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Lust shot through me. “I wish I could see that. But what if I just want to play?” I thrust two fingers inside, fucking W with them, twisting them and rubbing his taint with my thumb.
“Doesn’t your dick want to play?” He jerked me while I finger-fucked him, going from two fingers to three to holy shit, if I didn’t get my cock inside him soon, I might disintegrate until I didn’t exist anymore.
“On your knees, Baggins.” I swatted his thigh.
W laughed. “Oh my God. Fuck you. I said the literary thing was a bad idea.”
He turned into position as I suited up and slicked my cock. He was bent over, his back perfectly arched, legs spread, balls hanging between, and I was struck stupid for a moment. Like I suddenly didn’t know what to do. He was one of the most beautiful men I’d ever been with, if not holding the top spot. “Are you teaching English?” I asked, which was a ridiculous question in this moment. I had a gorgeous man naked in my bed and offering me his hole, and that’s what I focused on?
W looked over his shoulder at me and frowned. “Sixth grade, yes.” We stayed there a moment, staring at each other. He cleared his throat. “Are we doing this or not?”
I answered by pressing my dick against his rim and pushing. He was so fucking hot and tight, a lubed fist around me, making my vision blur.
“Yes…God…fuck yes,” he said over and over.
I got halfway in before I held his hips and filled him with one final thrust. W called out, asking for more, shoving back toward me so he could fuck himself on my cock.
As much as I wanted to, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Sliding one hand around him, I stroked his dick in unison with each pump of my hips.
W’s breathing picked up. He was vocal, moaning, begging, telling me how good I felt inside him. When his body began to tighten around me, he shoved back against me, hot ropes of cum slicking through my fingers, his hole spasming, milking my orgasm out of me and making my whole body go up in flames. I dropped my head back, growled as my balls emptied into the rubber between us.
“Fuck…that was… Jesus, that was good. I came so hard I can’t see straight.” W flopped onto his back, breathing heavily. His cock was softening against his stomach, cum in streaks up his belly. I got rid of the condom, then fell back into bed with him.
“Me too.” My body was wrung out. “That was fun, Mr. Tumnus.”
A burst of laughter rushed past his lips. “I hope you know I hate you,” he said between chuckles.
Quiet fell over us, and we lay there on our backs, words eluding us. It felt like a lifetime passed before he said, “I should head out.”
“Or you could stay. My refractory period is likely longer than yours, but if you give me some time, I know I have another fuck or two in me tonight.” I didn’t know why I wanted him to stay so badly. I should just let him be on his way.
“Okay,” he replied. “I mean, I was looking for a good time and all.”
I smiled, rolled over, and kissed him.
I took his ass one more time that night, but afterward, I fell asleep, lights still on. When I woke up in the morning, he’d shut everything off and he was gone.
CHAPTER THREE
Zander
I couldn’t get H out of my head.
I was making myself crazy. There were so many other important things I needed to be concentrating on more than the hot guy who’d blown my mind the night before.
And he had.
Best. Sex. Ever.
But again, that wasn’t what was important. I’d gotten what I wanted, which was a night of fun, and now it was time to be the responsible Zander Wescott. Mr. Wescott, to be exact.
Graduation wasn’t until this afternoon, so I got up, took my ADHD pill, and went for a jog. Then I got some packing done to keep myself busy. I worried about my car making the trip home. Mom’s wasn’t the only one having trouble. I’d be stopping in to see her and Molly before getting to Atlanta, and then maybe I could look for a summer job to help bring in extra funds before the school year started.
I frowned when there was a knock on my door. One look through the peephole showed Ross. In the beginning, I hated it when he came over to my apartment. He always looked so out of place there, like one glance at him said he had money.
I tugged the door open, and he handed me a Starbucks. “I come bearing gifts. Iced, with extra caramel, just how you like it.” I cocked a brow at him. “And yes, I didn’t tell you ahead of time because I knew you’d tell me not to get you one. It’s a coffee. Friends do things like that for each other. I didn’t get it for whatever reason you think.”
