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“Do it yourself,” I say, moving to accommodate his makeshift bidet. I jerk his cock the same way I’m jerking my own while he shudders and moans loudly.

“How’s it looking back there?” he asks.

“Like I could eat off it, now come to bed and feed me.”

“Fuck,” he says as I pull him into my arms again and kiss him hungrily as the water sprays us both, washing away what’s left of the soap.

“I just wanna be pretty for you,” he says.

“You’re fucking perfect for me.” Jesus. Wasthatnecessary?

He doesn’t shy away from the praise, though. He kisses me again. I shut off the water, give his ass a squeeze and then a light slap to get him moving. I follow him out of the shower, making a half-hearted effort to dry off while he’s more meticulous about it. Once he’s done rubbing the excess water from his hair, he drops the towel, and I nod for him to meet me on the bed.

He takes my hand and pulls me into the bedroom with him.

20

MALCOLM

Tonight has felt like a series of small miracles. Ryan’s desire is more potent than it’s ever been, and mine is close to suffocating me.

“I need you to fuck me,” I say when the backs of my knees hit the mattress.

“Good, because I need to be inside you.” Ryan positions our cocks between us, both erect—mine leaking like crazy. Once they’re side by side, he pulls me close, pressing them between our lower abs. With one hand on my ass, he uses his other hand to grip my jaw and pull me in for a long, muscle weakening kiss. His tongue drags along the surface of mine, his plush lips covering my mouth.

I’ve never cared much for kissing. It’s necessary foreplay, a means to an end, but never something I’ve derived much meaning from, or placed any importance on. Kaylin’s kisses are small and sweet, more lips than tongue. In high school, she was more audacious, but as we grew up and got used to each other, the heat dissipated. It’s not like either of us were going to come from kissing, so we usually just fast forwarded to the orgasm making.

But now, in the wake of Ryan’s kiss, I have another word for kissing Kaylin. Dispassionate. His assault on my mouth is erotic torture. It’s got me wanting things I didn’t know to want. It’s got me dying to put my mouth on every inch of him, taste his sweat and blood. It has me near desperate to pull the words from his chest—the ones he told me years ago—with my fucking teeth. He’s taking me the fuck apart.Again.

I want to break away to say please, Jesus, make it stop, fill me up, shut off my heart, my brain, but I can’t stop letting his tongue into my mouth.

I’m on the bed somehow, and he’s on top of me, grinding our cocks together and kissing the fuck out of me. My legs are locked around him, and I’m rocking with him, my balls tight and hot, my hole wide open, stretching enough that there’s a slight burn I crave more of.

His head drops to my chest, and I throw my head back to gasp for air. His mouth closes around one of my nipples, and I jerk with the electric shock that lights up my spine. My balls pulse viciously, and it’s like a bonfire flares in my pelvis. I come so unbelievably hard my back comes off the bed, and the cat yowls at the noise I make.

Did that just happen? What the hell? When did I get so easy?

“Fuck,” he groans. “Turn the fuck over.”

I don’t thinkIdo it, I thinkhedoes. A few seconds later, anyway, I’m on my stomach and cold lube is stuffing my ass on his thrusting, curling fingers. “Shit, oh shit…” I whimper, trying to get on my knees. He lifts my hips and holds them in place with an arm beneath me, buying me time to make my body work again.

“You want it like last time?” he asks.

“Yes. Fuck yes.”

Or no… No, I want him to punch into me. Make me feel it everywhere. Shock me and push me to my limit. Make me feel every ounce of pain I deserve, and the pleasure I can’t help but take. But all I can say is his name. “Please, Ryan…”

I hear the rip of a condom packet, and I manage a no, too.

“No?” he asks.

“No condom,” I tell him. “Just you.”

“I always…”

“Please…just you.”

He kisses my back, his hair grazing my shoulder blades. His hand moves up and down my thigh. I can sense his hesitation, but more than that—his silky, hot cock rubbing against my hole, telegraphing his need.

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