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Cyn had never been with a man before.

The intense pleasure of his hot mouth and tongue exploring my cock, coupled with knowing that I was the first man he’d ever touched this way, nearly sent me over the edge.

My phone had buzzed on the nightstand, but I’d tried to ignore it. I’d wanted to stay in the moment with Cyn, yet the repeated buzzing kept distracting me. I’d forgotten I’d told Rae to call.

When he’d sensed my focus drifting, he’d told me to answer.

Trying to conceal what we were up to from Rae failed miserably, but hearing how excited she got at the thought of me jerking off, without knowing what was actually happening, drove me crazy. And when she’d learned the truth and Cyn had taken the phone? I felt like I was going to explode.

Cyn’s lips curled into a grin as he stroked me and said, “I want you to finish yourself off, then take care of what you have to do.” He twisted his hand at the tip, drawing a moan from me, and his rumbling chuckle sent a shiver through me. “I’ll take care of him.”

“Please.” My hips instinctively chased his hand when he let go of me, then tossed the phone on the bed, leaving the call connected.

He crawled over me and slotted his mouth over mine, stealing my breath when his bare chest pressed against me.

I reached for his arms, finally allowing myself to map his skin with my hands.

When he broke the kiss and braced himself above me, I touched his chest. His heartbeat pounded under my palm, a tempo almost as frantic as my own.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“For what? Why?”

A pained look crossed his face. “For not recognizing it sooner. For not telling you sooner.”

I licked my lips, my throat going dry. “For not telling me what?”

“Everything.” He bent again, kissing me slow and deep, then trailed kisses across my jaw to my neck. He propped himself up on one hand and looked down at our bodies, so close together but not quite touching.

“Cyn,” I pleaded. I didn’t want him to stop touching me.

I didn’t know what “everything” meant, but I was too distracted to push for clarification.

He bent and buried his face in my neck, sucking the skin.

I arched my neck, unable to suppress the loud moan that Rae no doubt heard through the phone.

“There’s my good boy,” Cyn whispered against my skin, his hand sliding down to grip my hip when I bucked against him. “Let me hear you.”

I whined when his grip hindered my movements. I wanted more.

“That’s it,” he murmured, aligning our bodies until his hardness pressed against mine through the fabric of his pants, making it clear how much all this affected him. “Such a good boy.”

He wanted this.

He wanted me.

I whined again, overwhelmed by the feelings ripping through my chest.

“Fuck, Zeke.”

He called me his good boy. How did he know I liked it? I knew Rae hadn’t told him. Had he noticed?

He moved down my body, kissing and sucking at the skin of my chest and stomach until he was between my legs again. He trailed kisses from my knee up my inner thigh to my shaft, running his tongue piercing up the underside in a fast swipe that made me moan.

“Do you trust me?” His piercing amber eyes met mine, his ragged breath teasing the sensitive skin of my balls.

“Of course I do.”