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The lame smile stayed on my face the entire time I got up, got dressed, and took a piss. When I walked into the kitchen, Devon glared at me for wasting his time. He glared even harder at the plate of food he left on the table for me.
“Eat it, prick.”
“Morning,” I laughed. “You’re in a good mood.”
He scowled at me. The breakfast he made was rock-hard toast with rubbery eggs on top. I’d eat it, hate every minute of it, and love him for it while resenting him for making me swallow it. But love was stronger than resentment because of all the effort he put in. Plus, I was right about his appearance. Sexy, frustrated, flushed cheeks, and a light sweat going. Hot damn.
I pulled the chair out to sit down, but Devon grabbed my bicep and spun me towards him. “Don’t eat that shit, Madd,” he sighed. “I wouldn’t even eat that.” He nodded towards the garbage can where his breakfast, plate and all, sat on top.
I ran my hands up his chest and held him by the neck. His blue eyes met mine, bashful and furious, maybe even a little embarrassed. “You fuck up everything you touch, Devon, but I love you for it.”
“Well, fuck me for trying to do something nice,” he scoffed, attempting to push me away.
I held on tighter, grinning right in his face. “Then get on your knees. You still owe me a blowie.”
Devon didn’t find it funny. He reached between our bodies and rubbed my cock. “That all that matters to you, Madd? You just wanna get off and go back to bed?”
I groaned, pushing into his hand. “I wanna get off and then spend the whole day with you.”
“I just did this nice thing for you, and now you wanna force me to my knees?”
“Youfucked upthis nice thing for me and now I want you because of it,” I countered.
“You like it when I fuck up?”
“I like it when you try.”
“Maybe I’ll screw up your blowjob. I screw everything else up.” He glared at me.
I moved my hands, one into his hair and one around his throat, forcing him to look at me. “You never fuck that up. It’s like you belong on your knees right in front of me.”
“You’re such a dick,” he scoffed again.
But he did drop to his knees. I watched every second of his mouth on my dick, and when he looked up at me, I tried not to collapse. Devon’s mouth was my biggest weakness. It used to piss me off the most, but now I loved every bullshit comment that came from his lips. He revved me up with his words, said the sweetest things I reluctantly loved, and smiled like some poor sap that actually was happy. I loved all of it.
Just as I was about to come, I pushed him back, dropped to my knees with him, and pushed him onto his back. Straddling him, I pulled his cock out and fisted us both in my hand. “You make me crazy,” I told him, jerking us off together and hating that I felt so attached to him that I didn’t want to come unless he did. “I want you every second of every day, and I hate that I can’t have that much of you.”
“Maddox,” he moaned, grabbing my legs as his hips bucked in pleasure. “I love when you’re a pushy dick like this.”
“I’m fucking you before this day is over,” I warned.
“Mm, yes,” he agreed. “Shit, that feels good. I’m gonna come already.”
It’d been like fifteen seconds, but we were both pent up with desires we never got to act on anymore. With our cocks rubbing together, we both lost ourselves to the sensation, the heat, the thrill of the moment, and the undeniable chemistry we had. There was no better feeling than being trapped in a moment like this with Devon. I wanted him so badly that when we took the time to do something dirty, it didn’t matter that we were on the kitchen floor with the smell of burnt toast around us. I’d take it even if I was stroking out, and I’d still think it was the hottest thing of my life.
Breathing hard after that, I pushed off the floor to get up, but Devon grabbed my hips to keep me there.
“Don’t go,” he wheezed, reaching up to grab a sorta-clean dish towel off the stove rack. He wiped up our mess and looked at me. “Just stay here with me.” He pulled me down beside him.
Our fingers linked between our bodies—our usual attempt at cuddling—our chests heaved from exertion, and I felt really damn good. Maybe we’d be able to make things better now that we both remembered how good it felt to fool around.
Devon stared at the tiles on the ceiling. “I’m a sensitive bitch, but I love you, Madd. Too much.” He squeezed my hand but didn’t look at me. “Nate called me out on it. He said something about you leaving me because I neglect you, and it freaked me out. I don’t want to lose you.I can’t. I won’t survive it.”
I rolled on my side, the kitchen floor digging into my hip bone. “I’m not leaving you, you dumb fuck. I love your ass.”
“Just my ass?”
“All of you.” I kissed him. “We just have to pay more attention to each other.”
