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“You already stuffed me full of food, so you’re not stuffing me with anything else.” He wriggles his ass, and I let out a low groan. “Payback,” he sings, and finally opens his front door. “You should be more careful; eyes are always watching.”

“True.” I spin him around to kiss him after I shut the door. “Wouldn’t want people to assume we’re together because that’s exactly what I’m hoping for.” Adding to the pressure won’t help, so I switch subjects. “Are you really not going to let me see your gala outfit until tomorrow?” I pout as we ascend the stairs.

“You’ve seen parts of it, and Trevor and I decided it’s best if you get the big reveal.” He waves jazz hands at me as he stops in front of his bedroom door. He’s wearing leggings that should be illegal, given how delicious his ass looks.

I steer him by his hips into his bedroom.

Sky stands on his tiptoes and crushes his cold mouth to mine. He tastes of red sauce and garlic from our dinner, but underneath is his sweetness, like warm vanilla cake sprinkled with cinnamon.

My knees bend automatically to make up for the height difference, and he hops up to wrap his legs around my waist.

“You mount me, and I can’t be held responsible,” I warn.

“What would you do to me?” He smiles, brushing my lips.

“Undress you, stare at your naked body until I’ve had my fill, then taste every single inch of you.” I nip his bottom lip. “All night long.”

“Sold.” Sky pulls off his shirt and tosses it behind me.

“Sky”—I screw my eyes shut to muster self-control—“I’m serious about going slow.”

“Then slowly take me to bed and kiss me all over.” He peels one of my eyes open.

“You’re irresistible.” I stare into his sparkling brown eyes.

“Me? Who has been torturing me with forearms? Like you don’t know sleeves rolled up on a dress shirt is basically arm porn.” He unbuttons my shirt.

“Never heard of it.” I set him on the area rug to get us both naked. “But I don’t want you to regret this in the morning.”

“Ugh. Stop being so considerate. I will be extremely grumpy and blame you if I wake up with blue balls.” He sheds his pants and briefs at the same time.

My erection tents my boxers obscenely.

Sky grabs hold and leads me to his bed by my dick. “Nice handle,” he quips. He sits on the bed, still holding my cloth-covered cock, and traces his tongue above the waistband.

“I’m doing the tasting.” My cock leaks, leaving wet marks.

“We’re doing the tasting,” Sky corrects with a look that says he means business. He tongues the wet spot, and my eyes roll back in my head. He’s not even kissing my skin, and I’m on edge.

“I’m not going to last long,” I warn, letting him explore my head.

“That’s what round two is for.” He yanks my boxers down, but before he can get his mouth on me, I smother him with my body.

I’ve dreamed of him for years, and reality is so much better, so I’m not ruining it by nutting in three seconds. I suck his neck and move him closer to the headboard.

His nipples bead under my tongue as I switch back and forth. He’s saltier by his armpits, with a sharp sweetness similar to dark chocolate.

“Fair warning, if you don’t stop me now, I’ll become addicted.”

“Fair warning, if you stop now, your team will never find your body,” he counters.

“Why does murder sound so sexy when you threaten me?” I stretch my tongue out to savor as much of his taste as possible.

“Don’t hockey players get off on violence?” he teases, and grazes his fingertips along my side.

“Tickling is violence.” I raise my torso, which puts more of my weight on his gorgeous dick. His cock stabs me in the abdomen, desperate for attention. He’s long, with a perfect head and enough girth to fill my mouth.

Sky throws his arms over his head and thrusts up. “Punish me.”