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Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever heard. I growled in return, wishing we could fly over the LA traffic and get to his place.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

“What are you doing?”

“Playing…unless you tell me to stop.”

But he wouldn’t because he didn’t want to. Not yet. “Don’t make me come.”

“I won’t. We’ll save that until we get home.” I stroked his shaft as it filled with blood, growing hotter and hardening against my palm.

“How are you feeling about tonight?”

“Are you asking me about my parents with your hand on my dick?”

I chuckled. “I am.”

“Fuck,” he gritted out when I ran my thumb over his tip and collected the moisture there before sucking it into my mouth.

“Keep talking, or I stop.” I slowly stroked him again.

“Goddamn you.” Patrick sucked in a breath. “It was…good. I’m not totally getting my hopes up yet, but since everything went down with me and you, they’ve seemed more attentive.”

“And the game? Did they give you too much shit afterward?” I palmed his balls, then went up to rub his glans.

Patrick’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “No…I…fuck, most people just talked about how good of a game I played, then asked how I felt that my boyfriend beat us.”

“Little do they know I’m beating off your cock right now.”

He chuckled, then hissed, the muscles in his thighs tightening. “You’re killing me, Tuck. I want you in my hole. Want to feel you stretching me out. It fucking kills me to be away from you as much as I am.”

“I know, baby. It kills me, too.” And we still had to figure out what we were going to do. I guessed we didn’t have a choice. Not if we planned to stay together, and we did. I wasn’t losing him. Not now.

I hadn’t realized how close we were to his place. Patrick pulled into the driveway. I bent to the side, kissing the tip of his cock before I tucked it away again. “We don’t want anyone to see this, now do we?”

“Definitely not. That’s all we need is a sex scandal next.”

“Race you to the door,” I replied before we both jumped out and started to run. He’d given me a key to his place; I could use it, but the bastard was faster than me and made it there first. He unlocked the door, and the second we were inside, we were on each other, stripping and laughing, hands frantic for bare skin.

Patrick’s mouth slid down my neck as we took the stairs awkwardly, half-naked and wrapped up in each other. “I want to take our time tonight.”

“Fuck yes. Me too.”

Once we were in his room, we hurried out of our clothes, the two of us standing there naked, my hands on his face as I kissed him. My tongue pushed into his mouth, needing to savor the taste of him.

Patrick’s hands went up and down my back, then went lower to cup my ass.

“I love that you still sleep in here.” And that after all of this time, the same lights were still on his house.

“Makes me feel like I’m closer to you.”

“Fuck, baby.” I lifted him, carrying Patrick over to the bed. I laid him down, bent over him, thrusting my cock against his as we slowly fed each other all of the pleasure inside of us.

Patrick moved up, and I continued to follow him until we positioned ourselves with his head on the pillow and me still above him.

I kissed my way down his chest, stuck my tongue in his belly button, then sucked his cock to the back of my throat.

“Fuck yes.” He thrust up and into my waiting mouth.

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