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“You’re also the one who’s acting like he’d rather just be friends.”
He runs his hands down the front of my thighs, his thumbs grazing my sac. “Is that what this feels like?”
“Why are you always such a dick?”
His hand wraps around my cock and gives it a long, slow tug. “Why do you like it so much?”
“I don’t.”
“Part of you does.”
“Seriously, though,” I say. “Why?”
“Would you rather I tell you what I’m actually feeling?” he asks.
“Maybe…?” It comes out like a question because his tone noticeably darkens.
“I fucking love you,” he says, pressing his mouth to the curve where my shoulder meets my neck. “I’m so glad you’re still here. I’m not sure what I would have done if you left when I told you to, but it wouldn’t have been good.”
I close my eyes and arch into his touch, my hand rising to keep his head in place. This is different than what he told me last night. He’s not falling in love. He loves me.
“I need you,” he says.
“I’m right here.”
His mouth moves up my neck. “But I need you closer.”
I don’t know how I can get any closer. “Tell me what to do. What you need.”
“Will you do it?”
“Yes,” I pant as his strokes on my cock quicken and tighten.
“Tell me you love me.”
“Drew—fuck…”
He wraps an arm around my chest and his erection slots between my ass cheeks. We both grunt. “I’ll fucking choke it out of you if I have to.”
“Oh, God…”
He gives my nipple a tight squeeze before pressing his palm to my throat. His shaft ruts against my hole. He’s got me locked to him so tight, I feel trapped, but in the best way. Like being locked in a closet for seven minutes in heaven with the prom queen. But now that I’m thinking about it, the prom king—Jason Kepler—was way hotter.
But no one’s as hot as Drew.
“Tell me,” he says. “Say the words.”
“I love you.” The words burst from the center of my chest.
He hums into my temple as he jerks me with wild abandon and puts more pressure on my throat. “Good boy. Say it again.”
“I love you,” I gasp, desperately trying to stay on my feet. I brace my hands on the tile in front of me, the stream of water pouring directly on my head.
“Say my fucking name.”
“I love you, Drew.”
With one knee, he nudges my legs apart. Letting go of my throat, he grabs the bottle of conditioner and squirts it into my crack, smearing it in with his hands and notching his slippery cockhead against my entrance.
