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“Oh god, Ryann, that…I like that.”

He gasps when I hum, the slight noise vibrating his sack before I give the other ball a turn, loving the fact that no one’s ever done this to him before. No one but me.

“Lift your legs, doll.” Helping him bend his knees to his chest, I groan at the sight of his pink pucker on display, wet and inviting. Holding Shilo’s widened gaze, I slowly lower myself down, flicking my tongue out to lap at his hole, causing him to jolt and squeak in surprise. His flushed cheeks become darker, pupils swallowing the blue in his eyes as his head falls back against the pillow, throat working around a whimper.

“Feel good?”

He can only stammer in response as he pushes his ass against my face, and I use my thumbs to spread him wider. He tastes so sweet, so uniquely Shilo. I fuck his hole with my tongue until he starts to shake, a sure sign that he’s about to come.

“H-hey, wait,” he protests when I pull away, his chest heaving.

Smirking darkly, I grab onto his jaw. “Open up, baby. Stick out your tongue.”

Doing as he’s told, his lips part, allowing me to let a string of spit drip into his mouth.

“Swallow. See how good you taste.”

“Mmm.” His eyes roll back when he follows my command, and I nearly come from the sight. I need to be inside of him now.

Reaching into the nightstand, I kiss him deeply as I dig around for supplies, breaking away with a frown when I find only lube. Shit.

“I don’t have any condoms,” I murmur, and Shilo freezes, expression flattening.

Oh, no. I don’t like that.

“Can I fuck you, baby doll?” Nuzzling his neck, I kiss my way up his face, nipping at his earlobe. “We can do it just like this. I’ll hold you and go slow, I promise.”

“B-but what about condoms?” He rasps, squirming when I lick inside his ear.

“I’m on PrEP, and I got tested before you were hired. All clear.” Pulling back, I gaze down at him with a lifted brow. “And I’m assuming you are as well unless there’s been someone else other than me…?”

He blinks, purple strands sticking to his forehead with sweat. “No. Only you.”

The tension in my shoulders melts away as relief washes over me. It shouldn’t. He’s young—he should be out experiencing life with people his own age, like Carpenter, but I don’t want him to. The thought of anyone else touching him drives me fucking mad.

“What do you say?” I kiss him gently, grinding my hips against his.

A flicker of uncertainty crosses his features, but he licks his lips and nods slowly. “Yeah. Yes.”

“Shilo.” Holding his face between my palms, I gaze intently into his eyes. “Don’t say yes if you aren’t sure. I’d never want you to feel like you can’t say no.”

Surprisingly, he scoffs, wrapping his legs around my waist. “I’m sure. Please, I…I want it.”

We stare at each other for a few moments, and when I see nothing but resolve reflected back at me, I give him another kiss before shucking off my underwear, heart thudding in my chest. “Let me get you ready.”

His hole is already softened from the way I devoured it, but he’s still far too tight to take me. Using the bottle of warming lube, I work him open with my fingers, backing off his prostate every time he nears the edge of orgasm. I’m so hard it’s painful, and by the time he’s prepped enough, I almost sob with relief when my cock breaches that first ring of muscle. With a pop, his body sucks me in, velvet heat surrounding my length and squeezing it tight. My instincts scream at me to go hard, to pound into him until I’m spilling my load, but I promised him I’d take it slow, so I do just that.

Pressing him into the mattress, my arms hold him steady as I work myself inside him little by little. He’s pliant beneath me, our tongues gliding lazily, and he moans into my mouth once I’m seated to the hilt.

“So full,” he whimpers, fingers dancing down my spine as I pull out before gently thrusting back in.

Fuck, he feels too good. His thighs squeeze me tightly, hips meeting my rhythm, and my self-control hangs by a thread. I can’t take my eyes off his face, all the emotions crossing his features like an open book, the feel of his breath on my cheek. His reactions tell me what he likes and what he doesn’t, his lashes fluttering when I hit his prostate just right, my name on his lips. I’ve never fucked anyone face-to-face before, and the more I watch him, the more I understand why. It’s intoxicating.

“Right there,” he cries out, nails digging into my skin, the sting making me shudder as I feel my cock begin to pulse. “God, there, Ry. Don’t stop.”

Reaching between us, I jerk his length, needing him to come before I do. His teeth find his bottom lip as he trembles, and I take it between my own when he erupts in my hand for the second time tonight. As his hole clenches around me, I follow close behind, painting his walls with my cum, pumping him full.

Once we’re both spent, I collapse on top of him, my hips still moving slowly even though my balls are drained, but I don’t want to pull out yet. He feels so soft, so right. So…mine.