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“What do you think?”

“Yes.”

“To? I need you to be very clear here.”

“All of it,” I confessed. “I want the care and attention. I want you and Sylvan. I want to stop carrying it all.” Emotion rose in my throat, everything too heavy for me to deal with. Not only my past but my present. How did I get here? How did I have two men who desired me? I would have loved one, but two seemed like a blessing I didn’t deserve.

“That’s all you needed to say.”

Then his lips were on mine, featherlight to let me know he was there and would move away if I wanted him to. I didn’t. I reached for the back of his neck to pull him closer, moaning into his mouth when he opened. He could care for me, but I needed to drive some of this too.

“Who’s in charge here?” Emeric chuckled against my lips.

“Me right now.” I wrapped an arm around him and spun us so his back pressed against the window. “Can anyone see in here?”

“No.”

“Good.”

Dropping to my knees, I pulled his shorts and boxer briefs down. His dick was in my mouth before he could utter a word of protest, not that I thought he would. One of his hands went to my hair, nails raking across my scalp, bringing my own dick to attention.

I quickly freed myself so I could take it in hand while I used the other to hold Emeric still, tasting everything he wanted to give me.

This wasn’t going to last long. I had way too much emotion coursing through me, too much everything after what he’d said. There was nothing else for me to do but act and feel. I had to get this out of me one way or another. Better to use orgasms to do so. There was no better way to bring me down a few notches. Hell, if Emeric enjoyed this, he was going to love it when I was amped up after doing an especially violent task for Jordan.

“God, Ollie, what the hell are you doing to me?”

Instead of responding, I glanced up, found his eyes hooded on me, and I winked. He chuckled, but it quickly turned into a tortured moan as I brought him into my mouth as far as I could take him.

My fist flew over my dick, my orgasm quickly rising. I had to get him off first, then I could come. Damn, did I want to get off.

“Yes,” he rasped as his hips started moving, pumping himself in and out of my mouth. I didn’t mind the help.

The more I moved my hand, the more I leaked. This was what I needed, something to take the edge off. Maybe then we could have a conversation about what this meant.

“Close,” he panted.

Seconds later, he shot down my throat. Ropes of cum for me to devour as I did my best not to gag as it spilled from the corners of my lips. Then I followed him over the edge, coating my hand and most likely his feet.

My brain stopped working, as I could do nothing more than ride the wave of pleasure while Emeric’s cum seeped from my mouth.

When he was spent, and I could finally catch my breath, I dropped my ass to the floor and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. That was unexpected, yet I didn’t regret a second of it.

Emeric leaned against the window, his shorts around his ankles, bare ass pressed to the glass. The most blissed-out smile formed on his lips.

“That good?” I asked.

“I can’t remember the last time I was so in the moment with someone that we simply gave in to what we wanted with no thought beforehand. It might not have ever happened. There was also no one I trusted enough to let go with.”

“You trust me then?”

“Don’t be coy.”

I grinned. “I got cum on your feet.”

“How about you lick it off?”

My eyebrows went up, but my body swayed toward him like I wanted to do exactly what he asked. No one had told me what to do in bed before. I was the one giving the demands. With Emeric, I could have a give-and-take. That need to take control but also to let it fall to someone else.