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“Hold on, sweetheart. I’ll get you there.”

He clenched around me, triggering the orgasm I could no longer control, as I groaned his name. My arms gripped him, pressing his chest against mine. The shiver as I filled him vibrated through me and prolonged my release as my hands roamed along his scorched skin. Even touching Neko pacified the monster living underneath the surface, always craving his closeness and the need for near constant contact.

My vision dimmed, yet I shook it back. I needed Neko to find his gratification.

“Love? Please,” he begged.

With slow, deliberate movements, I withdrew from Neko’s pliant body and laid him down on the bed. The flush still prevalent on his chest, the way his fists clenched and unclenched, and the desperation on his face all drove me to settle between his outstretched legs before I swallowed his cock down my throat.

“Shit, fuck, damn, fuck… damn!”

Although I wasn’t as talented as my man at blowjobs, I pushed myself down onto him and when the tip of his cock almost brushed the back of my throat; I gulped.

Without warning, his legs tightened around my shoulders as his hands clutched my hair, trying to pull me away. But there was no way I wouldn’t taste him this time.

“Graham!”

The splash at the back of my throat surprised me, and I groaned. I held him in place with my grip on his thighs as his orgasm caused his body to twitch. Soon, my throat constricted around his still pulsing and swollen cock, drawing out every bit of Neko and gulping it down, forgetting all about his jerky movements.

The knowledge I propelled Neko to the edge left me savoring his essence, which tasted tangy and sweet and surprisingly delectable.

His body sagged, and he whimpered when his dick became too sensitive. I pulled off in increments, preventing myself from flicking my tongue out to stimulate him once again, until he slipped from my mouth.

“I’m dead… right? No one could have survived that because you sucked my brains out through my dick and I need brain activity to survive. Yeah, your argument could be that I’m speaking now, which leads you to believe I’m a functioning human being, but there is where you’d be wrong. My legs don’t work, I’m pretty sure there will be no way to lift my arms, much less form coherent sentences when I stream later, and now I’m thinking I should have woken up even earlier. But none of that matters because I’ve ceased to exist.”

Without a word and a smile on my face, I climbed up next to him before I captured his lips in a breathless kiss.

“Okay, not dead. Good to know. But look at you, Mr. I’m a Fucking Sex God, at the ripe old age of thirty-four, sucking my dick like a pro. Because, fucking hell, love, even without the ingenious positions you fuck me in, having your mouth on me rivals, well, anything.”

“I love you, sweetheart.”

And with those words, Neko’s expression softened, and he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. He moved to my forehead, my cheek, and then nipped my earlobe, before burying his face against my neck, breathing me in.

Being the responsible one, I glanced at the clock, surprised to find the time nearing ten. With reluctance, I lifted Neko into my arms and carried him to the shower.

“I’m thinking full breakfast with eggs, bacon, those whole wheat and nut pancakes, hash browns, mangoes, and a gigantic cup of coffee before your stream.”

With a twinkle in his eyes, he reached behind him when I set him on his feet and started the shower. “And I’m thinking tonight, when the candy supply has run empty and everyone has gone home, I put on my special Halloween costume I picked out for you and give you a lap dance?”

If I said I remembered getting through the shower and cooking, I’d be a liar. Neko settled into devouring his breakfast, moaning about how I somehow made better pancakes than he did; an absolute lie, which I appreciated all the same. My cognition sharpened the moment he stopped at my side to give me a thorough kiss, before he disappeared upstairs to his studio.

The stream, according to the number of viewers on Neko’s channel, was a success. He’d introduced Hensley, first to his chat and then to six other streamers, all his online friends. They were playing a horror investigation game at the moment.

“Hey, G-Man!”

“Why if it isn’t Chaos and Mayhem, followed by Grumpy. E, you realize it’s two in the afternoon. Shouldn’t you be more awake?”

“Shut it. My date last night was a disaster. It turned out to be a good thing, because I met a guy at the restaurant’s bar where my date ditched me. We got talking, and… I like him.”

“Was that painful for you to admit?”

She slid into a seat and dropped her head on her arms on the island and groaned. “Yes, because he’s sweet and funny, sexy and well, his smile lights me up from the inside out, and now you see my problem?”

Neko and Echo, I’ve learned, are both huge believers in self-deprecation. I’d no clue where it’d come from, but in order to get through to them, I needed to apply a bit of tough love.

“No, because I don’t see you the same way you see yourself,” I said.

“What?”