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Fuck, why does that one command make me want to bark like a damn dog? He’s still watching me as he reaches in and pulls out my cock.

My eyes fight to close because there’s something about Hawke’s tousled hair and nose ring, combined with his calloused hand wrapped around my dick, that’s too much to witness and feel at the same time.

I want to thrust into his grip, but I do as he said and keep still. It’s painful. My muscles are locked under the pressure, and Hawke doesn’t take pity on me when all he does is give my dick a squeeze.

“I swear I’m having an out-of-body experience,” he says.

Split-second panic shoots through me. “Do you want to stop?”

Hawke chuckles. “No.” Then he flattens his tongue and runs it over my tip.

My dick is in ecstasy, and it only deepens as Hawke teases me. The licking, the moans, the way his hand keeps tightening around me like he’s getting swept up in the moment, too, is a huge turn-on.

I love being with men. I love the scrape of facial hair on my thighs, the strong, greedy hands, and the deep, masculine groans. Mostly, I love that I’ve reached an age where sex is about fun and getting off, and there are no games, no fucking around. Just equal need on both sides and no shame about taking what we want.

It’s exactly like that with Hawke.

Except there’s something else there. Something simmering under the surface of lust, the slow boil of it overheating me and threatening to bubble over and drown me in it.

I’ve never had a path from my cock to my gut to my head entrench so deeply, but then, I’ve never had sex with anyone who meant as much to me as Hawke once did.

His intense eye contact reaches the point I can’t handle anymore. My eyes squeeze closed, cutting off the sight of Hawke’s tongue stroking my shaft, but it only makes the feeling of every movement heightened.

Especially when he spreads his lips and sucks me inside.

For a second, I’m frustrated that I didn’t wait long enough to see it, but then he’s sucking on me. Wet, slow, the perfect amount of pressure.

I’m not going to survive tonight.

It’s not possible.

I’m so fucking hard and overstimulated that as Hawke sinks deeper, I actually question whether this hookup will be any better than if we’d taken this step in college. Normally, I have no issues lasting, but with Jensen fucking Hawke’s mouth on me, I’m fighting for my damn life.

I lean back onto my car, head tilted to the sky, chest struggling against the need for oxygen and how he’s making me forget to do anything that isn’t directly related to coming.

His hand is still a firm weight on my hip, and while I could probably fight him, being pinned is amplifying the experience in a way I’d never have guessed. Hawke is taking control.

Holy fuck, I love it.

He swallows me all the way into his throat, and I choke on goddamn air. Then he pulls off, free hand using the spit to stroke me, and I can feel his eyes on me. Can feel him watching and waiting for me to look. And so, even though my thighs are trembling, I give him what he wants.

That dick-to-head trail deepens, and for a second, all we do is stare and catch our breath.

Then Hawke speaks.

“I’m about to suck your cock until you come down my throat.”

My cheeks get so hot, I’m regretting that we aren’t naked.

“Then I want you to get on your knees for me.”

I give in to the urge to run my hand through his curls. “Anything you want.”

The expression that takes over his face can only be described as evil. This time, I watch as he stretches his wide jaw, muscles popping on either side, and my dick disappears into his mouth. There’s no hesitation, and he holds eye contact until he can’t anymore.

Hawke gives my hip a warning squeeze before he finally lets go and reaches between my legs to cup my balls. I shift my legs wider, fight desperately against the urge to thrust, and use every last bit of strength I have in me to hold back my orgasm.

The lusty need in my balls is building, the tip of my cock keeps nudging into his throat, and he’s stroking and sucking me like this could be the last time, and I feel it too. That urgency to indulge before the buzz wears off and we’re reminded that this isn’t a good idea. Things are already messy and complicated, and Hawke’s going through an enormous change in his life.