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He lets out a low groan as my hands travel down his stomach and I grab on to his cock.

“You gotta be quiet though, or else my parents are gonna hear.”

“Too hard,” he grunts, and I smile widely, loving how unhinged he becomes. God, I missed that—missed hearing him scream my name.

I squeeze his cock gently and he huffs, wanting more, needing it. But I need to bring him so close to the edge that he’s begging for my dick. I want that. I want him to think of nothing else but me.

“Wanna know what my fantasy was? I have so many, but the one that would keep me up at night, wanna know what that was?”

He nods, swallowing loudly. I move around behind him, my fingers trailing up and over his shoulder and down his back.

“I had this dream…you’d come over when my parents were gone and walk into my room and find me lying on my stomach, drawing. And you’d close the door. Lock it. And then you’d move toward me, those big fucking thighs…” I groan as I grasp them and pull him against me, his back now flush with my chest.

“You’d grab my legs, flip me over, and bring me right to the edge of the bed. Then those big hands would peel my pants off, you’d drop to your knees, and you’d suck me off. Just swallow me whole.”

Grey groans as I palm his dick, rubbing it through the fabric of his jeans.

“You gonna do that, Grey. Gonna make me come?”

He nods, his head falling back against my shoulder. I stroke him a few more times, showing him how good this can be before stepping away and sitting on the edge of the bed, beckoning him toward me.

“Come here,” I say and he moves, falling to his knees, his hands on my pants, tugging them down my thighs without hesitation.

“Oh god,” I murmur as my cock bobs free and he leans forward and laps at it.

Then that mouth—the one that’s so fucking quiet all the time, that just keeps everything inside—engulfs me and I arch up, my hands clutching his head as he takes me. Over and over until I’m moaning.

“Yes, just like that. Fuck, yes, Grey.”

He’s groaning around my length, his spit sliding down to my balls and leaving a wet spot on the sheets. But I don’t fucking care because this feels insane, and I’m about to burst. This is all too much. This is all my fantasies come to life. I cannot believe he’s on his knees for me…in my childhood bedroom. This cannot be real.

Tell me this is fucking real.

“I’m gonna come,” I hiss, and Grey moans as I thrust up into his mouth, taking him hard. And then I’m coming, bursting into his mouth and watching as he swallows it down.

He sits back on his heels, his face a fucking mess, his hand down his jeans, pumping his cock.

He shudders, biting down on his swollen bottom lip as his body shakes with his release. He suddenly slumps forward, his eyes closed, his chest heaving.

“Oh fuck,” he mutters. “Oh fuck.”

I stare at him, my dick hanging limply out of my pants, feeling slightly dazed.

“I came in my pants, Quinn,” he says, his eyes on mine. He looks slightly distraught. “In your parents’ house. They’re gonna know.”

I bite down on my bottom lip, holding back a laugh. I know he’s upset about it, but damn it’s kind of funny.

He swipes at his wet chin. “I feel like a teenager, only I never acted this way when I was a teen because I was in the closet.”

My hand reaches out and I touch his cheek, already feeling the stubble making a reappearance.

“You can have your chance to do all that stuff with me,” I say. “We can experience it together.”

He watches me intently and then sighs. “I need some tissues…for the mess I made.”

A laugh bubbles out of me and I reach over, grab some, and hand them to him.

“Might need some new underwear too,” he adds.

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