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“Sterling,” he rumbled when I teased the waistband of his boxers. His fingers dug into my flesh, but instead of feeling trapped, I pressed closer, wanting more. I loved how he touched me. Loved how special I felt when he looked at me. When he held me like this.
“I want to,” I pleaded, looking up at him.
He leaned down and kissed me. It started slow and soft, but it didn’t take long for it to grow more heated. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and I moaned. Sliding my hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, I circled my hand around his cock. He was hard and smooth, his tip wet with precum.
“Oh, fuck,” Graham groaned. He rolled to the side, drawing me closer, trapping my hand between us. But that was fine because he began to thrust into my hand, moaning into my mouth. His tongue was hot and wet, and his cock was hard as steel, even more precum leaking from the mushroom-tipped head.
“Your cock feels so good,” I rasped into his mouth.
“Tighter,” he panted. I tightened my fist around him, and he snarled my name, thrusting even faster. By this point, we were barely even kissing anymore. He was just panting into my mouth, our tongues half-heartedly licking as he chased his orgasm.
“Sterling!” he shouted right before his cum spilled into my fist and wet the front of his boxers. I slid the fingers of my free hand into his hair and softly kissed him, gently working him down from his high. He finally pushed my hand away, and I brought my fingers to my lips, licking his cum off. He groaned, his eyes shutting for a brief moment before he opened them to continue watching me.
I moaned at the taste of him. Christ, I should’ve given him head instead. I would be mourning that loss for the rest of the night.
“That’s hot,” Graham whispered.
I smiled and sat up before sliding off the bed to go wash my hands. “Next time, I’m giving you head.”
Graham groaned as he slid out of bed, dropping his boxers. I bit my lip at the sight of his toned ass in the mirror. “That’s teasing because now I’ve got the image of you sucking my dick in my head.”
I snickered. But the intimacy we’d shared had settled the turmoil inside of me. I was calm. Warm. Safe.
When I slid back into bed, Graham immediately curled his body around mine, his warm breath fanning the skin on the back of my neck. I covered his hand with one of mine, my eyes sliding closed.
This—this right here—was all I needed in life.
“Why is your phone ringing this early?” Graham groaned, burrowing his face in my shoulder.
“Just ignore it,” I mumbled, tugging the blanket over my face. It was too fucking early to be awake after the day I’d ended up having yesterday. I wanted to lay in bed all day and just sleep and pretend the world didn’t exist and that people weren’t talking shit about my ED on social media.
My phone finally stopped ringing, but then it started right back up again. Graham cursed and rolled away from me. A pathetic whine slid from between my lips. I wasn’t ready to be separated from him yet. Every time I’d started having a nightmare, Graham had somehow coaxed me out of it without waking me up too much, so I easily fell back asleep every time. I wanted his warmth back around me so I could sleep some more.
“It’s your mom,” Graham grumbled, putting the phone in front of me on the mattress. As he wrapped his body back around me, crushing me to him, I cracked one eye open and answered the call, putting it on speaker after so I didn’t have to hold the damn thing.
My eyes sliding closed, I croaked, “Hey.”
“Hey, hun!” Mom exclaimed, much too chipper for how early it was. I groaned, making her release a breezy little laugh. “We’re in town. Wanted to have breakfast with you and Graham, if the two of you are up to it.”
Graham’s stomach rumbled behind me at the mention of breakfast. It didn’t matter that he was barely awake right now. His stomach was, and it had a mind of its own. And Graham usually ended up following it.
“Does it include pancakes that my Coach will kill me for?” Graham sleepily asked. “Because if so, I’m one hundred percent in.”
Mom snorted. “Yes, Graham, it includes pancakes.”
I groaned again. It was clear I was now on the losing side. “I guess we’re meeting you for breakfast,” I muttered.
“Oh, don’t sound so down about it,” Mom teased. “You love it when I surprise you and wake you up.”
I really didn’t, though I did enjoy her and Dad’s company. They weren’t overbearing parents—just protective. And after the hell I’d gone through, that protection was welcome. I knew it definitely wasn’t easy for Mom to let me come to college away from home, but she was comforted by the fact that my therapist was nearby. And when I became friends with Graham, she relaxed even more.
I had a system here—a reliable one. And that was all she wanted for me.
“Meet us at that breakfast spot down the road from campus,” Mom instructed. “I can’t think of the name of it right now. Graham knows which one I’m talking about.”
“If anything pertains to food, he always knows,” I joked, slowly coming more awake.
Graham lightly bit my shoulder, making me yelp. “Stop teasing Graham, Sterling,” Mom scolded, but her tone was too light to actually be serious. “We’ll see you in, say… an hour?”
