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I land between his legs. Fraser laughs into my mouth. I want him under me on my couch while I get my hand into his jeans.

The button comes open. I drag down his zipper and push my fingers inside. His cock is hot through his underwear, the fabric damp at the head.

Fraser’s laugh cuts off.

I rub my thumb over the wet spot. “What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“You were saying something.”

He bucks into my hand. “I was asking why you’re still wearing pants.”

He shoves at the waistband of my sweats. I lift enough to let him push them down, and his hand closes around my cock before I settle over him again.

The first stroke is slow. He watches my face while he does it, mouth parted from kissing me. I hold his stare and move with his fist.

His thumb slides through the precum on the head and starts toward his mouth.

I grab his wrist before he can lick it off and suck his thumb between my lips.

Fraser goes completely still.

Then he groans and kisses me, openmouthed and wet, while I work his thumb with my tongue. His cock jumps under my hand. I squeeze through his underwear and get another groan.

I like what happens to him when I stop letting him talk.

He pulls his thumb free and shoves my shoulder. “Move.”

I don’t. “Why?”

“Because if you keep doing that, I’m going to come in my jeans like I’m sixteen.”

I squeeze him through his underwear. “That would save time.”

“Asshole.” Fraser rolls us. My shoulders hit the cushions and he follows me down, dragging his mouth along my jaw. By the time he gets between my knees, his lips are swollen and my cock is slick from his hand.

He looks up at me and licks the head.

It’s one slow pass, barely enough pressure to count. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I reach for his hair, but he pulls back before my fingers close.

“You said it would save time.”

“Nolan.”

His eyes flash, then narrow as if that will hide it.

He opens his mouth and takes me deep.

My fingers knot in his hair. Wet heat closes around me, and his tongue presses hard underneath while he sucks his way back up. He doesn’t look away. My cock slips from between his lips with a soft, obscene sound.

“Still want me to hurry?” he asks.

I push the head against his mouth.

Fraser grins and takes me again.

I hold his head where I want it and roll my hips. His lips stretch around me. Spit slips down my shaft onto his working fist, making every stroke slicker, noisier. The sight of him kneeling in front of my empty shelves with my cock in his mouth sends a hard rush through me.