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“Okay, this is going from hot to not.”

“Yeah. You’re right.” We grinned at each other, and then I grabbed his arm, dragging him over to the bed. “Bet I can get you back in the mood if you lie down.”

His humour died away as he lay back on the bed, and what a sight he was. Stretched out fully nude, showing all thosesculpted muscles and that hard dick, glistening with precum and my saliva…he was so fucking hot.

“Volcano levels,” I murmured to myself.

“Huh?”

“You. You’re volcano-level hot.”

His eyes darkened. “So are you, Charlie. Come here.”

I detoured to his bedside table before climbing onto the bed, and as I’d hoped, he’d stocked up with supplies. I counted six bottles of lube, two boxes of condoms, and a few other items that looked very interesting…

Grabbing the closest lube, I paused. “Condoms or bare? If we have enough time for clean-up, I vote for bare.”

“Bare. We’ll make time.”

“Mmm. Okay.” I closed the drawer and climbed on the bed, straddling his thighs. “You know how you fucked me this morning? I think if we take it slow and use enough lube, you can go in with no prep. Wanna try it?”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Yes.”

While Nate liberally coated his cock with lube I spared a few moments to spread some lube around my hole, dipping my fingers inside. When everything was covered in a slick warmth, I rose above him and reached around behind me, holding his dick in place. Taking deep, even breaths, I began to lower myself down, easing him inside me at a glacial pace.As I took him deeper, breathing through it, my thighs shaking with the effort of taking it so slowly, the initial burn faded to a more pleasurable stretch.

“You feel so good,” Nate rasped, his hands spreading my cheeks as he palmed my ass. “You took my cock, balls deep, just like that. You’re fucking incredible.”

“Mmm.” I remained still, getting used to the feel of him inside me and allowing my thighs a minute to recover beforeI put them to work again. “Fuck. You feel even bigger than normal.”

A satisfied smile curved over his lips, and that cocky look did things to my dick. I fisted it as I straddled his body, watching my precum drip onto his torso. The sight was so fucking hot, and it seemed as if Nate agreed because he groaned out a whole string of swear words, staring at my erection with a heavy-lidded gaze, his pupils blown wide.

“Ride me, Charlie.”

I began to move, rolling my hips as he held me. His hips came up to meet mine, and we got into a rhythm, fucking harder as I opened up for him. I bore down on him, changing the angle just a bit, and—fuck.Yes.

“Fuuuuck. That’s it.” My prostate was being stimulated so fucking perfectly, I barely even needed to touch my dick. It was a sensory overload—Nate fucking into me, his body so hot and hard beneath mine, his cock filling me so completely, touching the nerve endings inside me that sent jolts of pleasure through my body. My dick was dripping, throbbing in my hand as I stroked myself in time with the thrust of our hips.

My climax tore through me, my cum shooting across Nate’s torso, all the way up to his face. I jerked and shook, gasping through it, my mind blanking out as white burst behind my eyelids.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Nate thrust upwards, making me cry out at the sudden overstimulation, and then he lifted me up and off him, pushing me down onto the bed on my back. Leaning over me, he stroked his cock hard and fast, and I closed my eyes as he marked me with his release. Hot stripes of cum hit my face, and I slid out my tongue, so greedy for his taste.

A finger stroked across my cheek.

“Open up,” Nate said in a low, hoarse voice, and when I did, he smeared his release over my lips before dipping his fingerinto my mouth. “You’re a fucking miracle, Charlie Brooks. How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one. Nate Glover loves me.”

I felt him shift next to me, the mattress dipping, and then soft lips were on mine. “I do. I really, really do.”

38

GRADUATION—ONE MONTH LATER

Jada held up her phone. “We need a photo of you and Jonas together.”

“Yeah, we do.” I slung my arm around my best friend as we posed in our graduation caps and gowns. When Jada had snapped several pictures, Sophie and my dad took her place, brandishing their own phones.

“Proud of you,” my dad said when Jonas stepped aside to speak to his own family. “First one in the family to graduate. Lemme take a photo of you with Soph.”

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