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Holy hell.

He’d done what I asked. There wasn’t a stitch of clothing to hide his long, lean form. Beck lay on his stomach, arms wrapped around the pillow beneath his cheek, broad shoulders and back dotted with a spray of freckles. His back tapered to a narrow waist, a generous swell of a sculpted ass, and then flowed into long legs fuzzed with coppery curls.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “I wasn’t sure how you wanted me.”

“This is good for now.”

I kicked off my shoes, then climbed up onto the bed to straddle him. I draped myself over his body, my jeans scratching against his thighs and ass, my T-shirt a softer touch on his upper back. I slid one hand into his hair, pulling his head back, and used the other to hold his jaw as I kissed him hard.

He gasped, but accepted my tongue, moaning softly as I pulled away.

“You’re going to be absolutely silent,” I told him. “No matter what I do to you. If you want me to stop, tap me anywhere, my arm, my hip, whatever. But you won’t make a single noise. Not a moan, not a whimper, nothing.”

Beckett’s breathing was ragged. “Got it.”

I pinched his ass, and he gave a yelp. “Want to try that again?”

He shot me a glare, but wisely, he didn’t speak up to argue. I kissed him again, softer this time, to convey my approval. He sighed and his eyes fluttered closed. Yeah, he was ready now. I moved my lips to the corner of his mouth, then dragged them along his stubbled jaw until I reached his throat.

Beckett angled his head, inhaling sharply when I nibbled the delicate skin, but he kept his silence, so I rewarded him with a slow lick and watched him shiver in response.

We hadn’t had the chance to properly take our time with one another since that night Andi was out with Colt. Sleeping in bed with him, fumbling under the covers in the dark, quick and rushed, was not the same. Tonight, I was going to be thorough.

I worked my way down his back, kissing each knob of his spine, skating my hands along his flanks, finding every nook and cranny that made him quiver for me. His body was different from the women I’d been with, but there wasn’t anything about him, not one little characteristic, that turned me off.

When I got to his ass, he pushed it up into my hands wantonly, silently begging.

I parted his cheeks. “If you make a sound, I stop instantly.”

He huffed a breath, the only acknowledgment he’d heard me. I brushed a finger through the cleft of his ass. He squirmed, and a glance up showed me that he was biting a knuckle on his left hand. I followed with my tongue, just a quick, teasing brush, and a small whimper escaped him.

I pulled away.

“No, please,” he whispered.

“Shh.” I climbed off the bed. “You know the rules.”

Beckett rolled over, showing me his chest, flushed with arousal, his nipples dark red peaks. Between his legs, his cock curved up from its nest of red curls, fully hard. His eyes were begging, and of course, I wasn’t going to leave him in that state.

I pulled my T-shirt over my head, watching Beck’s gaze dip to drink in the sight of my bare chest. I had a patch of dark hair between my pecs, narrowing to a thin strip that led into my pants. I popped my jeans button, and Beckett’s cock twitched as he watched. I knew he wanted me, but it was gratifying to see his desperation. He’d fought so hard not to do this, and part of me was always a little unsure whether his feelings had been as intense as mine. But seeing him like this, there was no doubting it.

Beck was mine.

I pushed down my jeans and boxer briefs, taking a minute to untangle each leg, and when I straightened, I caught Beckett licking his lips as he gazed at my thick cock. It wasn’t quite as long as his, but it was girthy. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, giving myself a single stroke.

Beckett propped himself up on his elbows, and seeming to know what I wanted, opened his mouth and extended his tongue.

Hell yeah.

I straddled his shoulders and fed him my cock, letting him get it wet and suck it.

“Fuck,” I whispered as the heat and pressure enveloped me.

He raised an eyebrow.

“I said you had to be silent, not me,” I added with a smirk.

He somehow managed to scowl around a mouthful of cock, which made me quietly chuckle. I lifted my leg and swung around to put us into the sixty-nine position. I hadn’t had the chance to properly suck Beck, and it was long past due.

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