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I have to bite back a whimper as I squeeze my thighs from the pressure in my sweatpants.

“Close your eyes, Shilo,” he sighs, and my lids fall shut even though I doubt I’ll get any sleep with how horny I am. Maybe it’ll eventually go away if I ignore it?

Except it doesn’t. The longer I lay next to him, the more uncomfortable it gets, and I rotate around like a rotisserie chicken until Ryann eventually snarls at me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I can’t sleep,” I whine, glaring up at the canopy when I settle onto my back, and he leans over me.

“Yes, I’ve noticed. Why?”

“It’s just that I…” Trailing off, my teeth find my bottom lip as I shake my head, about to turn away.

He grabs my jaw before I can hide. “Goddammit, spit it out so that I can get some rest. It’s just that you what?”

“I’m hard, okay?“ Tearing my face from his grip, I flip over and cross my arms. “It’s been weeks since I’ve touched it, and now that you’re close by, my dick won’t go down. It hurts.”

He’s quiet for so long that I think he might have fallen asleep, but then I feel the sheets rustle behind me. “Do you need to come, baby doll?”

His accent is thick, rumbling in my ear, and the whimper I’ve held back finally falls from my lips.

“Yes. Please.”

“Mm, roll over and touch yourself.”

A shiver wracks my body as I follow his command, finding his gaze intently on me when I reach under the covers to pull out my length. As soon as my hand wraps around it, I hum in relief, feeling my eyes sting with that first stroke.

Ryann reaches out to pull the blanket down, exposing me to the open air, his deep groan vibrating the bed as he watches me pleasure myself.

“Have you been holding out for me, Shilo?” He sounds pleased, taking my hand off my shaft, and he brings it to his lips with a smirk when I cry out in protest. “Has my little doll been waiting for permission to come?”

Honestly, I hadn’t intended to, but I think he’s right. I like it when my pleasure belongs to him.

“Please,” I whisper, panting as he fills my palm with his spit before placing it back on my cock.

“Please, what?”

With his fingers wrapped around mine, he starts to jerk me slowly, pushing down on my hips when I try to thrust into our fists.

“Please let me come, Ryann.”

“Fuck, you sound so sweet when you beg,” he breathes, pumping me faster, making me feel so good that my neck arches off the pillow when I toss my head back and moan.

Slick sounds fill the room, each pass he makes over my tip sending rivulets of precum down my length. It drips onto my sack, coating my taint, hole clenching with need.

I want him inside me again, but I…can’t let it happen.

So instead, I let him work me with my own fist until I’m shooting onto my shirt, painting it with cum while I turn my face into the pillow and bite. Once he’s squeezed every last drop out of me, Ryann lifts his fingers to my mouth, growling softly when I open automatically and suck my release from his skin. Any remaining ounce of energy completely vanishes, leaving my body limp as I turn onto my side with a blissful smile and close my eyes.

He huffs next to me. “Your shirt is a mess.”

“Technically, it’s your shirt.“ Cracking open a lid, I catch sight of the bulge in the crotch of his sweats and scoot closer. “Do you want me to—“

“No, Shilo, I want to go to sleep,” he snaps, rolling away from me, but I’m too tired to even care about his surliness.

“Kay.” Yawning into my arm, I curl up against his back, feeling his spine go rigid. I don’t move, though.

He relaxes after a while, anyway, and the warmth of his body, combined with his soft breath, has me falling into one of the best sleeps I’ve ever had.