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“Get this off,” he muttered, pulling up my T-shirt. “Get all of it off.”

I stood over him on the bed and stripped as fast as I could while he peeled his own shirt off. My excitement reminded me of walking into Bert’s Candy Emporium on a family vacation to Wisconsin when I was nine. The store had been wall-to-wall bins of every candy you could imagine. I’d been so overwhelmed with a feeling of wanting it all and having no idea where to even start, that I’d burst into tears.

Jack’s eyes stayed on mine as he pulled his own clothes off. By the time we were both naked, all I could picture was my cum on his stomach. Or in his mouth. Or spattered on his inner thigh. The mental pictures were enough to make me whimper and breathe faster.

“Orgasm,” I said stupidly. “Please,” I added for decorum’s sake.

Jack reached for my wrist and yanked me down on top of him. His body was broad and firm and warm. I licked the side of his neck and then followed my hungry tongue down his chest to his stomach. It was leaner than before and more defined. I wondered if he’d been doing more than running, but I didn’t slow down enough to ask. I had a destination in mind.

He was hard as fuck which made me irrationally proud, like he wouldn’t have been nearly as hard with some other naked man on top of him. But still, it made me feel like a boner-making rock star because there wasn’t some other naked man on top of him. There was me.

And I celebrated that fact by shamelessly humping his leg while drooling on his cock.

“Shit. Fuck. Suck it. Please. Fuck.” His voice was rough and deep. Listening to him lose his poise was pretty damned sweet. I licked up and down his dick before sucking on the head. The sound he made lit me up, but when he put his hand in my hair, I almost lost it completely.

“God, fuck. Tee, shit.” He was grunting, the tendons straining in his neck like he was going to blow, but just when I thought he was going to lose it, he yanked me away and scrambled up, tossing me underneath him. “Want to fuck you so bad. Need to be inside that tight body.”

I wasn’t even sure he realized he was talking out loud, but I didn’t care. There was a slight buzzing sound in my ears from my jacked-up heart rate. I wondered if this man had spoiled me for every future sex encounter because I couldn’t imagine a single scenario in which I could possibly be more turned on.

He fumbled through my bedside table, spilling things out and grabbing what he wanted, all the while mumbling hot as shit nonsense about my body, what he wanted to do to me, and how much I turned him on.

“You make me fuckin’ crazy,” he muttered under his breath, shoving my knees up to my ears and leaning down to lick a stripe across my ass. I said a prayer of thanks to the gods of evening showers and reached back for the headboard to keep from banging into it.

Jack licked and sucked at me until I was making embarrassing whimpering noises. His fingers joined in, stretching and lubing me until I was dizzy with desperation. Finally, finally, he gloved up and began pushing in. I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to memorize every sensation. The burning stretch, the clench of his fingers on the backs of my thighs, the heavenly scented mixture of his cologne with his sweat, the sound of his jagged breathing. It was so fucking good—so fucking perfect—and I wanted to burn it onto my brain for all time so I could never forget what this incredible experience was like.

Because I was terrified I’d never get to do it again.

28

Jack

I’d known deep down it was a mistake.

The minute I slid inside of him, all of my insistence that a “friends with benefits” scenario between us would work fine went out the damned window. I didn’t want to just be his friend.

“Ohhh.” I groaned with a combination of pleasure and relief. He was mine. He was mine. I… I couldn’t imagine not having him like this in the future. That there could be a day where someone else got to experience this feeling, this intimacy with him was just… incomprehensible. Unacceptable.

I leaned in and kissed him sweetly on the mouth, teasing his lips and tongue while his body took a minute to accept me. Part of me wanted to rail him into the mattress, and the other part of me wanted to slow it way down and edge him tenderly until he cried.

Instead, I pulled almost all the way out and held there until he grabbed for me, pulling at my hips with his greedy fingers. The noises he was making were like tranquilizer darts aimed right at my chest, making it warm and tight. I thrust into him again and again, watching and listening for every reaction. I wanted to remember Teo like this, flushed and willing beneath me, chasing his orgasm while I was joined as closely with him as possible.