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I looked down at the ground for a moment, listening to the ambient music in the bar.
No one had ever said they were proud of me, growing up.
No one I’d hooked up with had ever said it, either.
I could feel heat rising on the back of my neck, and it was 100% Peachel’s fault.
“You know, you’re awfully nice for how much of a prick you are,” I said, looking back up to meet his eyes and finding him smiling.
“And you’re real adorable for howbadassyou are.”
“Kiss me before I die.”
He leaned in and obliged me instantly.
But the moment his lips were on mine I knew it was only going to cause as many problems as it had solved.
I couldn’t kiss him without getting hard again.
I grabbed his hand, giving him a tug toward the front doors.
“Come on. Let’s go grab those newspapers.”
I got him outside and when I felt the cool air on my skin, I knew it was the right idea. As we walked over to my car in the parking lot I made it my fucking job to touch Andrew in every place I knew he loved.
I pulled up the back of his shirt, trailing my fingertips along his skin on his lower back.
I shoved a hand into his back pocket, giving his ass a squeeze.
By the time we reached the car I had pushed my palm up and under his shirt. He spun around and I went for his nipple, giving it a pinch.
“I’m supposed to be the one torturing you tonight,” he murmured. “Not the other way around.”
“Get in the passenger seat,” I told him.
He lifted an eyebrow.
“Just do it.”
He leaned in to kiss me again before breaking off, going around to the other side of the car.
Bingo.
I’ve won.
I got in and slammed the driver’s side door shut. One glance around showed that there was nobody coming anywhere near us in the parking lot.
And there was only one thing I wanted to do.
I leaned over in the front of the car, grabbing Andrew’s shorts and tugging them downward. For a moment I thought he was going to keep denying me, but he lifted up and let me drag them down toward his knees.
His cock bounced free.
“Goddamn, you really have the perfect dick,” I uttered, gripping the thick base.
I loved every part of it.
The head, ruddy pink and always glistening with precum for me.
