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“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes. Fuck.”

Trailing a finger down the center of his throat, I dip my head and kiss the thumping pulse in his neck. My hand slides down his chest and abs to wrap my fingers around his cock. It’s already wet, dripping with precum. I jerk him while I suck on his neck,picturing those little nail marks on his ass. I want to seemymarks on him, top to fucking bottom?—

“Easton,” he hisses, pulling my hair to stop me. “You crazy—” Pushing my head down, he guides my mouth to his chest, right next to his nipple. “If you’re gonna mark me, mark me here where no one will know.”

I grin.I’ll know.

Knowing I’d be stupid not to, I comply, licking and nipping and sucking on his skin, leaving several hickeys on the upper half of his body. Once I’m done, I straighten up and reach for his throat, admiring my handiwork as I give it a little squeeze. Just as he did last night, he holds on to my wrist and lets me have my wicked way with him.

“Oh shit. Oh fuck…”

I grab the rumpled sheet and shove it into his mouth, using it as a makeshift gag.

“Is it the angle?” I ask, and he nods wildly.

His legs shake as I move my hips back and forth in a circular motion, hitting some magic spot inside him that has him losing it. His back bows off the bed as he comes, his release dripping down my knuckles and pooling on his abs.

I changed my mind.Thisis the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

My eyes darken at the sight and feel of him, his tight hole clenching around my dick and making me follow him over the edge without warning. I bury my face in his neck to muffle my groan, my arms wrapped around his head, his hands squeezing my ass to hold me down on him.

I pull the sheet out of his mouth and palm his face, still slowly rocking into him as I kiss him. His heart beats hard and fast against mine, our bodies slippery with sweat and sticky with his cum.

Pulling out, I move down his body and lie on my stomach between his legs, pushing them up by the backs of his knees to watch my cum drip out of him.

“What are y?—”

Before he can finish, I lick it up and fuck it back into him with my tongue. The back of his head hits the mattress with a soft thud as he grabs the sheet and sticks it into his own mouth. My grin is downright sinful as I continue to drive him crazy with my tongue and fingers. When his hand hits the back of my head, his fingers digging into my scalp, I know he’s loving this as much as I am.

Pushing my luck, I suck a mark onto his ass, right next to his hole, and he bucks off the bed with a quiet yelp. Pulling me up by my hair, he wraps his legs around my waist and aims a glare at my face—or tries to. He’s not very good at pretending to be mad at me.

He must know what I’m thinking, because he narrows his eyes, his gaze dropping to my wet lips and chin. I don’t expect him to want to kiss me after I just licked my cum out of his ass, so it takes me by surprise when he grabs my face and pulls my mouth to his.

I grin. “You little freak.”

“Says the freak.” He grins back. “I had no idea.”

“Neither did I,” I admit.

Breaking the kiss, he pulls back. “Only for me?”

“Only you,” I reiterate.

His eyes flash with something I can’t put a name to, and I remember the way he looked at me last night when I asked if he’d ever had his heart broken, when he told me he dies a little on the inside every time he sees me with someone else.

“How do your insides feel now?”

He frowns, but then it hits him, and he shoves my face away with a laugh. “Fuck off.”

CHAPTER 20

EASTON

Easton

Do you even miss me? You send me those stupid drawings, so I know you think of me. Does being away from me not affect you at all?