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In my wildest dreams, I never could have imagined how good this would feel. My face is on fire. My balls are aching. Excitement swirls deep in my core.

Oh shit, I think I’m gonna come. He’s holding me firmly in place, the only movement I’m getting is when he nudges his face into me really hard, but there’s so much heat, so much mess, so much pressure on my taint I don’t think I’d evenneeda dick to come from this.

Fuck, he’s gonna hate that. If he didn’t want jizz in his jeans, he’s really gonna hate it on his comforter. “Ryan…”

He thrusts his tongue deep inside me. I cry out his name again, and he growls around my hole.

“Ry, fuck, I’m about to come.”

With his hand, he lifts me by the ass cheek and his fist wraps itself around my cock.

My thighs tense as the orgasm pulses my tight balls. He pulls my dick between my legs, the stretch excruciating and impossible. And then it’s in his mouth, once again, just in time. Apologies to the roommate, but I come so hard and so loud, no amount of pillows or music would have helped muffle it. It’s so extreme, I drool and convulse. It’s the most shocking thing that’s ever happened to my body. Electric and dangerous and absolutely fuckingmiraculous.

For long moments, I don’t feel anything but pure ecstasy. It overloads me, causing the opposite of numbness. I feeleverything,and it’s allgood. Static fills my head. I’m deaf and blind. I’m locked in the perfect expression of what my body is capable of achieving in its most heightened state.

And when the weight of gravity pulls at me again, when I can hear my breath against the pillow, I still feel his mouth on my cock, sucking gently, licking lightly, tasting and warming me.

It’s intense. A lot. Almost too much. But I fist the pillows and squeeze my eyes shut, wanting this part too. Once I give it a minute, it’s all good again. “I like that,” I say quietly, not expecting him to hear me.

His mouth engulfs me, and it’s as big of a relief and turn on as sinking into a flesh light. I groan when his nose hits my balls.

“Fuck me, Ryan. Please.”

He doesn’t say a word. Neither agrees nor disagrees. But he slides his mouth off my cock and wraps his hands around my hip bones. My eyes fly open, and I hurry to get my knees underneath me. He reaches for the nightstand, and Ithank God.

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RYAN

This needs to be over. All of it. I’m out of control, and I can’t fucking take it. He’ll hate this. He’ll freak the fuck out, and we can be done. Or I’ll hate it. I don’t know. I just know I need to do it. My mind needs it. My body certainly fucking needs it. And my stupid fucking tormented soul does, too.

I don’t have to love him to fuck him.

I don’t have to love fucking him.

I don’t have to fucking care at all.

Even with a condom on, my hand feels good on my dick as I coat it with lube and stare at his tiny hole, still wet and glistening from what I did to it. It’s the same exact color of his nipples—or it was before I attacked it with my mouth. Now it’s even redder and smaller. Scanning up from there, my gaze follows the long line of his spine and the broadening, inverted triangle that forms from his lean torso. His arms are stretched out, his head turned toward the closet, his chin tilted down so he can see me.

He looks wrecked. Sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, eyes glazed and bright, lips bitten to a garish pink. Fuck. Hot.

He’s never, ever looked better.

I never pictured us like this. Not once. With the way he used to rail away at Kaylin, I always imagined if there ever was a time for us—or when I would happen to dream about it, I was the one bent over, ass up, taking his punishing thrusts.

But I see all that differently now. His naked ankles, his draping legs, his breathless, gasping mouth and the needy whimpering noises he makes between all the swear words. He’s a slut, and I love a slut. Sluts know how to break through my walls. They know how to wind me up and get me inside them when I can’t always see my way there.

They make sex fun and uncomplicated.

Nothing about this has to be complicated.

I slide my slick cock up and down his crack, transferring some of the excess lube.

“Fuck yes,please…”

His begging is hot, too.

“Put it in me.”

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