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His raspy groan has me smiling against his skin. I sink to my knees in front of him and brace my hands on his knees. He drags in a quick breath, the muscles under my fingers twitching.

“Let’s celebrate that midterm, yeah?” I ask. His throat bobs as he nods. I keep my eyes locked on his as I work the button of his jeans open. When his hard cock springs free, I drop my eyes to it. There’s already a bead of pre-cum sitting on the tip, so I lick it off. He whimpers and yeah, I’m a fan of that. Big fan. I drag the flat of my tongue along the underside of his head. His hips jerk up as another small whine falls from his lips.

I’m doing my level best to not be smug, but really? I so am. “Baby,” he moans, rocking his hips and making his cock bump against my lower lip. “I thought this was supposed to be a celebration. Why are you teasing me?”

If he thinks this is teasing, I’m not sure what to tell him. I bat my eyelashes at him. “I didn’t know you required instant gratification.”

He attempts to scowl at me, but it honestly just makes him look adorable. Thisissupposed to be a celebration, though, he’s right. So I close my lips around his cock and sink down, working him into my throat until I have my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes.

“Holy shit, Darce. I—shit. Fuck. Still don’t know how you do that.”

If I didn’t have a mouth full of cock, I’d probably be grinning. As it stands, I swallow, making my throat constrict around him. He chokes on a breath, tangling his fingers in my hair. I breathe deeply through my nose and pull almost all the way off his cock, swirling my tongue around the head before swallowing him down again.

His body twitches, another rough sound tearing through him. If he gets much louder, Park and Ben are going to hear us. Not sure that I really care about that. His hips jerk, pushing his cock deeper, his fingers flexing in my hair. Yeah, no. Idefinitelydon’t care about that.

I moan around him, bobbing my head. It’s easy to tell he’s working incredibly hard to keep himself from getting loud, and the half-bitten off groans and whimpers are so hot they have my cock aching. We are for sure doing this again when we have more privacy.

Within minutes, he’s chanting my name under his breath. Judging by the way his cock is pulsing and the taste of his pre-cum at the back of my tongue, he’s close. His breath catches when I hum. His hips buck one more time and he’s pulling frantically at my hair. “Coming. Oh,comingcomingcoming.”

I pull off his cock far enough that when the first jet of cum shoots out, it lands on my tongue. I swallow quickly, trying to keep up while he thrusts and spills down my throat. I keep going long past what is probably comfortable and when his sounds shift from enjoyment to slight pain, I let his soft cock fall from my lips. Sitting back on my heels, I stare up at him, unable to stop myself from smiling at the way his chest is heaving and his cheeks are flushed.

“How?” he asks again, narrowing his eyes in mock-suspicion.

“Practice,” I say, shaking my head in amusement when he pouts.

“Nope. Don’t need to hear about your practice.”

I laugh. “Come on. We probably missed kick-off.” Plus, there’s no way we aren’t going to get crap from Park and Ben. Oh well. Worth it.

Once West has his dick tucked away, he side-eyes me. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You didn’t get off.”

“I’m fine. It wasyourcelebration, not mine. Besides, I enjoyed it plenty.”

“But…” West’s voice trails off as he turns pleading eyes on me.

Lord almighty. “If it means that much to you, you can return the favor after the game. Come on. I’m serious. I don’t want to miss any of it.”

West follows me out of the room, grumbling complaints about me caring more about football than him under his breath.

Chapter 21

Weston

Ihear the slow applause before we even make it fully into the living room. Parker’s straddling Ben’s lap, facing the hall so the quirk of their lips is the first thing I see when I approach.

They give a low whistle. “Damn, West. You sound hot as fuck when you come.”

Ben laughs, but Darcy growls. “Parker. Enough.”

Parker shrugs, clearly unbothered. “What? Hedoes. You’re denying it?”

Darcy darts forward, flicking Parker in the forehead. “Of course I’m not denying it. Keep your mouth shut. Stop worrying about what West sounds like when he comes and worry about Ben, yeah?”

Parker huffs with an eye roll. “So touchy.”

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