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“Toys?”

A shake of his head this time as his massive chest rises and falls faster.

“Okay, so is my guess correct that you’ve had sex in the definition of everything but the actual act?”

The way Flinn looks down at me with lust-blown pupils, there’s so much goddamn yearning in his expression.

“Why is it you?” he breathes, then a ragged noise catches in his throat as I wrap my hand around the base of him. “Why does it feel right with you? I didn’t care before. My life was perfectly fine, and now you’re all I can think about.”

This time, one of his hands drifts to my head. It’s the last tether of my self-restraint, snapped in a blink by his fingers pushing into my hair.

“You don’t even wanna know …” As I sink forward, I take a moment to run my mouth over his balls, testing how sensitive he is. Flinn shudders a fraction, sucks in a sharp breath, but holds me there. Lavishing attention over his sac with my tongue reduces him to shallow breaths as he watches me so intently I can practically hear his racing heartbeat. When I finally slide my way up to take his cock into my mouth, we both let out a feral groan of pleasure. The salty tang of him explodes across my tastebuds and, Christ, he’s a fucking dream come true.

I swallow him down, sealing my lips around him and moaning loudly as he leaks all over my tongue. The way he responds, the shudders and shivers, the noises of desire he’s making, all of it fuels my own. My dick is bursting to get in on the action, to treat him right for the very first time.

All I want to do is show Flinn the kind of attention he deserves. Even if it doesn’t make any sense at all, considering our circumstances. With each time I take him deeper and sink further forward, my blood fucking sets alight. I want to keep him. I don’t want this to be a random thing. I want so much more of Flinn, and I can’t explain any of the reasons why.

He wasn’t wrong. It just feels right being with him.

“Oh god. Brad,” he gasps. Fingers curling tighter into my hair as the jerk of his hips takes over. “You gotta—you gotta slow down—unghhh.”

My smile tips up wickedly, with him buried in the back of my throat. The sensation that crumbles him so rapidly. A needy moan escapes his attempts at restraint, filling the quiet of my cabin. I fucking love that all I can hear is my heartbeat, the sloppy, slick noises I’m making around his thick cock, and his frantic sounds of getting close to the edge.

Pulling back for a moment, I hold his eyes. He looks goddamn wrecked already. The stark contrast of his nakedness to me still being fully clothed is dizzying. Me on my knees, his powerful figure standing over me, it’s enough to have me ready to fuck all night long.

I slide two fingers into my mouth, coating them in all that messy evidence of saliva and precum, then spit into my palm.

As I take his cock back into my mouth, I shove my hand beneath his legs. I force him to widen his stance for me and slide around to fondle his balls, to stroke the hot smooth skin of his taint, before pushing further to his ass.

Flinn watches me, transfixed, and it’s the best goddamn feeling in the world when I hear his response. A rough, desperate noise chokes out of him, somewhere between a plea and a gasp.

He’s so damn sexy.

I need lube to do this properly, but I let my saliva-coated fingers explore and tease and press. I’m gentle, coaxing, letting him get used to the feel of my hand there, while I keep sucking him. Hollowing my cheeks, I swirl my tongue, and at the same time rub my fingertip against his hole.

“Oh, fffffuck. Oh god.”

Flinn’s grip on my hair tightens. His cock throbs and the weight of him filling my mouth flips a switch in my synapses. Every sense becomes heightened, his musky scent, the weight of his heavy balls, the bump of my nose against his hair. The rhythm of working him echoes in my brain with one word.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I want this cowboy. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

“Brad—I’m gonna come—I’m gonna come—baby—” His words dissolve into a series of moans and a deep grunt of release. The way his ass clenches as I keep rubbing him, how powerfully his cock unloads all over my tongue, it all leaves me floating. I’m lightheaded and so goddamn horny I’m about to lose my mind.

Keeping the mouthful of him and relishing the sensation of his dick still twitching through his release, I pull off his tip. Climbing to my feet, I fall against his lips and feed him the taste of his cum. I push everything into his mouth as I slam our lips together and slide my tongue to tangle with his.

I’m groaning, nothing more than a pathetic, feral creature who needs him to know exactly how perfect he is. With my hands in the back of his hair, I keep our mouths sealed once more. And the way he swallows down everything I give him leaves my dick throbbing, trapped inside my pants.

“That’s how good you fucking taste.” I pull back, catching his bottom lip between my teeth. “That’s how goddamn perfect you are.” Walking him backward, we cross the threshold into my room and I tumble us both down onto the bed.

Kneeling over him, I fall forward onto my hands on either side of his head. With panting breaths, I take in the sight beneath me, him splayed out with hooded eyes and dilated pupils. I let another track of spit fall from my mouth, past his open lips, giving another glimpse of his cum mixed with my saliva.

“That’s how you should be adored every single day of your life.”

CHAPTER 14

“Say it again.” Brad sinks forward and growls against my lips.