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“Alright,” he said. “I know so.”
“I’ll probably have to have one of those angry fucking wanks while I think about it, then come home and take it out on your sorry little fuck hole.”
“Sounds even better.”
“You say that now.” I stared at him, and my dirty Rick was looking so fucking hot. His t-shirt was tight and stretched across his chest, his hair was messy at the back, like a bird’s nest, just asking to be grabbed and pulled as I fucked his tight little asshole.
“What?” he said, taking a swig of beer. “What’s that look for?”
I finished up my wine. “I want to fuck you.”
“I love how direct you are, Carl Brooks.”
I got to my feet. “Now,” I said. “I want to fuck you now.”
He held up his phone. “Maybe we should test out our new rules? Call Katie and ask if she minds. Maybe she could listen. Maybe she’d want to listen?” His eyes were hopeful. Sparkling. Horny.
I shook my head. “No fucking phone, Rick. Just you and me.”
I watched his breath catch. “You’re so fucking hot when you get all bossy.” He pushed himself from the table, rubbed his palm in the crotch of his jeans. “Where?” he said. “Where do you want me?”
I knew just what I wanted.
“This way,” I said.
I wanted to fuck him where she’d been, where the sheets still smelled of her. I pinned him at the bottom of the stairs, kissed him hard, until he grunted into my mouth and fumbled at my belt.
“Feels like ages since it was just us.” He snaked his fingers inside my boxers, gripped my cock. “Feels good to know you want me.”
“Of course I fucking want you,” I said, and it was more than that. I thrust against his fingers. “I fuckingneedyou.” My mouth pressed to his, and my words were muffled, but he heard them well enough.
We stumbled upstairs with wet kisses. With frantic fingers and hard cocks and short breaths. I kicked the bedroom door open.
“Where she’s been,” I whispered. “I want to fuck you there. Want to fuck you where she sleeps.Want her to sleep where I’ve taken you. Want to love you where we’ve taken her.”
He groaned into me and kissed me hard.
I took off his clothes and he took off mine, and I pulled him onto me, falling to the bed as he straddled me, his hands on my thighsand his back arched.
He was so fucking beautiful. That gorgeous fucking man with his cute smile and his messy hair and hungry eyes.
I lubed up my cock, and he eased himself down, exhaling one long breath as my cock filled him up.
And then he rode me, slowly. So fucking slowly it fried my fucking brain.
I watched him intently. Watched the rapture on his face as I worked his dick with my fingers. Watched the way his eyes glazed and his mouth dropped open.
And I felt it all, felt him.
“I love you,” I said, and his eyes snapped into focus.
“I fucking love you, Carl, so fucking much.”
We stared at each other, through each other, and there was so much unsaid.
The unspoken hung heavy, thick and deep. The need that never left, that never eased, that never relented.
“I love her,” he said. “She’s the one.” His voice was barely a whisper.
