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I don’t hesitate to move my hand further down and wrap it around his erection. He’s thick and so hard it has my mouth watering and my dick aching.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “You’re so big.”

I stroke him once, from the base all the way to his leaking tip. His hips thrust up again, body trembling as I slide my hand back down and cup his balls gently.

I find his mouth; my hand still wrapped around him. Just holding him.

“Can I taste you?” I whisper against his lips.

“Fuck yes,” he hisses.

I smile as I toss the blankets back, then move down to tug his pants off. Excitement swirls in my chest, and I almost mistake itfor nerves. But there’s nothing to be nervous about here. This is Nash.

Through the dark, I can see the outline of his dick from the bit of light in the room; the moonlight coming in through the blinds.

I settle between his legs and lean down to drag my tongue up the length of him. I circle my tongue around the tip, then take him into my mouth and suck. He lets out this rumbling, husky groan that makes my dick throb.

Nash finds the back of my head, holding but not pushing. I taste him, let myself get used to having something so big in my mouth, and then I see how far I can take him. He’s big, and my jaw aches. He tastes of the soap he washed with in the shower earlier and a hint of something that’s just him. I go deeper and deeper, listening to the sounds he makes and the way he grasps my head gently but firmly.

“Carter, that feels so good.”

I take my time, enjoying the feel of him in my mouth and the way he shows me that it’s good without having to say it with words.

“Can I touch you? Please?” he asks. No, he begs. His voice has a lilt to it, almost a whine that has me dizzy.

I release him. “How do you want me?”

“However you’ll let me have you.”

I lift my shirt over my head and toss it away.

Nash sits up straight, reaching for my pants and tugging them down while he leans in to lick along my ribs and around my nipple. I moan, finding his head and holding on as he moves along to the other side, sucking and nipping at my skin.

His large hand wraps around my dick. I suck in a breath as my body heats from the inside out. It’s been so long since someone has touched me, since I’ve had any interest in even touching myself. But everything about this is perfect.

He strokes me slowly, more like he’s feeling me than it being for pleasure. His tongue moves upward, until he’s at my neck where he licks and sucks at the skin. Goosebumps erupt across my skin, my nipples peaking. I brace myself with my hands on his shoulders because now I’m the one who’s shaking.

“Lie down,” he whispers.

I do as he says, lying down right beside him. He gets up, takes my pants off the rest of the way, and now he’s hovered over me with his mouth on mine. I grab his hip, pulling him down on top of me so I can feel the weight of him, the size of him, how hard he is—while he kisses me passionately. I thrust up, needing friction, needing more of what I’m feeling right this second because it’s just been so damn long since I’ve felt like this and I want every bit of it I can get.

“Yes, keep doing that. Fuck, that feels so good,” I say, holding on to him tighter.

Nash groans as he grinds against me, our dicks mashed together between us. I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels in so he’ll go even harder. I want all of what he’s willing to give me.

“More. Harder,” I breathe out, scratching at his back.

Nash complies, doing exactly as I say.

“I’m close,” I tell him. “You’re going to make me come.”

He makes a growling sound and keeps up his movements.

“Fuck, Nash—”

“Come for me, Carter,” he whispers. “Let go.”

Stars burst behind my eyes as the orgasm hits, my body like lava as the pleasure rolls through every inch of me. Hot cum spills between us, over and over, going on for what feels like forever.