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Movement between his legs grabbed my attention, and I angled my head until I could see how hard he was, his heavy cock bobbing between his strong thighs.

“Touch yourself for me, sweetheart,” I said.

He glanced up at me again as if looking for assurance. Permission.

“Go on,” I urged. “Don’t make yourself come yet. Just stroke it a little to take the edge off.”

He moved his hand to his dick, but his eyes stayed on mine as his tongue continued dancing around my cock until I groaned.

“Gonna make you come right after I shoot,” I promised, voice rough from need and the orgasm steaming straight for me. “Gonna come all over that pretty face if you don’t want to swallow it, okay? That’s okay.”

I was fighting to keep from shoving myself deep in his throat and filling his belly with my release the way I truly wanted to. Instead, I waited until the last minute and pulled out, using his saliva to shuttle my fist over my shaft as I heaved in a breath and hissed. “Fuck!”

He blinked wet eyelashes at me, all puffy-lipped and glassy-eyed. His cheeks were crimson and his chin shiny with spit. His hair stuck out in a messy halo from where I’d grabbed it with greedy fingers.

He was so fucking beautiful, all I could do was come with a shout.

Bett McNeely opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, placing his hands on the back of my thighs as if to keep me from pulling away from him.

As the white stripes landed on his cheek, tongue, and chest, my vision went spotty, and the oxygen was sucked completely out of the room.

I didn’t even wait, simply tackled him to the ground and spun him around, taking his rigid cock deep in my throat and sucking him as hard and fast as I could.

I wanted to punish him. Make his orgasm as life-fucking-altering as mine had been. Make him feel even a fraction of how devastating that blowjob had been.

“Vaughn!” he gasped, hands flailing and reaching for me until he got one on my bare ass cheek and the other around my thigh. His cries turned to whimpers and pleas until he was thrusting his hips into me and fucking deeper into my throat, the colorful ink on his hip flashing in my peripheral vision. “Can’t… fuck. Sorry, sorry!”

I quickly pulled off long enough to suck on my middle finger before returning to his cock. And when I reached behind his balls to run the pad of my wet finger over his hole, that was all she wrote.

The feral sound he made when he came was just what I needed to hear. I wanted to know I’d owned him. That I’d given him something no one else had ever given him before. That I’d wrecked him in the very best way—one he wouldn’t forget, no matter how hard he tried ghosting me after this.

Because if there was one thing I knew for sure, it was that Bett McNeely was going to sober up from his fuck-drunk and act like this had never happened. Like he’d never come down my throat or with my finger pressed against his hole.

And when he tried that bullshit on me, I was going to be ready. There was no way in hell he could hide his attraction to me after this.

Not when I was going to make it my life’s mission to remind him. If only so I could taste him and see him like this one more time.

The sound of his ragged intake of breath almost made me laugh. I turned back around until my head was near his.

“You okay?”

He blinked at me as if coming out of a trance. “Fuck.”

I went ahead and laughed. “Mmhm.”

“Shut up,” he said, but there was a sliver of a smile on his lips as he said it.

I wanted to stay right there and tease him, make him smile for real or even laugh, but I didn’t want to be the sucker left on the floor when he bolted. I stood up and stretched as languidly as possible, making sure to give him a show of my body to remind him that he hadn’t been with a woman tonight.

“You want a washcloth or something?” I asked, forcing myself to act like I could give a shit. I remembered the time we’d jerked ourselves off together and how prickly he’d been about the clean towel gesture.

I felt his eyes on my back as I turned to the sink.

“Uh, no. I… Maybe I’ll, uh, take another shower.”

I nodded but didn’t say anything. Instead, I busied myself brushing my teeth and washing up in the sink in our room while he pulled back on the basketball shorts and gathered his still-wet shower stuff.

As soon as he left the room, I blew out a breath.