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“I want you … Been going crazy without you.” I pull him to my mouth, grinding our leaking cocks together. Now, this is the perfect climb inside your skin, let’s merge souls type of contact I was so desperate for earlier.

“You already have me,” Brad mumbles against my lips, walking me backward until we reach his bedroom. “Gotta … get you … ready.”

His hand stays firmly planted over my hip, holding me in place. Those dreamy lips don’t ever leave my flesh, trailing along my jaw, biting my Adam’s apple, before roaming down my shoulder as he fumbles in the bedside drawer for lube.

The messy, rumpled sheets make my blood run hot. I’ve seen him rest his head there, watched him lie back with one arm behind his head in that very spot. His king bed is pushed close to the wall on one side, following the length of a big window overlooking snowy pastures beyond his cabin and the barn. A scene I’ve peeked at through a phone screen, but now being here in person, it truly drives home that this is Brad’s life. Those pristine acres of white powder glowing under the moonlight blind me with the reality that I never want to leave this place if I’m not with him.

“Put one knee on the corner of the bed.” He scrapes his teeth across my pec, gently catching my sensitive nipple to tease for a brief second. “Use the wall to hold yourself steady, baby.”

I do exactly as he asks, and a flash of my arm moving to place a flattened palm beside the window catches in a mirrored surface. Goosebumps race across my skin as I stare at myself: rock-hard erection jutting out, flushed cheeks, standing with one leg bent to rest on the edge of Brad’s bed.

Brad at my back, drizzling lube into his palm.

His eyes, glittering with want and need, meet mine in the reflection.

Oh, fuck.

He wants to screw me senseless in front of a mirror.

My throat dips, heart pumping faster than ever.

It’s only then that I realize I’m stark naked, but I’ve still got my glasses on. My fingers feel clumsy—so worked up and horny after almost blowing down his throat a moment ago—and I go to slide them off, ready to toss them aside.

Brad catches my wrist. That gaze of his drills into mine in the reflection, and the ravenous look on his face is enough to make me whimper.

“Nope.” He sucks my earlobe past his lips, continuing to melt me with every second of foreplay. “Leave ’em on, cowboy.”

Christ. I’m done for. All I can do is stare as he gets down on his knees and pushes his tongue against my hole. He swirls and pushes against that tight ring of muscle until I melt for him. It’s too much, not enough—I want everything all at once.

Brad adds his hand, beginning to fondle between my cheeks, rubbing lube up and down my seam, reaching under to stroke that hot, smooth patch of skin behind my balls before gliding back up to gently press at my hole. Over and over, his clever fingers work to unspool me until I’m damn near babbling.

“Watch me take care of you,” he instructs.

Of course, I obey.

I lose track of time, struggling to keep my eyes open when the pleasure hits so intensely I just want to tip my head back and cry out. Brad works me, easing into me gradually, all while murmuring the filthiest things about what he’s imagined doing to me since we’ve been apart.

I want you on your knees in the shower, being a good boy, swallowing my dick.

Would you let me fuck you into a puddle of cum on the floor at any time of day?

I need to lick you until your balls are tight, then sit on your face while you make a mess of yourself.

“Jesus. Ffffuck.” My breathing stalls as he works two fingers past the second knuckle.

Brad hums, nips my earlobe between his teeth. “Christ, you’re so tight. Remember to breathe for me, baby.”

“Please.” I’m beyond caring how goddamn needy I sound.

At my back, Brad shifts, easing his fingers away and replacing them with the plush head of his dick.

“Watch us together.” He kisses my neck. Easing the tip inside. Giving me the most incredible feeling of stretch and deliciousness, a fleeting moment of slight burn as I adjust to having him there again. “I want you to see everything, and see how much I goddamn need you.” Those demands of his are everything, spoken against my overheated skin, accompanied by kisses and the scratch of his stubble.

I do exactly that. I don’t just watch everything—I devour.

I fixate on the way his fingers sink into my hip and the sight of his fist reaching around to stroke me from root to tip. My gaze locks on the sides of his ass, flexing and indenting with each thrust. The sensation overwhelms me, submerges me in the deepest pool of bliss, as I chase his hand and back up against his thick cock pumping deep inside me.

I beg. I moan. I gasp for air.