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Because we did, didn’t we? I know what he’s saying. It’s not like he’s spent the last eleven years pining for me. Oak is the kind of man who would have given everything to Serena, but that doesn’t mean there were never times he thought about this, that once they made their decision to walk away, and then I moved to L.A., that we fell more easily into the connection we felt that one and only summer we had.

Each slide of his dick, in and out, shoots fiery pleasure up and down my spine. There’s a buzzing in my ears. My skin is hot and tingly, my hole stretching just right as Oakley hits my spot over and over again.

Oakley Manning is fucking me. This man, whom I never thought I would have, is in my bed, inside of me, just wanting nothing more than to make this good for me.

“You gonna make me come? Fuck me hard. Show me how much you want me.”

It’s like he’s a man possessed after that, giving it to me exactly the way I asked for it—hard and fast. Oakley reaches around, taking my dick in hand, stroking me as he fucks into me, showing me just how talented he is with his hands, with his dick, with his whole fucking body.

“I’m not gonna be able to get enough of this ass, Des. Gonna want your hole all the fucking time. I can’t get enough of seeing you come, making you come. Give it to me. Give me that load.”

His words hit all the right buttons inside of me. Hearing Oakley talk to me like that while feeling his dick deep, stroking my insides, and his hand sliding up and down my shaft is a trifecta of pleasure, making my back arch and my dick spasm. My balls tighten, my body exploding in pleasure from the inside out.

I shoot into his hand, onto the bed, push back on his dick, wanting that fat cock to still work me over as I shatter into the most intense pleasure.

“Shit, Des. Me too. Oh fuck. Your ass is squeezing the cum outta me.”

His movements are jerkier, dick twitching as Oakley comes, too, filling the condom with the load that I wish I had deep inside of me.

When he fucks both of us through our orgasms, I fall to the bed, Oakley coming down on top of me. We don’t speak at first, just catch our breath, bodies stuck together with sweat.

He quiets for a moment, and then he’s laughing, body vibrating against mine, and making me shake. I roll over, turning to face him, Oakley still cracking up over something I’m kept in the dark about.

“What the hell is so funny?” I ask, trying not to smile myself. I have to admit, having someone laugh after fucking me is new. I’m stuck between being offended and unable to escape the unfettered amusement rolling off him.

“I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I’m allowed to do that. I don’t know why I’m laughing. I just… Fuck, I feel good, Des. I’m happy.”

My heart softens, a quiet echo of his name repeating over and over in my head. No. Don’t do this, Des. Don’t fall for him. I can’t fucking fall for him. No good will come of it. I won’t get anything in return other than another broken heart that I keep to myself, that no one knows about, hiding away with the others.

“Good. I’m glad my ass makes you happy.”

“Your ass definitely does that, but annoyingly, it’s not just your ass. It’s you. I hate it.”

“Yeah, well, I hate that I like you too.” I kiss him. “I can understand why fucking me makes you so happy.”

“I’m sure you can.” Oakley nuzzles into my neck, nipping at my skin, licking it, then leaning up to press his lips against mine again.

I like this, like being here with him this way, sharing this moment with him.

“You hungry? I can make us something to eat, give you some time to recoup. Then, if you’re lucky, I’ll suck you off and let you empty your balls down my throat.”

He chuckles. “As great as that sounds, I have to go.”

A stab of disappointment punches through my gut. I shouldn’t care. It’s not supposed to matter. This is all Oakley and I are supposed to be doing. “No worries.” I roll over so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. My towel is there from earlier, so I grab it, wiping the drying cum off me. “We gonna meet up tomorrow?” We have been on Tuesdays.

“I don’t know if I can. Serena and I are going to be with Sanaa in the morning, and T has a game in the afternoon. I make sure to go to all of them when I can, since I have to miss a lot of stuff during the season. Sometimes we go out to eat as a family afterward, or everyone comes to our place.”

Our place. It is, in fact, their place. Again, I’m filled with misplaced disappointment I have no business feeling. Oakley doesn’t owe me anything. His daughter comes first. I want his daughter to come first for him. That’s the way it’s supposed to be, but there’s a part of me, one that I’m not proud of, that feels a pulse of jealousy vibrating through me. I think about him and Serena there together, cheering for their daughter, the world around them thinking they’re together—and who knows, maybe one day they will be together again.

I try to shake those thoughts from my head. My brain is playing tricks on me right now, and it’s pissing me off.

“Des?” Oakley asks.

“Hmm?” I stand and walk over to my dresser to get a pair of underwear out.

“We good?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t we be?” It’s a question I should be asking myself. I walk over to him, not wanting to ruin this, not wanting to let my getting unexplainably up in my feels ruin this evening for Oakley. He doesn’t deserve me getting all up in my head and souring his first time fucking a man. I lean down and press my lips to his. “You just make me so fucking horny. Making you come is all I can think about.”