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“Need some directions there Sut—oooh,fuck.”
I don’t miss on the second stab of my condom-covered dick, and it lands in his hole, stealing his flippancy. “Mouthy fucking brat.” I start with a few slow thrusts, but I’m too damn horny for him, and I’m something else too. Part of me might have believed—for the briefest of seconds—that he meant all that bullshitabout us being over. I’m Goddamn relieved I’m here with him. In him.
Fucking him hard, I crack a hand on his ass. “Tell me this ass is mine.”
“It’s yours … for tonight.”
“All the nights, Alderchuck. I own you.”
That drags an almost purr out of him. He liked that.
He arches his back like the irresistible feline he is, moving in time with my thrusts. I contract my large ass muscles, driving harder, opening him wider. Sweat trickles down my abs, dripping between us. Fuck, I just wanna bake him in all my juices. I slow down just a bit so I can lean over and grab his lips with mine. His hair’s a mess, his wild curls splayed on the bed. His bottom lip’s rough against mine, chapped from the game.
“I’m gonna … gonna cum, Sutter.”
I let him, fucking him slowly, pegging his prostate with force. He moans into my mouth, his dick exploding between us. I don’t even care how fucking sticky I get. I yank him down the bed and grip under his knees. I need to be deeper. My cock gets its sweet fucking release. I wish it was him I was filling instead of a condom.
Fighting to catch my breath, I collapse to the side of him, lacing my fingers in his, watching the rise and fall of his chest, instinctively making sure he’s okay. I know he’s fine, but it comes with the paranoia of being me.
And that reminds me, one thing. I have to tell him one thing before we leave this room.
“Oh God, don’t tell me you want to hold hands and shit, Sutter. I thought we didn’t do that?”
He tries to tug his hand away, but I don’t let him.
“Okay, fine. Guess we’re doing that. Wow, that was good. Better than good. We’re doing a round two and three, yeah?”
I close my eyes. “Mm-hmm.” I didn’t know it until now, but I was unsettled. It’s sooooo fucking peaceful beside Mr. Chaos. Who knew?
“C’mon, don’t fall asleep. We really should ice that eye; think I hit you pretty badly. Also, I’m fucking starving. I must be fed, Sutter.”
I groan, refusing to open my eyes. “Why do you have so much energy?”
“Why are you such an old man at twenty-six?”
This time when he tugs his hand away, I let him. “Just gonna order room service. You’re paying.”
My mouth moves to bark curses at him, but they come out as mumbled jargon. Lips press to my sweaty brow.
“Sleep, Sutter. You can tell me off all you want later … after I’ve done some real damage with your credit card.”
My eyes flutter open. A loud laugh belts through the room in time with a laugh soundtrack behind it, and I catch sight of Alderchuck beside me watching Friends reruns. Is that a whole pie? Yep. He’s cutting slices, eating directly from the pie dish. And what the…?
“What the fuck are you wearing, Alderchuck?”
“Forgot my hat in my bag, needed something to tie up all this sick flow. Don’t wanna get whip cream in my hair.” He shoves an entire slice of pie into his mouth. It puffs up his cheeks.
“That’s disgusting.” But I can’t complain too much about his big mouth; it fits my entire dick. He barely chokes on it. That’s a fucking feat. I sit up and let him keep my bandana—for now—reaching into my bag beside the bed for a sweatshirt. “Did you get anything that doesn’t have half your body weight in sugar?”
He swallows, raising a brow. “No?” But then a smile cracks his face. “I got us some real food too. This was just a snack until you woke up.”
A snack. Right. “We need to get you checked for tapeworms.”
He laughs. “I am the tapeworm, Sutter.”
I tug on some sweats, too, because it’s fucking cold in here. Alderchuck’s only wearing the pair of gray sweats he showed up in. “Aren’t you cold?”
He shrugs. “A little.”
