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“Ungh!Fuuuck! There!”
My fingers dig into his hip, my palm splayed and pressing into his belly as I fuck him fast and hard.
“Good boy,” I rasp into his ear, nipping at it. I nearly jizz from my own fucking words.
“Oh God, Remi. Don’t say that. I-I won’t last,” he whines.
“You’re so good. Taking this cock.” I continue to grunt filthy words as I plunge in and out of him. Praising and rewarding him with every thrust into his hot, clenching body.
And then his hole is pulsing around me, and my nuts draw up. We both come together with strangled cries.
* * *
“Now that you’ve had a little taste of both, what do you prefer,boyfriend?
At his quizzical look, I clarify.
“Top or bottom?”
Even aftereverythingwe just did, everything we’vebeendoing, his cheeks still pinken adorably.
I think I know whatI’mfeeling. And I hope it aligns with his desires.
“Oh. Um.” He ducks his head and peeks at me from under his auburn lashes, glasses off.
“I like both. But I really, really like what we just did. I guess I’m more of a bottom?”
“Yeah?”
Oh, hell yes.
He nods, a small yet confident smile gracing his lips. “Yeah.”
We’re lying on our sides in his bed—faces inches apart—with a clean change of sheets and fresh showers. It’s almost four in the morning, but we’re both a little wired from the sheer amount of drama in our lives. Not to mention the buzzing of the texts I’ve been avoiding from my jeans that are in a heap on the floor. I have to focus on Linc right now. My boyfriend.
Not Unknown or my family issues.
“I think I’m more of a top, myself,” I volunteer, leaning forward to lick at his mouth. He kisses me back, and I casually suck on his tongue before pulling back and carrying on with the pillow talk.
“Seeing your asshole stretched open with my cock? Feeling you grip me like that? Fuck. I could come just picturing it in my head, Preppy.”
He giggles softly. “Stop before I need you inside me again. My dick’s already half-hard.”
I reach down and cup him. “You’re more than half-hard,” I growl. “But we need to talk about a couple of things before we sleep. You need rest and to recover.” I roll to my back, staring at the ceiling fan circling slowly above us.
“Since the plan to get you out of this bullshit courtship is to just tell the truth, I say we start with Grady and Sierra. Since you planned to come out to them anyway, this is just forcing your hand earlier than expected. But it’ll be okay; I’ll be there with you. And I’ll be there when we tell your parents. I got your back. Always.”
“Okay. I can text Grady to meet up after school.”
“After the gym. Because you’re coming with me again. And as soon as your hand heals, you’re training with Otto and me. No more studying and making flashcards on the sidelines. You need a healthy outlet. And punching mirrors isn’t it, Preppy.”
He scoots into me, and I slip my arm around him, pulling him tightly to my body. He hides his face in the crook of my neck. “Just hold me. Please. I can’t talk about that part right now.”
“Don’t be embarrassed, Linc. It's a step above punching a brick wall, and I’ve been there myself. There’s no judgment here. Ever. I just want to make sure you’re okay. You have a boyfriend to lean on now.” I kiss the top of his silky auburn hair, inhaling his fresh citrus scent.
“Let me hold some of that weight for you.”
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