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“I want everything about you,” Andrew corrected. “The way you feel, the way you smell.”

“What happens after I come on you?” Toren finished his beer, set the empty bottle down on the table, and dared a glance at Andrew from the corner of his eye.

“I bend you over something and fuck you until I come.”

“Inside of me?” Toren asked.

“In my fantasy, yes, but regrettably not yet.” Andrew traced his tongue across the bottom of his teeth. “I’m going to get tested Monday on my lunch break. Would you let me come inside of you after that?”

Toren would have let him do it right then.

“Yes, I would let you.” He paused, knowing there was more. “What then?”

Andrew’s cheeks were darker than before, his eyes nearly black.

“I’d want you to push it out so I could see it.”

Toren clenched his jaw, fighting back a fierce wave of arousal that threatened to make him come in his pants like a teenager. He’d never been with a man like Andrew, and he doubted he ever would be again. The fact Andrew’s ex had fumbled him not once, but twice, was one of the world’s greatest mysteries and one of Toren’s biggest windfalls.

“Anything else?”

“About a hundred other things,” Andrew said. “I think you bring out the worst in me.”

“This certainly doesn’t feel like it’s the worst of anything.”

Andrew cleared his throat and squared his shoulders like he was coming back to himself. Another roll of pleasure skittered up Toren’s spine, and he watched Andrew take the last drink of his own beer and set the bottle next to Toren’s empty.

“But until then, maybe you could be the one to get on your knees. I did love the way you looked with my cock in your mouth.”

CHAPTER 10

Andrew

Andrew didn’t know what it was about Toren that made him so hungry for sex, but he wasn’t mad about it. He’d definitely be exhausted before the end of the weekend, but it was all worth it. It would all be worth it.

“Are you sure you like this?” Toren asked, carding his fingers through Andrew’s hair. “You were so bossy our first night together.”

“I can kneel and be bossy,” he countered, cocking his head to the side and leaning into Toren’s touch. “Take your cock out.”

Andrew shivered when Toren did it, stroking himself from base to tip.

“Now what?” Toren rasped.

“Light a cigarette,” he said weakly, gaze tracking the movement of Toren’s hands, cock thickening at the click of the wheel on Toren’s lighter.

Toren took a drag and arched a brow, Andrew nodded, and Toren blew the smoke in his face. Andrew shoved his hand into his own pants and palmed his cock.

“Is this what you wanted?” Toren asked, cigarette stuck to his bottom lip, his hand working slowly up and down the length of his cock until precum shimmered on the tip.

Andrew leaned in to lick it, leaving his mouth there so Toren’s tip brushed against his mouth every couple of strokes.

“You make me feral,” he rasped.

Toren let loose a low growl, throwing his head back. He stroked himself, smoke puffing out of his mouth and into the night sky. Andrew watched the whole thing, utterly captivated, his own hand working in tight but slow motions between his legs. Toren dropped his chin against his chest and sucked in another drag, groaning on the exhale.

“How far does it go?” Toren murmured, hand hovering in the air with the cigarette between his fingers. “Do you like me smoking because it’s me and because it’s smoking, or do you want to be used like an ashtray?”

The cherry on Toren’s cigarette was barely hanging on and Andrew couldn’t look away. He licked his lips, wondering what the ash would taste like on his tongue and finding he didn’t really want to know.