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His cock jerked in my mouth as I shoved my finger in deeper, putting more pressure on the inside of him, massaging his prostate. Mason’s hand slid down to hold the back of my head, fingers twisting in my hair as he forced me up and down his length, faster now.

He was grunting, swearing under his breath, thrusting his hips upward like he was getting close, like he couldn’t hide how bad he needed it.

I was about to come again just from the friction of the comforter on the underside of my dick. I kept rolling my hips, pressing down with my weight, my body tense. That rough pleasure, combined with the feeling of Mason—all of him…

He shoved my head back down all the way as he reached the edge, making my eyes water. I kept pushing my finger inside of him, wondering if he’d ever done this again after me. With himself, with someone else.

A low moan tore out of his mouth, his voice hoarse, fingers tightening in my hair.

“I’m gonna fucking come,” he gritted out.

His dick swelled and his stomach seized, hot cum pulsing out of him onto my tongue, his balls drawn up tight through his orgasm.

Just like him, I didn’t swallow.

Slowly, I lifted my head off his cock, letting his cum trickle out of my mouth all along his quivering abdomen as I made my way back up to his face.

“Micah,” he warned, clearly not happy with my payback.

His muscles tightened and flexed as I dripped cum over his sweat-slick skin before I rose up on my knees and spit the rest of it on my own dick, starting to stroke myself, sucking in air through my mouth.

“What are you doing?” Mason groaned, a muscle jumping in his jaw.

“Not wasting this cum,” I mumbled.

Neither of us had any recovery period, which was one of the reasons it was always so hard to stop with him. I leaned my body over his, watching him prop himself up on his elbows as I grabbed my erection, now lubed up with cum, angling it toward his.

“Fuck, Kill,” he muttered and laid back down, one hand behind his head and the other gliding down his torso, smearing his orgasm on his skin. His bicep flexed on the pillow, veins popping out, as I brushed the bare head of my cock against his own.

It was unnecessary. We already crossed all the lines we shouldn’t have crossed tonight. Already got each other off once. Doing it again would be excessive.

But…

Mason grabbed himself, rubbing us together more purposefully, aligning our lengths, his own cum acting as the lubricant between us.

At the same moment, we seemed to actually realize what we’d just done.

Shit.

I stopped moving, thoughts of Dakota flooding my brain.

Mason’s eyes were wide for an instant, then his brows furrowed in anger.

He didn’t waste time shoving me off him and stalking out of the bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind himself when he left. I collapsed backwards on my bed, the mattress cradling my body as I stared at the ceiling through the darkness.

What am I doing?

CHAPTER THREE

DAKOTA

A loud noise ripped me from sleep, my eyelids flying open as I sat straight up in bed, heart hammering as if I’d been running, like my body already knew something my mind didn’t.

My eyes darted around my pitch black bedroom, my brain struggling to figure out what it was that’d just woken me up, and why I was so panicked about it. The gears in my skull whirred as my pulse moved shakily through me.

Maybe it was Mason or Micah at the door? A knock?

No.