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My hands find his ass, and I pull him closer. He grinds against me again, the friction building into tension that settles heavy in my balls. He works his fingers into my hair and pulls my head back, holding me still as he kisses me again.

We are lost in each other, the city view forgotten. I slide one hand between us, palming him through his shorts, and he ruts against me.

“Oskar. I need you so fucking much.”

The pace quickens, and as he humps my hand, his little grunts leave me feverish.

He gasps as I unbutton his shorts and slip my fingers inside. I wrap my hand around his cock and circle the tip with my thumb, spreading his precum over the head.

“Fuck,” he whispers against my mouth, then starts sucking my tongue.

This makes me crazy. I may have his dick in my hand, but I’m completely at his mercy. As he moves his hips frantically, scooting against my legs, I am afraid I will come in my shorts before I finish him off.

Trying to get things under control, I break the kiss. He pushes back in my lap enough for me to pull out his cock.

“Goddamn,” he cries when I squeeze him. “Come here.”

His mouth is hot as I slide my tongue back inside. He grips my shoulders, and when he digs his nails into my skin, I grunt into the kiss. He pulls away from my mouth, panting hard. The color in his cheeks deepens as I jerk him faster.

“Go ahead and come, baby. I want to see it.”

“But…” He looks into my eyes. “I need you inside me.”

“Do not worry, beautiful. You will come many times tonight.”

“A little faster,” he whispers, thrusting into my fist. “I’m really close.”

“Let go.” I use my commanding voice, the one he likes during sex. “Be a good boy and shoot your load for me.”

“Fuck!” he cries, coming in hot spurts across my hand, onto my stomach. He is twisting on my lap, and one of his shots hits the cushion beside us.

“That’s it,” I say, still stroking him. “Give it all to me, Kai.”

We are weightless, floating in pleasure. For a moment, we are one as surely as we will be when I fuck him later.

He is still shooting when heat pulses in my balls and rushes through me. Every drop of Kai’s cum flowing over my hand, every one of his cries, intensifies the pleasure. I am having one of my inside orgasms, the kind I get when I give someone so much satisfaction.

When he quiets, I let go of his cock and bring my hand to my mouth so I can taste him. He groans as I lick up his cum. When I have sucked it all off my fingers, he leans in for another kiss, humming as he takes charge of my mouth. It is very heady to taste your cum on another man’s tongue.

I break the kiss and say, “Get up.”

He shimmies off me, and when we are both standing, I take his hand and lead him down the hall.

CHAPTER TWELVE

KAI

We hardly sleep at all, and Oskar leaves right after breakfast. The dishes in the sink stop me when I start cleaning the kitchen. Two plates, two forks, and two mugs. Two of everything.

No one else ever eats here except Mom and some teammates. Now, Oskar has joined that club.

We had an amazing day and a night I’ll never forget. Sex with Oskar is always incredible, and sharing a bed was even better. Holding each other, laughing at stupid little things like how his foot looked paler than the white sheets. Falling asleep in his arms.

I don’t remember the last time I had as much fun with a guy as I’ve had with Oskar since we met.

Being with him is dangerous because he sees me. There’s plenty I haven’t told him, but it feels like he knows anyway. He seems to like what he sees.

If my life were different, Oskar might be exactly what I need. That’s what scares me so much.