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“You’ll sleep well, now,” I said.
He let out a long sigh, turning to me again. “I’ll sleep well after I make you come.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Like hell,” he said. “Nice try. I must say, you’re incredibly good at being bossy when it comes to sex, but there’s no way in hell I’m not going to return the favor.”
A moment later he was burrowing himself under the sheets, shimmying down to my hips. I felt like I’d just been knocked off my axis.
It was strange how, for some reason, I hadn’t been prepared for this moment at all. It was only natural, of course, that someone would want to return the favor after I’d made them come. But all night, I’d only been focused on him. His safety. His pleasure. It was absurdly satisfying just to be able to make him feel good, to help him feel like himself again.
I’d never really even thought about myself, in all that.
And now I had the hottest man I’d ever met—the hottest man in the country, probably—diving down under the covers, ready to let me come for him, too.
And then I felt the press of his cheek against my erection, through the fabric of my boxer briefs. I looked down and saw him, like an angel with a halo of soft wavy hair around his head, rutting his face up against me in an animalistic way. He kissed the length of my shaft through the fabric before slowly teasing down the waistband, inch by inch, until my cock bobbed free.
I was more than just hard for him. I was aching.
He let out a satisfied sigh. “God, even your dick is perfect,” he said, trailing his fingertips up from my base all the way to the tip.
Years. I had been dreaming about a moment like this for years. And I never could have imagined it would be with someone like Theo. This wasn’t some quick, furtive hookup in a bathroom of a gay bar. We weren’t drunk. There wasn’t a shadow of a doubt about the fact that we both wanted this, badly.
I could feel the gentle weight of his body on my thighs as he moved up, gripping his hands around my hips and letting his tongue slide out against my tip. It was a molten rush. I let myself sink back into the bed, my eyes still steadfast on him.
And he didn’t break eye contact. He slowly sank his mouth down over my cock and looked at me the whole time, like he was daring me not to instantly come.
Theo Castille was fucking perfect.
It wasn’t easy not to explode onto his tongue right away. Some part of me really wanted to savor every part of this experience—to remember how the room looked, the view outside, the faint hum of the fan. But most importantly, the feel of his fingertips pushing into my hips. The way his hair fell against me, gently tickling the inside of my thighs, almost too much. The little satisfied moans he was making, every time he took my cock into his mouth.
More than anything, I knew that while we were doing this, Theo wasn’t thinking about anything else.
But he still wasn’t making it easy to hold back. He sucked me up and down, of course, but every few minutes he paused, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thighs or running his lips along my shaft.
“I want you to come for me,” he murmured before letting his tongue slide out again, lapping at the tip of my cock. My body shuddered, and I gripped the side of his head.
“I want this to last forever.”
His eyes met mine again. “I will get you off any time you want,” he said, his voice low. “I mean it. You could come for me right now and I’d do this again for you in twenty minutes flat.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him, his gaze so serious. “Oh yeah?”
“You think I’m kidding,” he said, pausing to take my cock all the way down to his throat and then back out again. “But I’m not. And I really, really do want you to come.”
“You’re so sweet, even when you have a cock in your mouth.”
“Not just any cock. Yours,” he said before taking me inside him again.
I stopped holding back now, because little by little, it was becoming close to impossible. I let my hips slowly buck toward him as I fucked his mouth.
This is all I ever needed, I thought as I finally let myself give in to the pleasure and stopped trying to stave off my orgasm. Theo was soft and masculine all at the same time. He had the personality of a human firecracker but he was still tender and vulnerable, sometimes so much that it shocked me.
All I could ever want.
