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I stared down at Cally’s cock, slick and flushed. I wanted to be able to swallow around him and press my nose against his pubes, breathing him in. I wanted to be so full of him that it was hard to breathe.

I went again, easing down slower this time, trying to will my throat to relax. I made it further than before, but I gagged again, needing to pull off. My eyes were streaming now, my throat raw.

“Hey.” Cally swiped his thumb under my eye, collecting the tears before licking them off his finger. “You don’t have to push it.”

“I want to,” I rasped. “I want to be able to take all of you. Fuck, C, the idea of—” My hips flexed against the mattress, my cock throbbing.

He let out a rough breath and cupped my cheek in his hand, tilting it up. “You’ll work up to it.”

“But I want to be good at it now,” I whined, feeling my eyes fill with tears of a different sort. I didn’t even know why that was happening, only that I suddenly felt like a disappointment.

“You are good at it,” he said, his voice low and tender. “So fucking good, Mikey.”

I huffed. “Liar.”

He smirked. “I never lie about blowjobs.”

Cally swiped his thumb near the corner of my mouth, gathering up spit, then pressed it past my lips. I sucked on it without thinking, and he added a second finger, then a third, until my mouth was full of him.

My mouth didn’t seem to care what it was full of, as long as it was his.

“Fuck, look how much you want it.”

I nodded, feeling spit dribble past my lips to coat my chin.

Cally worked his fingers in and out of my mouth, my hips rutting against the mattress. My cock was so hard it hurt, trapped between my body and the duvet, and every drag of his fingers against my tongue sent a fresh pulse of heat straight down to my balls. I didn’t even need a hand on myself. I just needed him watching me as he used my mouth.

My stomach coiled, and I realized that I might actually come like this. Not from sucking his cock, but from his goddamn fingers and the expression on his face that looked a little bit like awe.

And maybe that was a weird thing to think, but from his slack jaw, flushed cheeks, and sex-drunk eyes, I got the impression that Cally enjoyed the giving of pleasure as much as I loved the taking of it, and it was wild to think that I could wreck him as much as he was wrecking me.

Wild to think sex had never been this good with anyone.

I sucked hard on his fingers, then pulled off them. “I’m going to come, and I want your dick in my mouth when I do.”

Cally carded his hand into my hair, flexing against my skull as he guided my mouth back down to his cock, his other hand wrapped around its base. “Take it then.”

I sank down, my lips hitting the top of his fingers, and settled into a rhythm hollowing out my cheeks and sucking hard, my tongue swirling around the head every time I came up.

My hips moved against the mattress, chasing my own release, and every time I sank down again, he made a sound that pushed me closer to the edge.

The next time he moaned, I flicked my eyes up to see his head tipped back, his body flushed from his chest into his neck and face, his teeth gritted.

“Fuck, Mikey. Your mouth is … fuck.” His grip in my hair tightened, his fingers digging into my scalp. “I’m close. I’m—you gotta pull off, I’m gonna⁠—”

Come down my throat, I thought, sucking harder.

“Yeah, just like that.” His hips jerked up, and he came with a shout, his whole body seizing under my hands.

His cum hit the back of my throat, more of it than I expected. I swallowed on instinct, but there was too much—it came faster than I could keep up with, spilling out past my lips until there was as much on him as there was in me.

I ground down into the mattress and came right along with him as he pulsed one final time.

My dick was still jerking when Cally said, “Get up here.”

I scrambled up his body, and he caught my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Can I kiss you?”

“Fuck yes.” I climbed into his lap, not even caring about the warm, sticky mess in my pants.