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“Please.”

I folded his legs in half so his thighs were pressed to his chest as I slid the head of my cock inside of him, moving so slowly, stretching him, filling him, letting him feel every inch of me.

“You’re so hard.” He sucked in his breath.

“And you’re so hot,” I growled, pushing deeper, my hips snapping forward, plunging in to the hilt, needing to be fully sheathed.

His head was thrown back, eyes closed, and as I shifted my angle, driving forward, hammering inside of him, he begged me.

“No,” I said flatly, stopping, rolling over at the same time, bringing him with me, my hands digging into his thighs to keep his ass plastered to my groin, our new position impaling him on my shaft.

He gasped, hands on my chest, levering up only to sink back down seconds later. As he lifted again, I fisted his cock, milking it slowly as his inner walls rippled around me, the spasms of heat and pressure making me spear up into him even as he pushed down.

“Why did—why do that?”

“Because I should have left you up here,” I groaned hoarsely, having trouble speaking. “You’re so beautiful when you’re riding my cock, and I get to hold you in my hand and feel your heartbeat right here.”

“Oh,” he whimpered.

He felt so good and I needed him so badly. “Landry,” I whispered.

His head fell back as he gave in, his muscles clenching all at once as he came over my fingers, cum dribbling down over my wrist, coating my abdomen.

I pounded him from the bottom, fucking him though his climax as I reached mine, filling him up and making him pant with the sensation.

“I love you… God, I love you,” he told me.

I reached for him with my left hand, with the one not covered in spunk, and grabbed him hard around the back of the neck, wrenching him down so I could devour his mouth. He fell into the kiss, and it went on, our mouths mashed together, lips stretched almost painfully as he lay against me, semen pressed between us, sticky and slick.

When he finally lifted up off me, it was like glue coming apart, stretched thread-thin. I started laughing and he joined me, and then we were both gone, the relief, the joy, all of it mixed up together.

In the eventual silence, Landry sighed deeply. “I’m sorry about Benji.”

“Me too.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I won’t. Conrad says I won’t, and so does Gabe. I just gotta lay low for like a week.”

He nodded.

“So maybe we could go see your folks. What do you think?”

“Okay,” he agreed after a moment of thought.

“And if it’s bad, we’ll leave and just go get a hotel room on the strip and order room service and watch porn.”

He rolled his head to look at me, reaching out, hand over my heart, over the L for his name. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“Nothing to be sorry for; I knew you weren’t going anywhere,” I assured him, brushing the hair out of his eyes. “You threaten me, but you’d never fuck around on me.”

“No.”

“I know.” I smiled at him, my eyes fluttering, so tired I was barely conscious.

“I shouldn’t threaten you, though. It’s stupid.”

“It’s human,” I told him, admiring his cute little upturned nose and his long gold eyelashes even as I fought to stay awake.