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We were alone up here. Nate pressed against my back as I unlocked the door, his hot breath hitting the nape of my neck. I shivered, letting my weight rest against him for a couple of seconds before I turned the handle.

Inside my room with the door safely closed and locked behind us, I turned to face him, pressing a quick, hard kiss to his lips before stepping back.

My gaze swept down his body, noting the bulge in his shorts. “Before I get you another T-shirt, want me to return the favour?”

“I didn’t do it expecting anything.”

“No, I know. But maybe I want to.”

“Yeah?” he said softly, cocking his head. “You sure? You thought you were straight until recently. I understand if?—”

“You were in denial until recently,” I reminded him. “Aside from that, don’t forget I live with four men who are regularly doing, y’know, sex things with other men, and one or two ofthem like to overshare. I could probably write an essay on giving blowjobs at this point, even if I haven’t done it myself.”

Nate laughed. “Sex things?”

“Shut up.” My face was hot, and I reached out, grabbing a handful of his damp T-shirt and yanking him into me. He came easily and let me manoeuvre him over to my bed, where I pushed him down. Seated on the edge of my mattress, reclining with his weight resting on his hands, he stared up at me with a challenge in his eyes. I tapped the inside of his shoe with my trainer, and he spread his legs enough for me to stand in between them. Leaning down, I planted my hands on the mattress on either side of his and took his lower lip between my teeth, applying light pressure. He moaned, and it went straight to my dick, but this wasn’t about me. This was about him.

“Keep your hands there,” I instructed him, and his eyes flashed with heat. He remained still, and I lowered myself to my knees. For all the confidence I was hopefully projecting, I was actually terrified of messing this up, and I wondered if it had been the same for Nate. If it had, he’d hidden it well.

“Charlie. You look so fucking hot on your knees for me,” he said, all low and throaty, and fuck him for making all my blood leave my brain and rush to my dick. I needed my wits about me to suck him off, but how was I going to do that if I couldn’t eventhink?

“I—” I began hoarsely. Swallowing, I tried again. “I need you to stop talking for a minute, okay?”

The corners of his lips curved upwards in amusement, but he nodded. Taking several deep, slow breaths, I got myself under control…sort of, and then before I could overthink it, I tugged his shorts down.

Why did he have to have a big dick? I mean, it was a very nice dick, as far as dicks went. Not that I’d ever studied another dick aside from my own. Hard, with a vein running downthe underside that I wanted to trace with my tongue, foreskin already retracted to show the head, all pink and wet with his precum. My mouth actually watered a bit. But yeah, it was a bit daunting thinking of getting it in my mouth.

There was nothing for it but to try. Recalling everything I’d unwillingly learned from JJ and Ander—not that I wanted to be thinking about my housemates at this point—I shuffled forwards and gripped his erection lightly, then guided it into my mouth.

The groan that fell from Nate’s throat was fucking sinful, and it encouraged me. Turned me on, too. I breathed through my nose as I swirled my tongue all around the head, licking across the slit and tasting his precum. As I lowered my hand to gently palm his balls, I dipped my head lower, taking more of him into my mouth, feeling the tension in his legs as he held himself still. When I traced that enticing vein with my tongue, he groaned again, one of his hands leaving the bed to slide into my hair.

“Fuck, Charlie. You’re so—” he gasped, his words abruptly cutting off as I stroked my finger over his perineum. Getting into a rhythm, I raised my head until only the tip of his cock remained in my mouth, swirling my tongue again before taking him back down, as deep as I could go without gagging on his thick length. His hand tightened in my hair, his panted breaths loud in my bedroom as I took him closer and closer to the edge with my mouth and my hand.It was harder to breathe through my nose than I thought it would be, but I didn’t even care, too focused on the hot, heavy erection filling my mouth.

He suddenly gasped, tugging urgently at my hair, and I pulled away, stroking him through his orgasm as his dick pulsed out cum all over my hand. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, hands down.

“Wow,” I said shakily when he was finally done and he’d collapsed backwards onto the bed with a long, drawn-out groan. “I think I might have a cum fetish.” My dick was so fucking hard.Taking a tentative lick of his warm release, striping my index finger, I hummed. “Mmm. Weirdly into this.”

“Weirdly?” Nate said breathlessly, attempting to lift his head before giving up, letting it flop back down. His chest was still heaving, and a thrum of satisfaction went through me. I’d done that to him. My first ever blowjob, and I’d smashed it.

“Well, yeah. It’s not meant to taste good, is it?”

“Dunno. Some people like it.”

“I guess I’m one of those people.” My tongue darted out again for another taste. “I’m not gonna put it on my chips instead of mayo or anything, but yeah, I like it.”

Nate burst out laughing. “Put it on your chips? What the actual fuck? Why would you think of that?”

Wiping the remainder of his cum on his ruined T-shirt, I climbed to my feet, straddling his thighs. Choosing to ignore his question, I asked one of my own. “Was that good?”

He gestured to himself. “What do you think?”

“I think I’d like to hear you say it.”

“Is that so?” Shifting me back a little, he pulled himself upright and placed one of his hands on my side, holding me in place. “Let’s see. You…on the floor between my legs, staring up at me through these long eyelashes…” Pausing, he traced a finger carefully over my lashes. “I’ve never been so hard in my life. Then your mouth on my dick. Fuck. You’re a natural cocksucker, Charlie B.”

My dick jerked. It took me a moment to form words. “One of my many talents. You get mugging and pickpocketing, and I get this.”

His brows pulled together. “Are you saying mine wasn’t good?”

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