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“Kinky.” Niles grinned.

“Damn right.” I watched as he pulled off the shorts, then dropped to his knees, unsnapped my jeans, and lowered the zipper.

My cock sprang free, hard and heavy, and Niles didn’t waste a second. His hand wrapped around the base, and he looked up at me with those green eyes like he’d been waiting for this all night.

Then his mouth closed over the head.

The heat of him hit me like a wall. My hand found the back of his head, fingers threading into his brown hair, and I held on. Not pushing. Just holding. His tongue swept across the underside, and my knees nearly buckled.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

He hummed around me, the vibration traveling straight through my cock and into my gut. His hand worked what his mouth couldn’t reach, stroking in a rhythm that matched his bobbing head. Saliva made everything slick, and the sound of it—wet, obscene, quiet in my bedroom—filled the space between us.

My grip tightened in his hair, an anchor while the world tilted sideways.

Niles took my dick deeper. His throat relaxed around the head, and the pressure of it made my vision blur at the edges. His free hand found my hip, fingers digging into the muscle, holding me steady while he worked.

“Look at me,” I managed.

His eyes opened. Those green irises, dark with want, locked onto mine while his mouth stayed full of my cock. The sight alone nearly finished me.

His hand twisted at the base. His tongue pressed flat against the underside. The combination sent electricity racing up my back and pooling low in my stomach, where it coiled tighter and tighter.

“Just like that.” The words came out strangled. “Those lips were made for sucking dick, sparkles.”

He moaned around my cock, and the vibration wrecked me. He picked up the pace, bobbing faster, his hand working in tandem. Pre-cum leaked onto his tongue, and I watched him swallow it down like he wanted more.

My hips rolled forward on instinct. He took it, throat opening, and the stretch of him around me was almost too much.

“Niles.” His name punched out of me. “Close.”

He pulled off with a wet sound that echoed in the quiet room. His lips were red, swollen, a string of saliva connecting them to my cock for one obscene second before it broke.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice just as wrecked. “Want you inside me when you come.”

The male didn’t have to ask twice.

I pulled him up by the hand. His mouth found mine, tasting of salt and heat, and I kissed him deep while backing him toward the bed. His skirt rode up as he sat on the edge, exposing his thighs, his cock straining.

“Need lube,” I said.

“Get it.” His hands went to my shirt, pulling it over my head.

Grabbing the bottle from the nightstand, I set it on the mattress beside him. My boots hit the floor next, followed by my jeans. Standing between his legs, I looked down at him—that black skirt pushed up around his waist, his cock hard against his stomach, his eyes dark and wanting.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said.

“Stop talking and get on the bed.”

I laughed and climbed on. Sitting back against the headboard, I pulled him into my lap. His weight settled against me, his ass pressing against my cock. The friction made us both hiss.

“Like this?” he asked.

“Exactly like this.”

He reached for the lube, uncapping it with fingers that shook slightly. He poured it into his palm, then reached between us. His hand found my cock first, slicking me from base to tip with slow strokes that made my jaw clench.

Then he turned around, getting to his hands and knees, ass facing me. His fingers were at his own entrance, circling the rim before pressing inside. I watched as he worked himself open, the sound of his pleasure filling the room.