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His hazel eyes study mine. “Yeah. And I use condoms anyway. Can never be too careful.”

“I know. I’m on PrEP and haven’t been with anyone since my last screening.” A short laugh leaves me. “Actually, I haven’t been with anyone in longer than I want to think about.” Work really does take over my life.

“Are you saying you don’t want to use a condom?” he clarifies.

I’m not going to shy away from what I want. “Yeah. I don’t want anything between us. But only if you’re up for it.”

“Shit yes, I am.”

Relief floods me, and I stroke his cock, loving how thick and heavy it is in my hand. He’s leaking, probably from the vibrations, and I can’t wait for him to fill me.

“Put me in.”

His tone doesn’t leave room for argument, and it pulls at that needy feeling in my gut. I love him telling me what to do, and I love doing it even more. There’s no need for me to think when he does it for us both.

I pull my knees up, Hawke hooking an arm under one of my thighs to hold it there, and position him at my hole.

Skin on skin, he feels amazing, and the slow build of anticipation as I ease him inside has my cock throbbing.

His kisses along my jaw make it easier to focus on that and not that I purposely didn’t stretch myself enough. The feeling of him spreading me open is sharp and welcome and thankfully only takes a few seconds to dull, but those seconds are everything to me. Knowing it’s Jensen filling my ass satisfies that side of me that needs him to be mine.

“You okay?” he checks.

“Keep going.”

He does until his pubes brush my ass, and it’s like he’s folded me in half. My knees are up by my shoulders, and Jensen’s already breathing deeply. “Turn it up,” he says.

I grab the remote again, switch up the power, and he moans as he shudders against me.

“I want to make this good for you, but damn, I don’t know how long I can last like this.”

“Just give me everything you have.”

He dives back on my mouth as he starts to thrust, each one so solid it pushes me up the sheets. Having his arms wrapped around me is building the heat between our bodies, but he doesn’t slow down. He doesn’t pause when sweat builds between our chests. He doesn’t break his lips from mine when breathing gets hard, and I lose track of my thoughts.

He’s fucking me like he might die if he stops, and I feel the exact same way.

I’ve needed this for too long to hold back now. Sex with him has always been mind-blowing, but knowing that he feels the same way I do makes it hotter and more painful than I could have imagined.

I never, ever want this to end.

I don’t want to face reality.

I want to take Jensen and keep him and have this with him always.

The real world is a bitch like that.

And I refuse to let it come between us now.

I refuse to acknowledge that this might be the one and only time we have sex in his bed.

I refuse to focus on the way he’ll take a piece of me with him when he goes.

There’s no way I can concentrate on every other feeling he’s bringing out in me if I let those thoughts in. Because there is so much good as well.

The way my heart wants to physically jump from my chest. The way all the cells in my body are fighting to be the ones pressed against him. The way his cock is getting deep, pressing all the right places, making my dick so hard that I can’t think straight.

Jensen lets out a huff and releases my legs, hands finding mine instead. His fingers slot between my own, pinning them to the bed above me. I can tell he’s getting close. He’s gripping me tight, kiss becoming fractured and desperate, grunts matching his thrusts.