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“I almost didn’t,” he admits. “Call, I mean. I talked to Ree and realized she and Tiana would be out. Part of me said I should just go home, but that’s not what I wanted, so I stopped and called you. I don’t… It’s not often I do what I want, go for what I want, but what we’ve been doing…”

I keep stroking myself but don’t take my eyes off him. He steps closer to the shower, watching me through the glass. “What do you want? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.” I’m not sure if there’s a damn thing I wouldn’t give Oakley, if there was a damn thing I wouldn’t have given him when we were sixteen years old, either.

“I want…I want to fuck you.”

My dick twitches in my hand. It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked—not since Kane. I’ve hooked up with other guys, fucked them, but I haven’t taken dick since then. I’m not sure why. I’ve always liked it. Not loved it, but liked it. I’d love to know what it’s like to be full of Oakley, though, to be the first man he ever fucks, because all of his firsts with guys have belonged to me.

“You can have my ass. I’d love to take that big fucking dick of yours. Why don’t you get naked? Go wait on the bed for me. I’ll be right there.”

“Okay.” He gives me a confident nod. “Don’t make me wait long.”

I chuckle. “Oh, I won’t. I promise you that.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Desmond

It doesn’t take me long to get cleaned up and ready for him, but by the time I’m walking into my bedroom, my dick has gone soft.

Oakley is lying on my bed, naked, with all his gorgeous brown skin on display. He’s got my lube sitting on the nightstand, a hand wrapped around his shaft, slowly stroking it. “Goddamn you’re fine,” I tell him.

“So are you. Come here.”

I do as he says, walking over. I bend close to him, bite his plump bottom lip, suck it into my mouth, then lick the spot where I nipped him.

Oakley moans. I push my tongue into his mouth, taste him, crawl onto the bed, devouring him like everything I’ve ever searched for can be found in his mouth.

He reaches up, runs his large hands up and down my back, grips my ass and squeezes my cheeks, then finds my hardening dick.

I thrust into his palm, skin tingling, ears buzzing, primed and ready for more.

“Get me hard with your mouth,” I say.

“Why don’t you make me?” The words are hardly out of his mouth before he’s trying to pull me and turn me so I’m beneath him. The two of us wrestle, both trying to pin the other to the mattress.

It only takes about two seconds for my dick to get to full mast, but I’m still determined to win this little pissing match between us, determined to see Oakley with my dick in his mouth before his goes in my ass.

I bite his pec, and he arches toward me, a needy, hungry sound pulling from his mouth, and then I grab his dick, stroking his thick length and turning him into putty in my hands.

“That’s it. See, I know how to win you over. I know how to get you to do what I want.”

I kneel beside his head, before pressing my cockhead against his lips.

“Fuck,” he says, all deep and gravelly, then licks my tip before sucking me into his mouth. Just like that, I get what I want, what we both want, and Oakley is bobbing on my dick, like he has something to prove.

I can’t stop the moan that escapes me as I pluck his nipples and watch him greedily suck me. There’s nothing sexier than Oakley Manning with my dick in his mouth, and I wonder how in the hell I made it to twenty-seven without knowing what that felt like.

I pull back and he grabs me, trying to get me between his lips again. “That’s enough for now. You can suck me again later if you want. I plan to come with your dick in my ass.”

“God. Fuck yes. I want that too.”

“You’re gonna have to get me ready first. You want my ass, you gotta earn it.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He slaps my left butt cheek. “Lie on your stomach.”

“Bossy motherfucker,” I reply, but I do exactly as he says. I’m ready and eager to see what Oakley’s going to do with my ass.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he says, rubbing both hands over my cheeks. He massages them, spreading them open, while he leans forward and kisses my nape. “I thought about you sometimes,” he says against my skin. “In the beginning. Right after. It always made me feel like the biggest piece of shit in the world. Ree didn’t deserve that. I cared about her, I swear I did, but I wondered what it would be like with you.”