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I groaned as I saw a flash of a smile cross his face.
“You really think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?” I said softly.
“The opposite, actually. I want to figure out more.”
“Good luck with that.”
“I will, eventually.”
I hummed. “You’re going to figure out more about my cock.”
“How romantic,” he said.
“I said go put your hands up on the wall,” I told him, raising my eyebrows. “Go do it. Unless youdon’twant to get fucked?”
I glanced down at his cock, which was hard and dripping. He reached down and gave the base a quick squeeze, then turned around, heading toward the wall.
“You can have as big of an ego as you want, Gray,” he said. “I thought you were a bad person, but honestly, I don’t believe that anymore.”
My raw desire for Andrew was like a bright, hard light shining right through the cracks in the walls I’d put up inside me long ago.
Andrew feeling any emotion about me was bound to be bad, but goddamn it, it also made me like him more, too.
I was starting to feel something else when I was with him.
More than just the urge to fuck.
More than a passing need to come.
And the only way I knew how to handle that?
Double down even more.
Get physical.
Very fucking physical.
Everything was a lot easier when I didn’t want too much, and that’s exactly why I had to fuck the desperation right out of him tonight. I couldn’t focus when he looked at me like he gave a damn about me.
“I’m going to train you to take my cock,” I told him.
And remind myself that it’s just physical. Nothing more.
He stepped away and made his way across my bedroom. He seemed unsure of where to go at first, then finally decided on the open wall on the right side of my bed.
He put each of his palms up onto the wall. I ran my hands through my hair, watching him slowly dip to push his ass backward and out.
I gripped the base of my dick, giving it a tight squeeze, as if that would relieve my problem. Nothing could help right now, though.
Other than one thing.
Give. Him. Your. Cock.
“You think you can just bat your eyelashes at me and shove yourperfect fucking ass out like that?—”
I smacked my hand onto his ass.
He moaned at the contact, his eyes fluttering shut just for a moment.
