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“Say please.”

“Fuck you. Get inside me.”

The back and forth between us was helping to distract us both from the nerves that had returned. Carefully removing my fingers, I rolled the condom over my erection before adding a generous coating of lube. “How do you want to do this? Want to go on your stomach? Ride me? Or stay this way?”

“Any. All. Fuck it, let’s start with me on my stomach.” He turned over, and I was treated to the sight of his gorgeous ass flexing, spread wide and ready for me.

“Charlie. You have no idea. No. Idea.” I felt fucking dizzy with lust for this man. As I began to ease inside, smoothing my hand down his back, I had to bite down hard on the inside of my cheek to distract myself from how fucking perfectly he was taking my cock.

“Move. Fuck me,” Charlie begged when I was all the way in, only giving himself about five seconds to adjust, and so I drew backwards before rolling my hips down again, fucking him at a slow, careful pace. Nothing had ever felt as good as the drag of my cock inside him as I thrust in and out, Charlie pushing back against me, our combined pace increasing as our movements grew more confident.

“Harder.” Charlie shifted his hips up, and I adjusted the pillow, pushing it more firmly beneath him, and then I got my hand down between us so I could get a hand on his cock. With my next thrust, he cried out, his body jerking against mine. “Oh,fuck. Do that again. Right there.”

“Yeah?” I thrust in again, and again, and again, until I was fucking him hard and fast, both our moans were constant, and the pillow and my hand were wet with his precum. There was no possible way I could last. I didn’t even have a hope of staving off my orgasm. “Gonna come,” I rasped, and before I could even catch my breath, I was unloading into the condom, my cock pulsing for what felt like an endless amount of time as I shook against Charlie.

“Fucking hell. You coming inside me. So hot,” he panted. “Let me come all over your abs.”

My few remaining brain cells processed his words. Fuuuck. He was going to mark me with his release.

I pulled out of him and rolled onto my back. Charlie wasted no time in shifting onto my thighs. There was a deep flush on his cheekbones, and his eyes were hazy, the green swallowed by his pupils. Biting down on his lip, he got his hand around his dick and stroked hard and fast until his cock jerked in his grip. His abs contracted as he threw his head back, stripes of cum shooting over my abs and chest. My own cock gave a weak throb at the sight, and if I hadn’t just emptied my balls, I was sure I would have come from that completely fucking erotic sight.

Collapsing onto me, he pressed the side of his face into my throat, his rapid breaths evening out as I stroked up and down his sweaty back. When he began to lazily mouth at my jaw, I tapped his ass lightly with my fingers.

“Shift over a bit so I can get this condom off.”

“Nrgh,” he mumbled, and I laughed through a sudden yawn.

“I don’t think that was English.”

“Tired.” He rolled onto his side, meeting my eyes. “You’re amazing.”

I liked him so, so much.

“You are.” I reached out, rubbing my thumb over the heated skin of his cheekbone. “Best sex I’ve ever had.” It was far too honest for two people who were just supposed to be fucking around, but he had to know just how special he was.

His cheeks flushed even darker, warming beneath the pad of my thumb. “Me too.” He tugged his lip between his teeth as he trailed his fingers up my abs, smearing his cum around. After a moment, he glanced up at me again. “I discovered something about myself as well. I like having a dick in my ass. A lot. Even the bit at the beginning where you stretched me out. I liked the burn. Fuck, I love dick.”

“Mydick,” I growled, suddenly possessive, and his eyes widened. His lips curved upwards.

“Yeah.Yourdick.” His fingers moved, and I realised he was using his cum to draw a heart shape on my skin. “Your dick, attached to you, you sexy, possessive fucker.”

“I’m not possessive.” It was a lie. I was…of him. I’d never been this way before.

Flashing me a grin, he drew another heart, but when he started drawing stick figures, I clamped my hand down over his, stilling his motions. “My abs are not a canvas, and your cum is not paint.”

“Says you. Yet I’m here drawing pictures all over you.” He rolled back on top of me again, trapping our hands between us.

“You’re a menace, Charlie B,” I said, lifting my head to kiss the tip of his nose.

“You’re the menace. Remember, you’re an actual criminal. You pickpocketed meandmugged me.”

Giving me no time to respond, he slanted his mouth over mine, and really, that was the best way to shut us both up. My mind drifted as the events of the day caught up with me, and I let myself enjoy the feel of his slow, soft kisses as he pressed me down into the mattress, my body boneless and spent.

Eventually, he rolled off me, carefully cleaned us both up with a damp washcloth, and took care of the condom. By the time he slipped into bed beside me, I was asleep.

28

Skimming through my textbook, I highlighted the passages relevant to my architecture project. I didn’t often sit in the library and work, but late in the evening, it was quiet, and I could work undisturbed. I’d been struggling to focus at home, but maybe here, I’d be able to get this portion of my project finished so my supervisor could look over it and give me her feedback.

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