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“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He doesn’t believe me and that’s fine too. My gripes aren’t something that can be fixed in a day, with a single conversation. The important thing is that Donnie’s here.

It’s another hour or so as the party winds down. We say goodbye to Alisa, Nate, and Candace, then escape downstairs and lock the door behind us.

I push Donnie up against the door and my fingers get to work on the buttons of his shirt.

Donnie chuckles. “Everyone’s still upstairs, darling.”

“So?” I nip at his collarbone as I push the two sides of his shirt apart. “We’ll be quiet.” I find the spot on his neck where his pulse beats steady and strong. There’s no hickey there at the moment—in deference to my parents—but I swirl my tongue in circles, wishing I could seal my lips onto his skin. Soon. Tomorrow. The perma-hickey is going back in place.

Donnie slants his mouth across mine, licking his tongue into me the way he did this morning. There’s so much intention in the kiss, so much deliberate worship that my knees go weak and I pinned Donnie to the door.

He pushes me away and I tumble onto the bed. Donnie doesn’t follow me right away. He detours to his bag where he pulls out a travel-sized bottle of lube, then steps out of his pants. I strip off my clothes and scoot back to lay my head on a pillow. Donnie climbs up over me, straddling my hips, his cock already hard and jutting out from his body.

He’s like a fucking god, looming over me like that, every muscle standing out in sharp relief. Thighs so thick, they could flatten me into a pancake. That ridiculously cut V that acts like a runway leading down to his dick.

I reach for him. I need to feel his skin under my palms. I need to squeeze his muscles and have them move under my touch. Donnie puts his hands over mine, guiding me where he wants me to go. His nipples, his sides, that crease where his ass meets the backs of his thighs. I cover every inch of his body that I can reach before he takes my hands and pins them above my head.

My entire body shudders at what’s coming next. Donnie’s grin is devious. He’s going to take me apart and we both know it. He doesn’t just bend his head down to lick my armpits. He lowers his whole body to slither along mine. His cock is hot on my stomach and I jolt in pleasure when it rubs against mine. His chest is this hard expanse that I arch into. When his tongue makes contact with my armpit, my cock jumps and I let out a deep, guttural groan.

“Shh,” he whispers in my ear. “We wouldn’t want everyone to hear us.”

It’s unlikely they will. The people Brad hired are stomping in and out of the backyard as they tear down the party. They’re generating more than enough noise to drown us out. Still, I swallow down my groans as Donnie resumes his delicate torture.

I can’t keep my hips on the bed. My dick needs to be inside Donnie. It needs the hot vise of his ass so much it fucking hurts. “Donnie, please, I can’t take it anymore.”

I don’t actually expect him to listen to me—he usually never does. But this time, he presses the lube into my hand and straightens so he’s kneeling above me again.

“Get me ready then.”

The bottle slips out of my hand twice as I try to open it and squeeze the slippery lube out. Donnie chuckles and smirks but doesn’t try to help me, the bastard. His eyes drift shut when I reach behind his balls though, running my fingers across his taint and back toward the sacred entrance to his body.

Donnie holds himself open for me and the sight is breathtaking. His lithe, long body. Gorgeous cock, hard and standing at attention. His arms flexed as he’s pulling his ass cheeks apart, all so I can push my fingers inside.

I take my time, circling the wrinkled skin, then slowly pressing in. I slide in easily. Donnie’s well-versed in letting me in by now. He relaxes into the invasion and makes these little mewling sounds at the back of his throat that trip something primal and possessive in me.

Donnie’s mine. I love him and he’s mine. Other guys can look, sure, but they’ll only be reminded of what they’re missing out on.

I’m trying to work in a third finger when Donnie stops me. He slicks up my cock where it’s straining to get inside him, then lines us up.

Holy Jesus Christ. We got our test results back as we were leaving for Springfield. Two completely clean bills of health. I know Donnie packed condoms along with the lube, but I guess we’re not using those anymore. The head of my dick nudges against Donnie’s entrance and it already feels as hot as hell.

“Connor.”

I drag my eyes away from that spot between Donnie’s legs and when I look up at him, our gazes collide. It’s staggering. The way Donnie’s looking at me. There’s lust and want and desire. Then there’s more—affection, tenderness, and… I don’t want to think it, just in case it’s not true. I want it to be true so damn badly, I want Donnie to love me so much that if he doesn’t, it might destroy me.

Donnie locks our eyes together as he sinks down on me. My jaw drops open in a silent scream as I’m engulfed in the hottest, tightest, most mind-shattering grip I’ve ever had the honor of feeling.

I don’t breathe until he’s fully seated on me. And when he starts moving, starts fucking himself on me, I know I’m not going to last long. “Donnie,” I say, still staring into those beautiful hazel eyes.

“I know, darling. I know.” His hand is working his cock as he shows off how strong his thighs are. His ass is milking me for everything I’m worth.

It’s so good and I’m so close. I hold Donnie by the hips and plant my feet flat on the mattress. I slam my hips up into him as I pull him down on me.

Donnie’s eyes go wild. “Fuck,” he grinds out.

I do it again. And on the third time, Donnie’s coming all over my stomach, spurt after spurt of creamy white cum that feels like molten lava on my skin. I let myself go, pumping myself again and again into Donnie’s body, as deep as I can go. There’s nothing in between us, nothing keeping us apart.

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