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I needed him.

“So, I…” I trailed off, trying to find the right words that didn’t sound like a clueless child. “That would make me a bottom? Like full-time?”

“If that’s okay with you,” he said softly, his hand going too slack on my back. “It’s a lot–you’re reacting normally, Ash… You were right to assume I'd switch, but I don’t, so now you need to decide if you can live with that.”

Something very unpleasant settled in my chest at his ease.

“Should probably try it before I decide,” I mumbled, nudging my head at his bed.

“You should,” he hummed, kissing my cheek.

It was bugging me.

He was so unbothered that this might be an end for us. I mean, I knew it wasn't.

If I hated this, I would just make myself okay with only his life-altering blowjobs to keep me satisfied forever–that was fine by me.

Still, he didn’t even care?

Wasn’t he even slightly worried about me not liking this?

“Hey, if I like this,” I started, pausing my step closer to his bed with his full attention on me again. “Does that make me gayer than you?” I smirked, making him snicker to himself.

“Sure, baby.”

Chapter 17

Ash

I was already worked up–breathing too fast, skin buzzing, head so far from on straight it was laughable. I was a whining, moaning mess, and that was just from his mouth.

Thayer stopped again, pulling his head away right before I fell–only this time, he hovered over me.

He’d been hard at work, guiding me to the edge, just to shove me back at the last second for what felt like hours now.

And I was nearing my limit.

My throat hurt from crying out every time he stopped, and I could feel the stiffness in my cheeks from dried tears, but Thayer kissed them tenderly…and I was good again.

I had him back on top of me–crowding me–comforting me–and I was good again.

“You did so good, baby,” he grumbled, kissing across my jaw slowly, warm flashes of softness. “I know it's hard to talk, so I’m going to give you two options. Left hand is option one, right hand is option two.”

“Okay,” I mumbled, still digging the nails of both hands into his sides to keep him there.

“Okay,” he hummed, kissing my forehead nice and slow–relaxing and comforting. “Option one will feel better for you, but you’ll be on your hands and knees–”

My right hand tapping on his side cut him off, making him laugh a little to himself.

I had zero interest in not having him this close to me for the foreseeable future, so whatever option two was, it won.

At the very least, this proved I was still conscious in here, even if my decision-making was a little loopy…

Thayer kissed me again, only this one was slow and deep, trailing down my chin and jaw to my neck. I was so bent up inside that, honestly, a little more of this sweaty body pressure he was giving me would push me over.

I was rigged to pop like a balloon right now…

The fear that had been there last night when I felt his finger probing me didn't exist today. In fact, I'd had–I think–three of his fingers in me today, and all it did was get me right to the edge before he took them all back.