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“Neither am I.” Cole dragged his thumb across Ford’s wet bottom lip. “Turn over.”

Ford held his gaze while he shifted onto his stomach. Cole climbed over him, cock heavy against Ford’s thigh. He kissed the back of Ford’s neck, then bit down hard enough to make Ford’s ass tighten beneath him.

Cole kept moving lower. His mouth followed Ford’s spine while he pushed Ford’s knees farther apart, making room between them. By the time he reached the base of Ford’s back, Ford was already lifting his hips.

“Stay there,” Cole said.

Ford lowered his chest to the mattress and raised his ass instead. Cole spread him open, and the first pass of his tongue dragged a shout out of Ford.

Cole did it again, slower. His tongue moved from Ford’s balls to his hole in one broad, wet stroke, then circled the tight muscle without giving him more. Ford pushed back, but Cole held him in place and kept teasing around the edge.

“Cole.”

“This what you wanted?” Cole’s breath moved hot over skin he’d left slick. “Lying up here thinking about my mouth on your ass?”

Ford rocked his cock against the sheets. “Was thinking about everything.”

Cole closed his mouth over him.

The suction made Ford’s legs tense. Cole worked him with lips and tongue, opening him with slow pressure before pushing the pointed tip inside. Ford’s forehead dropped to the mattress. Cole’s stubble scraped the backs of his thighs while his tongue pressed deeper, withdrew, and drove in again.

Ford couldn’t stop moving. Every time he pushed back, Cole met him, tongue fucking into him until Ford’s cock left a wet streak beneath his stomach.

“You taste so good,” Cole said against him. He sucked at Ford’s hole once more, filthy and loud enough that Ford heard it. “Could’ve stayed down here all night.”

“You promised me your cock.”

“I promised to take my time.”

Cole dragged his tongue over him again, then pulled away before Ford could grind back for more. Ford heard the nightstand open behind him. The quiet snap of the lube cap sent another shiver through him.

“You want me in here?” Cole asked. One slick finger traced Ford’s wet hole without entering. “This what you were waiting for?”

Ford pushed back against the teasing pressure. “You know it is.”

“Say it.”

“I want you inside me.”

Cole pressed his finger inside.

Ford exhaled into the pillow. Cole worked him open slowly, withdrawing almost to the tip before pushing deep again. The second finger stretched him wider. Ford spread his knees and rocked back to meet every thrust.

Cole’s mouth moved over his shoulder. “You look so fucking good taking my fingers.”

He curled them, and Ford’s stomach pulled tight. Pleasure shot through him, sharp enough to make his elbows give. Cole did it again, holding him open with his other hand while Ford ground against the mattress.

“There?” Cole asked.

Ford turned his face out of the pillow. “Don’t act like you don’t know.”

Cole laughed low and filthy against his ear. His fingers drove into Ford again and stayed against the spot that made Ford’s cock leak onto the sheets.

“I know exactly what you like.” Cole stroked inside him until Ford couldn’t keep his hips still. “I know how you get when you need my cock.”

“Then give it to me.”

“Not yet.”