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The Endgame (Atlanta Lightning 1)

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“It’s not about guts, Bashful.”

“I hated seeing him touch you. Knowing you’d…”

“I’m yours now.” We kissed again, thrusting slowly and gently against each other. God, I loved him. I hadn’t known it was possible to feel this much. I should hate it, but I didn’t because it was him. “Are you going to fuck me with this big cock of yours or what?”

That was all it took for us to become frantic again, like we had jolts of electricity shooting through us, all jerky movements and eager hands and mouths.

Anson flipped me around, turning me so I was against the counter, my back to his chest as he rubbed his cock up and down the crease of my ass.

“Fuck me,” I ordered. “I want you right now, want you to take my ass in your kitchen because I bet you haven’t fucked anyone here. I like making you get dirty and lose yourself with me.”

“Jesus Christ,” Anson gritted out, forehead against my shoulders. “Fuck yes. Lube. I need lube.”

“Use oil.” He had bottles of it on the counter.

“Shit. Good thinking.”

Anson grabbed a bottle, almost dropped it, but then held tight, opened it, slicked his fingers, and shoved me down so I bent over the counter. His fingers pressed eagerly between my ass cheeks, heading straight for my hole and making my eyes roll back.

“God, I love doing this to you. I would live inside you if I could.”

I could tell he was working two fingers inside me, pumping them, twisting them while he kissed my shoulders.

“You are so beautiful.” Kiss. “I love how your shoulders move and tighten.” His mouth pressed against me. “I love how hard you are—nothing but sharp edges, muscle, and firmness.” Lips on skin again. “I love sucking your cock. It’s one of my favorite things. When I’m not with you, I get myself off thinking about being on my knees for you, baby.”

He shoved his fingers deeper, moving them just right so he could rub my prostate. “Fuck.” I squeezed my hands into fists, felt my nails digging into my own flesh.

“I love how deep your voice is. Like it when your stubble rubs against me. Your balls are also really fun to play with.”

I couldn’t help it, that made me laugh, but then he bit into me the way he liked me to do to him, and I almost fucking disintegrated.

“I know it’s not enough. I know my head is fucked up and I need to get my shit together. I know this is all on me—that I’m the only one who can change it—but don’t ever think I want anyone other than you. Before you, I wished I was someone else, wished I wanted women, but wanting them would mean losing you, and I could never want that. You’ve changed me, West.”

I leaned up enough so I could turn my head, wrap my arm up behind myself and around him to pull our mouths together. Anson took possession of the kiss, nibbling my lips, sucking my tongue, fucking my mouth as his fingers eased out and he rubbed his dick along my crease.

“Seeing you with Brandon tonight, all I could think was, he’s mine.”

“Fuck yes. Why don’t you take what’s yours, then?”

He pulled back and slicked oil onto his cock. I bent back over, spreading my legs. Anson pushed at me with his crown, then said, “Shit…condom.”

“I’m negative,” I told him. “I get tested regularly, and I take PrEP. I haven’t been with anyone but you since the fall, and I always used condoms with other people.”

“I’m negative too. We have physicals and tests done.”

“Take me.”

He pushed inside me in one swift thrust. We both cried out together, and then his hands were on my hips and he was rutting into me like he was possessed, like he really was trying to own me. I took it, pushed back against him, wanted his cock so fucking deep, where no one else had touched me.

“Oh God… So good, baby. I’ve never… You don’t know… There’s nothing like being inside you.”

I loved that he could hardly finish a sentence.

Anson alternated fast and slow, slamming into me, then taking me softly with long, languid strokes of his cock inside me, his lips on my neck, his forehead on my shoulder, kissing, mumbling about how good I felt and how I belonged to him. And I did. I so fucking did.

When Anson wrapped an arm around me and began jerking my cock with his oil-slicked hand, his thrusts becoming sharper and more frantic, I knew he was close.

I was aching, my own orgasm building in my balls.

“There’s nothing like this. I can’t wait to fill you with my load.”

And that was all it took. His words made me come, made me shoot my release all over his hand and the counter, made me dizzy, my vision blurring.



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