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His fingers loosened their grip on my hair, and he blew out one long breath, his eyes on me the whole time. “Down on your stomach,” he instructed, and I practically jumped to obey, sliding down between his legs, which he spread wider to make room for my shoulders.

He wrapped a hand around his dick and stroked, his pace slow and unhurried. I stopped moving, my eyes locked on his moving fist.

“I thought you wanted this?” he said, his voice filled with amusement.

I shook my head, and moved the last few inches into position, reaching for him.

He batted my hand away. “No.”

I made a sound I wasn’t proud of—a mixture of a groan, a whine, and a snarl—and dropped my forehead against his thigh, smacking it repeatedly against the block of granite that was his leg. “I need it, C.”

He guided my chin up with two fingers until I was looking at him. “And you’ll get it.”

He slid his fingers out from beneath my chin and rolled his thumb down over my lower lip. “Open your mouth.”

My cock twitched, and my mouth dropped automatically open.

“Mmm,” he hummed with approval. “Do you like following orders, Mikey?”

I bobbed my head up and down like an overeager puppy.

“Does me telling you what to do make you hard?”

“So hard,” I whispered, rolling my hips against the mattress.

He smacked the thick head of his cock against my open mouth, and holy shit—why was that so fucking hot?

“Stick out your tongue”

I briefly debated not doing it just to see if he’d hit me with his dick again, but I wanted it in my mouth more than I wanted to be a brat, so I did as I was told.

“Now lick the tip—just the tip.”

I flattened my tongue against the head, tasting more of his salty-sweet pre-cum.

Cally’s hips jerked, and he groaned out a sound that went straight to my balls.

I pressed harder into the mattress, chasing a little friction.

“Now the underside,” he instructed, his voice tight. “Where the glans meets the shaft.”

Glans. Jesus. Of course he’d use the actual word for it, always so literal even while he was making me lose my fucking mind.

I dragged my tongue along the spot, and his fingers tightened in my hair.

“Fuck. Yeah. Right there.” I fluttered my tongue back and forth, just to hear him groan again. “Now take the head in. Slow. Watch your teeth.”

I closed my mouth around him, easing down until just the tip was inside, and Cally’s whole body went taut beneath me, his stomach muscles bunching. I wanted to swallow all of him—or as much as I feasibly could—but I wouldn’t. Not when he’d said to go slow, and doing what he told me to made me feel so fucking good. So I stayed put, my tongue working slowly against the glans, and waited for him to tell me what came next.

“Christ, Mikey,” he breathed out, his voice shaking. “You should see yourself, such a slut for my cock.”

I moaned around him, still so goddamn surprised by how much I liked it when he said shit like this to me, things no one in the world would ever expect to come out of Hunter Callahan’s mouth.

I loved being the only one who got to see him like this.

“More,” he said, and I pressed forward slowly, inch by inch until I gagged.

I pulled off with a wet gasp, tears leaking out of the corner of my eyes, and swiped at my chin with the back of my hand, spearing thick spit across my knuckles.