no pain. I would probably need a hot soak later, but for now, I believed that any price would be worth having him like this.

“Now, are you going to scoot up here like a good boy?” I asked, canting my hips to make our cocks brush together with the barest friction.

Casey groaned and bit his lower lip, then nodded and began to shimmy up my torso, careful not to put too much of his weight on me. I tucked my arms on the inside of his legs, and with my hands on his ass, urged him higher still, until he was hovering at my shoulders. I stared up the length of his body at him where he was gripping the headboard. Gods, what a view!

“So, Casey, where’s that dessert you promised me?” My mouth watered as he stared down at me and took himself in hand.

Casey angled his cock until the tip of it tapped at my mouth, smearing precum on my lips. Moaning, I licked up my first taste of his salty goodness, then I opened my mouth, inviting him in.

Oh so carefully, he fed his cock into my mouth, the skin silky on my tongue. He barely went in a few inches before withdrawing, too careful of his depth, but I could feel the quiver of his thighs as he struggled to keep himself composed. He should know by now that I wasn’t made of glass. If I hadn’t broken by now, this certainly wouldn’t do it.

Kneading his meaty ass, I slipped a finger through his slick, teasing at his tight pucker. When I breached his hole with the first digit, plunging deep, it startled him into jerking forward, filling my mouth. He jerked back onto my finger, trying to pull away. “Shit, sorry!” he rushed to say, but I refused to let him get far. I gave my head the barest of shakes, trying to convey that he shouldn’t apologize. In fact, I wanted so much more.

In case he didn’t get the message, I added a second finger, pushing him forward onto my face. He seemed scared to hurt me, reluctantly rocking back and forth on me. If he didn’t want this, I would stop in a heartbeat, but that wasn’t the problem. He kept watching me for flinches. Well, that just wouldn’t do. I wanted him to turn his brain off entirely, to do nothing butfeel. So, I added a third finger, stretching him much the way my lips were around his shaft, and he gave a needy whimper.

At last, I thought.Now we’re getting somewhere.

When Casey’s eyes drifted shut, I knew I had him. Brain thoroughly overloaded with pleasure, he began to thrust in earnest, fucking into my mouth, harder and faster, deep enough that he nudged at the back of my throat. My jaw began to ache, my breathing constricted to tiny sips of air between thrusts, and I swore I’d never been harder in my life. I moaned around him, hollowing my cheeks and swallowing around his thick head.

His slick ran down my wrist and forearm, and I curled my fingers inside him, massaging his prostate.

“Oh gods!” he cried out, bucking. The tight ring of muscle clamped down on my fingers just a second before he slammed home in my mouth, his clenching sack against my chin as he unloaded his cum down my throat. I drank it down like the finest wine, desperate for his essence.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he whined, fighting not to sit right on my chest. He clung to the headboard, thighs shaking as he slipped from my mouth, softening.

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