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With one hand holding him steady, I lap at the tip. Testing. Teasing. He sucks in a breath through his teeth. I take more of him, sucking his tip into my mouth, enjoying the slick smooth sensation of his skin. My tongue traces around in a circle, finding that little notch. I work my way around the rim, flicking back and forth across it.

My smile stretches around him when his fingers tighten in my hair. Then I take him down further, until I’m close to the root. As far as I can take him, before I slide back off, and repeat the motion slowly, again and again.

Not sure I’ve ever had a blow job like this, but this is how I want to do it for Cam. Nice and slow. This is how I want to do it for myself too... savoring and memorizing the sensation. My free hand finds its way into my pants, giving myself a much-needed squeeze of relief.

But I can’t keep the excruciating pace forever, so I speed up as I tickle my fingers over his tight sac, gently edging deeper back, wondering when I will get to touch more of him. Touch that soft bundle of nerves and drive him wild. I pick up the pace on my cock at the thought.

I don’t get the chance to explore more. Cam is a loaded gun. His cock is throbbing in my mouth and his breathing is ragged. Releasing him with a pop, I pump my fist slowly around the tip. Make it slippery and tight for my guy. That little bead appears, then a slow lava flow, then an eruption that arcs and hits the floor between us. I come at the very sight of it.

“Xan,” he groans my name. Music to my ears.

“Cam,” I groan right back.

Chapter Seven

Extraneous Variables

I'm not procrastinating; I'm just stuck in an infinite loop of distractions.

Cameron

Thanks, bye.

That’s all this little note says. I don’t know what time Xan snuck away from me. Didn’t wake me at all. Just left this note. But what the hell does it mean? A feeling of terror sweeps through me. What if this is a goodbye note? Is he planning to do something stupid?

I dial his number, but it goes straight to voicemail. So sick of hearing that robot read his phone number back to me.

My mind flips to my next plan, Nayla. Tossing on sweats and a coat, I sprint down the hall, out the building, and down the block to get to her spot. My card doesn’t swipe me into her building, so I bounce side to side like a boxer as I wait for the person who is taking their sweet ass time wandering from the elevator. I dial Nayla in the meantime, and she answers.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I’m out front. It’s an emergency.” My voice is high-pitched and rushed.

“I’m coming down. What happened?” The rustling of her hasty exit is audible. The heavy dorm door closing as her breathing picks up.

“Someone just opened the door,” I answer as I slip past them. They give me a weird look that I don’t bother caring about.

“On the stairs,” she tells me, and I can already hear her footsteps since she’s only on the second floor.

Racing over to the staircase, when I see her I hang up. “Xan left a note and disappeared. I think he’s going to hurt himself.”

Nayla stops in her tracks, her eyes focusing on me. She shakes her head as her brows rise to her forehead. “That doesn’t seem like Xan. What did the note say?”

“Thanks, bye.”

Even as I say it, I’m starting to seriously question my interpretation of this note. Maybe especially because Nayla now looks amused and annoyed in equal measure. Without another word, she pulls out her phone and dials.

The line trills a few times and then I hear his rough voice. “What?”

The short way he answers makes my stomach swoop. My cheeks flush with heat that I can feel in the tips of my ears.

“Well, good morning to you too.”

“What do you want, Nayla?” he repeats in the same annoyed tone.

Nayla mutes the phone and looks at me expectantly. “You satisfied? Or is there something you want to say here?”

I give an eager little set of nods and she unmutes. “Uh, Xan... are you okay?”

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