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Drew leaned up and reached between us, fisting my dick. He pumped it in long, even strokes. There was sweat beading on his skin as he restrained himself. Watching him work me over was the sexiest thing, and it quickly had me inching up to the cliff.

“Drew, Drew…” I panted. “I need… I—I need… Fuck me!”

And fuck me he did. Two thrusts had me tightening around him. By four, I was crying out his name. Six had me ejaculating all over us both, and it was just in time, as his hips jerked, and I felt him pulsing deep inside me. His knot expanded, locking our bodies together.

I tried my best to memorize exactly how this felt, trying to put the sensations into words, but it was like all coherent thought had been chased straight out of my brain.

“Sorry. I’ll do better next time,” Drew grunted out, panting, as he lowered his head to my shoulder, as though he were too weak to hold himself up. I knew without a doubt there would absolutely be a next time, preferably in the next hour.

“Do you want the bathroom first, or can I?” I asked as his knot deflated and slid from my ass.

“Omegas first,” he offered, rolling off me. Who said chivalry was dead?

After peeing, I lay in his bed, feeling awkward. I wasn’t sure what the protocol was. Was I supposed to go home now? Would he want me to leave? I didn’t have to wonder, though, because he didn’t even give me a chance to ask. When he got back from the bathroom, he simply crawled into bed and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me tight against him.

“Good night,” he said against my neck, nuzzling against the tender skin.

Though cuddling wasn’t part of my plan, I wasn’t about to turn it down. I mean, my characters cuddled after sex, right? So, maybe this meant I was on the right track.

10

Drew

I’dbeenwakingupalone for years. I was used to the fact that I would roll over and find the other half of the bed cold. No one to hog the blankets and no one to wake me up with their snoring, sure, but also no one to cuddle with.

No one to share my bed—or my life—with.

As I rolled over and spooned myself around Jordan’s naked body, his ass cupped against my thickening cock, I was all too aware of how easy it would be to get used to this.

Jordan wiggled his ass when he felt me poking him. “And a very good morning to you too.” He tipped his head back so he could look at me, and I decided he was too stinking adorable when he first woke up. He had pillow creases across his pink cheeks, and his hair stood up in all directions.

I couldn’t resist leaning in and capturing his lips with mine, morning breath be damned. I teased the seam of his lips with the tip of my tongue, urging him to open for me, but before I could deepen the kiss, he huffed and pulled away. “I shouldn’t have stayed the night. It was a bad idea.”

“What? Why? I was just thinking it feels like a pretty good idea right about now,” I said, nudging him with my erection. And from the feel of his slippery crack, I’d have guessed he agreed with me, regardless of what he claimed.

He groaned as I walked my fingers over his hip, heading straight for his dick, which I was certain I would find hard and weeping. “I didn’t mean a bad idea for me… You’re making it very difficult for me to be a good guy right now.”

“Not sure I follow. You’re a great guy,” I said, wiggling lower under the blankets, trailing kisses down his spine. “And you probably taste great too…”

“Drew,” he scolded half-heartedly, but by then, I’d reached his luscious ass. I nipped his left cheek, and he squealed and tried to pull away, but I gripped him about the hips to hold him in place.

“What was that you were saying about a bad idea?” I sassed as I pried his cheeks apart with my thumbs and delved straight in, tonguing his puckered hole. Whatever he’d been about to say was lost to whimpers and moaned curses.

He tasted divine, like warm ambrosia. Food of the gods, indeed! I was thoroughly addicted. And the sounds he made were enough to drive me half mad.

He rolled onto his stomach to give me better access, and he squirmed, alternating between fucking his cock into the mattress and bucking back into my face. “Fuck, Drew. Yes, yes, yes…” He was so close, hovering just inches from his climax. All it took was one finger. I inserted it straight in, knuckle-deep, and just like that, it tipped him over the edge. His hips jerked as he came, and he cried out, my name lingering on his lips. His tight ring of muscle spasmed around my finger, and I lapped up the slick as it dripped down.

“Holy fuck,” he panted, his words muffled into the pillow he’d collapsed on.

I climbed back up, self-satisfied grin in place, and flopped down onto my own pillow, sucking off my finger. I was still hard as a rock, but somehow, that had sated a few of my urges. For now.

Jordan propped himself up on his elbows, and while he was still flushed with his post-orgasm glow, his face looked far too serious. “As I was saying… I meant a bad idea for you, because I know you’re interested in more than casual sex. Me staying the night will give you the wrong impression.”

I felt my grin slip. “It’s fine. I know there’s an expiration date to this, so just let me enjoy it while I can, okay? I know what I’m doing.”

“Okay,” he agreed, then to lighten the mood he said, “I know what we’re doing too. Laundry.” He made a face as he rolled out of the sticky mess on the sheet beneath him. “Move over, make some room for me on the clean side of the bed.”

“No way! You made your bed, now you have to lie in it,” I teased, but I made room like he’d asked and pulled him on top of me as he giggled.

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