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“I’m not looking for a relationship, either,” he says quickly.

My jaw tightens. I don’t like hearing that, which is absurd, but I just don’t. “You’re not?”

“Eventually,” he corrects himself. “But I want to explore my sexuality for a little while, try to learn myself before I start looking for love. Last night was so much fun…” He pauses, and I can practically feel the flutter that goes through his body until he composes himself again. “I really liked it.”

My mind ticks through possibilities. I imagine Owen running around Seattle, looking for random men to indulge and explore with. It’s something I’ve done plenty myself, and I know the kinds of people he might meet. I know how fucking cruel the world is, and tension rises between my shoulders.

A fire rages inside of me, a heat I can’t control. “Then you should get that,” I tell him. “There’s no reason you shouldn’t get exactly what you want.”

Owen bites down on his bottom lip. “Do I get you again?” he asks sweetly, and an animal inside of me howls.

Chapter Thirteen

Owen

“Fuck yeah, Dr. Lavigne,”Fox grunts. “Give it to me. Give me that cum.”

He’s got me thrown on his leather couch, naked and sweaty and moaning, our breakfast left half-eaten on the counter. I’m not even sure how we got here. We were kissing across the table, then tearing clothes off and falling to the hardwood floors.

But we’re here. My lips are raw from sucking the curve of his cock, and Fox is pumping my shaft with his fist as he hovers over me, urging me on.

I moan, straining as I resist my climax. The burning pleasure from Fox’s slick grip sizzles through my muscles, contorting my entire body. Like last night, I lose myself in the overwhelming sensations. All my usual fears and insecurities and doubt turn to ash, and I scream out Fox’s name as I orgasm.

“Fuck me,” I groan, and my balls squeeze tight as I spray a fat jet of semen across my stomach. “Oh god.”

Fox growls, low and sweet. He strokes himself with one hand and teases my sensitive cock with the other, the torturous sensation causing me to whimper and tremble. “Fucking sexy.”

I push up on my elbows, my breath shaky. “Yeah,” I manage, then laugh and fall back down.

I still can’t quite believe this is happening. Fox sits back on my legs, and his thick thigh muscles are taut as he strokes his fat shaft. I’ve been studying his body like it’s a scientific diagram, memorizing the curls of dark hair that grow in a thin line down his abs, the black lines of his hawk tattoos, the blunt edge of his teeth.

Fox draws his fingers through the sticky mess on my stomach. “What should we do this time?” He cocks up a grin at me and leans forward, then taps my bottom lip with his wet finger. “I could feed you again.”

I quiver when he says it, and Fox’s grin grows.

“Or I could just rub it all over your body,” he says with a teasing growl. Fox pulls his fingers down, across my chin and neck, then surprises me by pinching my nipple, which earns another spasm, erupting from my core.

I lock his eyes, fully intending to hold my own. “You can do whatever you want with my cum,” I say, whimpering intentionally.

Fox draws his hand back to my abs. “Cool.” He soaks his fingers in my warm release, spreading it. “Then I’m going to finger-fuck you with it.”

My whole body reacts. My muscles tense, and my hole clenches, and I think I stop breathing.

Fox arches an eyebrow. “Unless you’d rather not?”

My brain isn’t working enough to make words, so I throw myself on him instead. I push Fox back on the leather couch, bury my tongue in his mouth, and kiss him long and deep. His hand lands on my ass, groping my cheek. Then he rubs a wet finger around my rim.

“Oh fuck,” I groan. I push my forehead against Fox’s and try to breathe. “Give it to me.”

“You’ve had anal play before?” he asks gently.

“Just once. And a little on my own.”

Fox nods as he slowly rubs his slick finger around my rim. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” I whisper. I settle into our position, and my cock lands on his, mine half-hard and Fox like a steel rod. My nerves tingle as Fox spreads more of my cum, warming my twitching entrance.

“Tell me more,” he says, firm but encouraging. “You like it when I fuck your hole with your cum?”

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