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My smile starts in my chest, then finds its way to my lips. “Good thing I’m hungry for it too.”

I lower my face to his nuts first, breathe in the earthy, musky scent of him, so fucking glad that we’re not doing this for the first time right after a shower.

I only want the scent of Rian, the taste of Rian, and I get my first sample when my tongue slips out, lashing against his full balls.

“Oh fuck,” I say, then do it again, licking and sucking at his sac, and I already feel like I’m getting drunk off him. I make quick work of getting to his dick, tongue flicking along the base before I slide up his delicious shaft, not stopping until I get to the tip.

When I look up at him, Rian is staring down at me, an almost lightness to his eyes that I’ve never seen before. It’s there, though—the pleasure and openness, mixed with desire.

I give him what we both want, sucking his crown into my mouth, taking him deeper, bobbing on his lip-stretching cock, hands on his thighs, one of his in my hair.

Our eyes stay locked as I suck him, swallowing around him when he hits the back of my throat. I don’t know if it’s the situation, Rian, or if there’s something wrong with me that I never realized before, but this is the hottest moment of my life—outside, hard wood against my knees, sucking the dick of a man who I absolutely shouldn’t want but somehow do.

The hairs on his thigh are rough against my palm as I slide my hand up to his balls, playing with them, testing the weight of them as I enjoy the mouthwatering cock between my lips right now.

I’m throbbing harder and harder the more I suck him, my own orgasm teasing me. I’ve always enjoyed sucking dick, but doing it to this man, seeing the way his mouth drops open, his pupils nearly taking over the green of his irises, and the…care with which he looks at me, makes the pleasure more potent.

“Jesus, you’re killing me. You look so sexy on your knees for me, your mouth full of my cock. Why do I want you?” The question is asked softer than the rest of his words, filled with honest wonder.

I pull off his dick, kiss the tip, swirl my tongue around the head.

“I don’t know why I want you either,” I admit, giving his cock another gentle press of my lips, this one down the side. “But I do.” Another kiss on the other side. “Give me pleasure, Rian. If you’re going to kill me, you at least owe me that. Make me feel good before you do it.” Another kiss.

His nostrils flare, and then he’s rubbing his dick all over my face, the way he’d done with his fingers not long ago. I lick the parts of him I can reach, but it doesn’t last long, and Rian is pushing his cock into my mouth again.

“You deserve better than this, better than me, but I’ve never claimed to be a good man. If you want me, I’m going to fucking give myself to you, because lord help me, I crave you.”

When he pulls back, I don’t hold back from telling him exactly what I want. “Come on my face,” I say, the surprise seemingly making him pull back farther. “I want it. I like it. I want you to give it to me, Rian. Mark me. Make me feel like I belong to someone.” Because I never have, have I? Felt that way? Hell, maybe I never wanted it until this moment either. It might be because I realized now that I have no meaningful relationships in my life, that I’ve never really mattered to anyone outside of what I can do for them in the operating room, and in a strange, fucked-up way, this will make me feel like I’m Rian’s.

“Make yourself come too. I want to see you lose control,” he says firmly, his voice not leaving room for discussion, though it’s not as if I’m going to argue anyway. I open my pants and shove those and my underwear down.

The second I touch my dick, I nearly come right there, cock slick with precum, the ride rough without lube, but I’m too turned on to care.

“Fuck,” he says, then spits into his palm, takes his dick in hand, and strokes.

The muscles in his neck tighten, his face set in this blend of concentration and pleasure as he jerks himself off for me, as I do the same thing for him.

Rian really is a thing to behold—beautiful in the most masculine way—strong, intense, and in this moment, letting go in a way he looks like he desperately needs.

And I’m the one giving it to him.

“You want it?” he asks, working his cock desperately.

“Yes. Give it to me. I want your load,” I beg, and just that quickly, he shatters, crying out, biting into his bottom lip as the first spurt of his release lands on my cheek, another on my lip, then chin—his cum hot and thick, and when it drips into my mouth, I get to taste how delicious he is.

He shoots once more, landing partially on my nose and lip as my own orgasm rips out of me. It’s like every pleasure receptor in my body lights up, explodes with too many beautiful sensations to even focus. My cum lands on the porch, some on his bare foot and pants. I continue to work myself through my orgasm until my balls are wrung dry.

Rian rubs the tip of his cock against my cheek, wiping the head of his cock clean on my skin. “Look at you,” he says. “Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Christ, Abbott. Such a pretty little thing.”

I don’t answer, don’t have time, before he’s reaching out, rubbing his cum into my face. He feeds me some of it, and I take it eagerly, suck his fingers clean like this is my last meal, but most of it I wear…for him.

Actually, it’s for me too.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Rian

Abbott doesn’t rise right away. Is he trying to wrap his head around what we just did too? Does he regret it? I wouldn’t blame him if he did.