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“Want? Yes. Of course. Have you seen your ass?”

He squeezed his eyes closed. “No, I mean. Yes. That’s not… I can’t fucking think with your mouth on me. Suck my cock.”

“No, baby,” I said with a laugh, kissing and licking his body everywhere but his cock. “Not yet.”

His fingers moved into my hair, twitching like they wanted to tighten and yank, but he was too much of a good boy to test the limits with me.

“Why not? Please. Need to come.”

“Mm. Don’t think you need to,” I said against his warm skin, still carrying faint traces of my own bodywash, which made me feel downright feral and possessive. “Think you want to. Need versus want. Very different things.”

He bit out a curse and arched his back when I clamped my lips and teeth around a stiff nipple. “Vaughn, please,” he said, a clear whimper sounding underneath his voice.

Bett McNeely was so fucking pretty like this. Naked and aroused beneath me. Being a very good boy instead of the grumpy bastard he’d been at the beginning of the school year.

It was like crack. I wanted more and more and more. More of his warm, taut skin. His noisy, desperate inhales. His bitten-off curses and leaking cock.

More of his glassy-eyed begging.

“Let me suck you,” he said in a softer voice, as if worried someone else would overhear. “I can make you feel good, I promise.”

I should have been surprised at his willingness to be this vulnerable with me, but I wasn’t. Bett had always seemed like someone who was holding something back, and it hadn’t taken me long to figure out one of those things was his attraction to men. Or maybe just to me? The jury was still out on that. But when he’d looked over at me that very first night, face tight with anger, there’d also been something else behind his eyes. Something needy and secret.

Something I’d wanted to tease out of him and expose to the light of day.

Now that we were here, now that he was giving me another glimpse of this part of him, I wanted to shove it back into the darkness. Into a hiding place where no one else could see it.

Just me.

I felt the rough hair on his thigh against my dick as I pressed against him for some relief.

“Fuck,” I groaned, realizing he was making the same noises of pleasure, as if he liked me using him to hump against.

“Vaughn.” His breathy voice was hot over my forehead as I moved back up to kiss his neck. “Vaughn, please. Make me come. Need to come. I mean… want to come. Please.”

His right hand was fisted by his hip as if to keep it from reaching for his dick.

“Such a good girl for me,” I murmured before trailing wet kisses up his neck and relishing the rasp of his stubble against my lips. “You’re doing so good.”

The high little noise in his throat made my balls tighten and my head feel floaty. “Want to be good,” he said, almost too softly for me to hear. “For you.”

Fuck.

I moved up until our cocks were pressed against each other, and then I scrambled to reach for his bedside table, yanking out the goddamned floral lotion and dumping some into my palm before reaching for our cocks with a shaking hand.

“Hold still, baby,” I said, trying to get us lined up and slicked up so I could stroke us off together. A voice in the back of my head was asking why the fuck I hadn’t just let Bett suck me off, but when my mouth closed over his soft lips and took, and took, and took, that voice quickly quieted.

This.

This was why.

Kissing Bett McNeely somehow made my dick harder. My balls heavier. My stomach tight with need.

His willing tongue. The little noises and stuttered breaths he let out between us. The way his hands came up to clasp my head as if he would do anything to keep me there. The hot, wet welcome of his mouth and the curious, searching invasion of his tongue.

It was fucking glorious.

I groaned my relief into his mouth while I stroked us and thrust my hips into his. It was messy and wild, unplanned and borderline embarrassing. But Jesus fuck was it hot.