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“Fuck—”

I can’t remember how many days it’s been since we were together, but he doesn’t rush it. His hands on my hips hold me steady while his mouth does the job. He switches between taking me deep and pulling back and just sucking the head of my cock.

“Fox, fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”

He pulls off and wraps his fingers around the base of my cock, firmly, holding me on the edge until my whole body shudders and my breath comes in ragged gasps.

I stare down at him. His lips are puffy and red, his hair is wet and stuck to his forehead, and his eyes are darker than a new moon midnight.

“Not yet,” he says.

“Foster.”

“I want you to come inside me.”

My body is buzzing with so much need I can barely think straight.

“Shower or fuck?” I ask.

“Fuck. Definitely fuck.”

I reach past him and turn the water off.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

FOX

I follow Finn out of the bathroom, water still dripping from both of us onto the floor. I don’t care. We can clean it all up later.

When we get to the bedroom, he pulls me closer and then, with his hands flat on my chest, he shoves me onto the bed.

My back hits the mattress, and he’s already on me. His wet skin against my wet skin, his knees on either side of my hips, his weight settling over me. Fuck, I’ve missed this.

“Finn—”

He kisses me. Hard.

I take him by the hips and pull him closer until our cocks are aligned. He grinds down on me, and my breath catches. Then his mouth is on my throat, my jaw, then my mouth again. I get one hand into his wet hair and hold him there.

He rolls his hips again, slower this time, and I arch into it to get more of the beautiful friction.

“Fuck. Finn.”

“Shh.”

He moves down to kiss my chest, and I want to cry from losing the full weight of his body. I don’t even know how to process it as Finn licks a path down my sternum, my ribs, the soft dip below my navel. Finn has always been a calm, patient lover, but somehow, tonight, he’s managing to take his time and also show urgency.

He gets to my cock and takes me into his mouth without a single warning.

My hips lift off the mattress, and I have to grab the sheets on either side of me so I’m not tempted to put my hand in his hair and start fucking his mouth.

“Finn.”

He hums around me.

I try to hold on and breathe through it, but Finn’s mouth is warm and wet, and he knows exactly what to do to get me there. He hollows his cheeks, takes me deep until my cockhead touches his throat, and then comes back up slowly. He drags his tongue along the underside on the way back down, adding just the right amount of teeth to drive me wild.

“Finn, fuck, if you keep going like that, I’m going to come.”