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I catch his mouth with mine, needing to taste him as I lose all semblance of control. Our kiss is a greedy mix of tongue and teeth, and I swallow every moan as I feed him ones of my own.

Touching his hole is tipping me over the edge. I play with his entrance, stroke his taint, and imagine that every time he sucks my fingers into his body, it’s my cock he’s doing it to.

My poor, trapped cock.

We’ve gone from zero to a hundred, and Barrett grunts with each thrust. His hips meet mine bruisingly, punishingly, and I’m so fucking turned on I don’t even know how I’m still standing.

Then he shudders against me, mouth breaking from mine as he chokes back a long groan.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, breathing hard as I fuck him through it with my finger. I don’t stop until he’s finished. Then he scrambles for my fly.

Barrett pulls out my cock, spits into his palm, and wraps his calloused hand around me. He jerks me hard and fast, rough and without rhythm, single-mindedly wanting to make me come, and I thrust to meet each stroke.

“I’m so close,” I tell him.

He immediately lifts his shirt, showing off his abs. “Time for you to get me all filthy too.”

Shit.

Fuck.

Damn.

The building high crashes into me. My dick throbs out my release, each spurt streaking his skin shiny and white in the darkness. My orgasm finally ends, and then we just stand there, panting, looking at the mess on his skin.

“That’s so hot,” I tell him.

Barrett grins at me. “Ever think I’d be wearing your cum?”

“Never. Not even five minutes ago.”

“Want another photo?”

Do I ever. I almost drop my phone in my hurry to pull it out and take the shot. I make sure to get his face in it; he’s looking down, dark eyelashes inky against his cheeks, lips bright red, and abs a sinful mess.

Then I tuck my phone away.

The nervous laughter we let out helps.

“Well, that’s twice now,” I point out.

“Yeah, but who’s keeping count?”

“Me.” Our eyes catch. “Even I can manage one plus one.”

With a real laugh, he strips off his shirt and wipes his abs clean. “I think I needed that.”

“I’m always here for what you need.” And yeah, I think we both know that I’m talking about sex. It’s complicated, and I’m scared, and I don’t even know what it would mean.

Apparently, Barrett feels the same. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Then we go back inside, finish off dinner, and the same as the first time, everything is normal.

Like he didn’t just make me explode.

Ignoring it the first time was the perfect move for us.

This time, it feels off.