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He leans forward to brush his lips over mine again. Thank fuck.

“Judging by the way you keep throbbing in my hand, I’m pretty sure you’re enjoying it, too.”

“Just…” This is nuts. I don’t know what to say. It’s insane and kinda overwhelming, but even though it’s too much, I’m also finding myself unable to settle on a good enough reason to put a halt to this. Wherever this is racing toward, apparently I’m far too interested in discovering our destination to do anything about it.

He clocks my hesitation, winking at me.

“You never hooked up with a guy before, cowboy?”

With an arched eyebrow, those green eyes of his transform, pupils blowing out as he looks down at my cock standing thick and erect between us.

“Umphfff. I—” Any attempt to reply is cut off as his fist closes around me and goddamn squeezes. My eyes roll back in my head and words vacate my mind. This time when he strokes me, his grip is tighter than before. It’s like he enjoys the fact I’m left panting, rendered unable to speak, with his closed palm tugging on me oh so fucking perfectly.

Hard. Fast. Ruthless.

Holy shit.

I can’t get enough of this warm, tingling sensation building low in my stomach. This heady blend of doing something so wanton—with a complete stranger, no less—is unlocking a side of me I didn’t know existed.

“Aw, you’re shy. That’s okay.” He nips my bottom lip again, leaving a delicious sting blooming beneath the pinch of his teeth.

Everything turns hot and frantic. My hips lift involuntarily, chasing his touch. That subtle reaction must do something to cinch the rope tight, to have him going all in, because he moves with swift precision. His hand wrapped around me only half a second ago is now shoving the front of my jeans a little lower.

“Never done this before, huh?” As he hums out ravenous, urgent words, my mystery guy drops to his knees.

Jesus. Fuck.

What is even happening? He can’t possibly be about to do this—cannot possibly want to do this?

My brain short-circuits. A thick haze crowds the edges of my vision. This all feels too good. I have nothing to offer up, except for a whole lot of overeager breathy noises and a stifled groan.

“Fuck, you’ve got a nice cock.” His exhale gusts over the head of my dick, and I lose the battle to stop myself from making a choked noise. Desperation and foolishness collide in the back of my throat and I want this so fucking bad.

He doesn’t give me enough time to catch up with the fucking game plan. Before I can register what’s happening, he sinks forward.

His hot, wet mouth is on me, and I goddamn moan.

I. Moan.

“Unghhh. Fffuckkk.” My head collides with a thud against the wall at the first soul-stealing sensation of him closing his lips around my crown. His tongue presses and explores, running along the underside, tracing the veins there, sucking me eagerly … Jesus.

I’ve never had someone want me this openly, with so much hunger in their energy. I’m torn between the urge to stay just like this, with my eyes scrunched closed while I savor each second his mouth is on me, and the urge to simply stare at him in awe, to watch him suck me and not miss a moment.

Part of me is terrified that if I take a peek at him, it’ll all be over. Like I’ll scare this dream guy away and he’ll vanish.

The other part of me is falling apart with the need to know what it looks like when he dips forward and, oh my god, when his tongue drags and swirls at the same time as he hollows his cheeks.

“Oh god. Holy fuck.” I gasp and the near-empty beer I’ve been clinging onto hits the carpet. My hands fly to his hair, sinking into the soft, unruly mess of curls. A move far too intimate, far too desirous for a dirty blow job while a party rages downstairs, but I’m galloping recklessly into the night.

He hums in response to me touching him for the first time. And that approving noise tumbles us into a place we can’t come back from. The muffled grunt he lets out as I tighten my hold on his head is everything.

I want that. I want more. I want him to take me deep.

God, I just fucking want.

Those noises he keeps making send the most intense vibrations shooting along me, straight down to land with a heavy thud in my balls.

As if he can read my mind, he grips my thighs harder. Holds onto me just as firmly as I’m grasping him … and lets me hit the back of his throat.