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The low noise that punched out of him made my dick wet.

“Again,” he breathed, as if too scared of admitting it out loud.

“You like that, princess?” I murmured through a smile, moving my mouth down to suck on a soft spot under his ear.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes.”

I grinned against his skin and continued to tease him until his little panting breaths made the small space warm around us. Bett’s fingertips pressed hard into my shoulders as if they were the only things keeping him from slinking slowly to the ground.

He turned his head until his lips were against my temple. “I want…” He stopped to suck in a breath when I lightly pressed my fingertip past the outside ring of muscle. “Fuck, Vaughn. I want…”

“Tell me what you want, babygirl.” Once again, I needed him to say it. It was pretty clear we both knew what he wanted, but I wasn’t about to give it to him without hearing him claim it.

“Fuck me.”

At first, I thought he was cursing. That it was too hard to say the words. But then he said it again.

“Want you to fuck me. Want to feel you in… me. But I…” He blew out a breath, his fingers twitching against my skin.

“Baby, I’m about two seconds from coming all over your stomach, just from hearing you say it,” I confessed, pulling my fingers away from his ass and moving my hands to his hips to slow this thing down. “Whatever you need, we’ll do it, okay? Condoms, prep, what?”

I pulled back and met his eyes. They were glassy and bright, half-lidded and pupil-dark. Fuck, he was stunning like this. He was gorgeous all the time, but like this? It was like a roundhouse kick to the side of the face.

“No, I… uh, already prepped? But…”

I didn’t hear the rest, honestly. The idea that I’d come back to our room, heard giggling, and assumed he had a hookup in the room when in reality, he’d prepped to have sex with me?

Fuck. Seriously, fuckkk.

Blood rushed to my face and roared in my ears. I’d never had this reaction to having sex with anyone. Not one single person had ever made me lose my mind like this.

I manhandled him to his bed, vaguely aware that it would be better to destroy his sheets since we always slept in mine.

As I crawled on top of him, I finally had enough brainpower to tune back in and ask him to repeat himself.

He swallowed. “Just, like… go easy. Okay? I’ve never done this before, and you’re…” He inhaled through his nose and pressed his lips together for a beat before finishing with a shaky voice. “You’re fucking huge.”

The urge to flip him over and rut into him like a wild fucking dog was temporarily eased by the realization that he was scared. I didn’t want him scared. Not for this, and not ever.

I brushed the messy locks back from his forehead. “Hey. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do, okay? And if I’m hurting you, you tell me, and we stop.”

I waited for him to nod before I continued. “And if you don’t like it, we stop. And if I go too fast, I slow down. And if⁠—”

“Jesus, stop talking and fuck me,” he grumbled. “I get it, you’re a gentleman. Whatever. Fuck.”

I grinned down at him, feeling the feral need wash back over me. “Not a gentleman. All I want to do is hold you down and rail you into this fucking mattress, Bett. But I need you to like it so you’ll want to do it again. Now, open your legs and let me see you.”

I moved down, pushed his knees up toward his chest, and leaned in.

Bett McNeely was giving himself to me. And I was going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.

He squirmed as I began with open-mouthed kisses to his inner thigh, nipping at the skin just to hear the noises he made in response. I moved closer and closer to his hole until his fingers were tight in my hair, and I knew he was too far gone to get weird about it.

The noise he made when my next kiss was directly on his most sensitive skin went straight to my dick, which was already past hard and beyond ready.

“You don’t need to… oh fuck. Oh, that’s fuck. Fucking… fuck. Vaughn. Fuck.”

I wanted to laugh, but rimming him was too fucking good to stop. Instead, I snorted warm air against his skin, relishing the sight of his balls drawing up in response. His body arched up, and his head dug into his pillow. “Fuck,” he whimpered again.