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“I know,” he says. “I can change my mind. But I won’t. I want this, Des. I’m ready for you.”

I nod before kissing him again, slow, taking my time, savoring the taste of him and the feel of his hands tight on my hips. I suck in a sharp breath when he pulls back, wanting more of him.

“I’ll let you know when I’m ready,” Oakley tells me. I watch him walk away, grabbing his bag and disappearing upstairs.

I clean up our mess, wondering when I fell so hard for Oakley Manning again—or if I was always down bad for him, because being with him feels even better than being with Kane did. And losing him is going to be even harder on me than losing Kane was, too.

I’m so lost in thought that I don’t know if it’s ten minutes or an hour later when I get the text from him.

I’m ready for you, Des. Get up here and fuck me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Oakley

I’m not as nervous as I thought I would be, knowing I’m going to be fucked for the first time. That’s because it’s with Des, though. Hell, like I told him, he’s the only reason I want this so badly. He makes me want it because everything with him is so good, because I see what it does to him when I’m inside him, and not only do I want that, but I want to give it to him.

I sit naked on the bed, unsure what to do. I cleaned up and out to make sure I’m ready for him. Now my leg is bouncing, my heart beating a little faster than it should, but that’s the extent of my nerves.

I’ve been playing with my hole like crazy, preparing myself for him, soaking in the pleasure that I didn’t even know was possible before I did this for him, and it’s all been leading to this moment—me waiting for Des.

I don’t hear him come up the stairs, don’t hear him walk down the hallway, and then he’s there, slowly pushing the door open. His feet are bare, and he’s still wearing what he was wearing earlier, of course. I’m the only one with no clothes on, my dick soft and hanging between my legs from where I’m sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“Fuck, baby. You look so damn fine.”

A wave of shivers races down my spine. This is the third time he’s called me baby, each one making my body jittery, and I have to fight my lips not to pull them into a smile.

“So do you,” I say as he closes the door behind him. He takes a step toward me, then another, when I say, “Stop.”

He does automatically, no questions asked.

“Take off your shirt,” I tell him, and he bites his bottom lip in response.

“I can do that. You feeling a little like topping from the bottom?”

I shrug, unsure of exactly what I’m feeling but knowing I want him to do this for me right now.

“Okay. We’ll play it by ear.” Des takes off his shirt and drops it to the floor. He’s gorgeous, all that taut, beautiful brown skin wrapped over strong muscles and bone. Each one of his abs looks like it’s carved in stone, and even though I’ve tasted them before, I crave having the flavor of him on my tongue again.

“Now your pants.” Blood begins rushing toward my groin, my dick already beginning to harden. Des takes off his pants, leaving himself in just his red boxer briefs, his growing bulge looking fucking delicious. “Those too.” I nod toward his underwear. Des cocks a brow, but smoothly removes it, showing me how full and heavy his balls are, and his long, thick, pretty dick, which is the only one other than my own I’ve ever touched. “Fuuuuck.” I stroke my erection long and slow.

“You like what you see, Lockdown Mann?” he teases, using my media nickname. “You like seeing the dick that’s gonna be inside of you?”

“Yes,” I admit. “Now come here.”

Des walks over to me, full of confident swagger. He doesn’t stop until he’s standing between my spread legs. I reach around him, run my hands up his thighs to his ass, before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss on the tip of his dick.

“Jesus, Oak. You’re all up in my head,” he says, easing me backward on the bed. I change positions, so my head is on the pillows, Desmond following.

I’m all up in his head? What exactly does he mean by that?

“I’m gonna worship every inch of your body before I take your ass. That good with you, Mr. Top from the Bottom?” He smirks.

“Fucker,” I tease, then, “Yes. Whatever you want.” Right now I just want to feel whatever Des wants to give me. I want him to walk me through it, to make me feel good.

“Good.” He presses a quick kiss to my lips. Des kisses more than I thought he would. I don’t know why. We did a whole lot of kissing that night on the beach; I just thought maybe he did that because neither of us was ready for anything more, but now I think he just likes it. It’s just another way he has of making me feel good.

Des’s lips trail down my neck. He alternates kissing with licking, giving some of both before he sucks on my collarbone.