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I can’t get enough, and from the quiet, needy sounds he’s making, he feels the same way.

He pulls back enough to whisper my name; his voice is soneedy, I can’t help but kiss him again because I can’t not kiss him. Especially not when he sounds like that.

When we break apart again, his eyes drop to my hard cock that looks like it’s ready to bust through the seams of my pants.

“Can I…?” Ryder asks, as he hooks his finger into one of my belt loops.

He doesn’t finish the sentence, but I know exactly what he’s asking—and I want it. I want anything he’s willing to give me.Anything.

“You can do whatever you want,” I rasp. “Anything.”

He unbuttons my pants and tugs them down my thighs, and I lift my hips to help as he climbs off my lap. His fingers brush against my skin, and it feels like I’m being electrocuted by a thousand tiny jellyfish in the best way. My cock springs free, stiff and already leaking, and I don’t miss the way his breath hitches when he sees it.

“Ryder,” I murmur.

“Yeah?”

“You’re perfect.” I reach for him, pulling him back down next to me, and cover his hand with mine. “Anything you do, I’ll like.”

He kisses me quickly, then pulls back, and I watch as his hand wraps around me, and his first stroke feels so perfect I can’t stop the grunt that slips out. His eyes widen slightly at that, his lips twitching into a smirk. He loves it when I’m vocal, and I don’t want to deprive him of anything he desires.

“You like that?” he checks.

“Yeah,” I confirm, breath shaky. “Told you—anything. It’s so fucking good having your hands on me, Ry.”

He licks his palm and goes back to stroking me, his grip firmer now as he finds a rhythm. His thumb occasionallyswipes over my slit through my precum, slicking me up like he already knows what I need.

“Ryder,” I groan, voice laced with want. “You’re driving me insane right now. It feels so good, baby. I love the way you touch me.”

His eyes find mine as I once again let the wordbabyfall from my lips, but all I see in his gaze is hunger. I need to get my hands on him before I lose it.

“Take your pants off,” I choke out.

He doesn’t hesitate. Just shoves them down in one hurried motion, revealing his hard, leaking cock, and I can’t stop the low groan that rumbles in my chest seeing him like this. He’s gorgeous—long and thick, flushed deep red, with precum already pearling at the tip and trimmed hairs at the base that I want to bury my face in. The curve of him is enough to make my mouth water, and I notice the way he twitches under my stare, like he’s both nervous and fully turned on.

I want to fall to my knees and praise him. Relish in how incredible it is that I get to have him like this.

“Guess I’m not the only one losing it,” he teases.

“It’s all your fault, baby,” I groan. “Seeing you like this feels like...fuck, I don’t even know, I can’t think straight.”

“Good,” he rasps. “Because I haven’t been thinking straight since the first time you touched me like this. In any sense of the word.”

I grin and reach for him, wrapping my hand around his shaft, and he sucks in a sharp breath at the contact.

“Can you stroke us together again? Please,” he begs, and I don’t hesitate.

“Fuck yes, but I don’t want to go to the bedroom to get the lube. I’m going to suck your cock for a minute, get you nice and wet. Okay, baby?”

Ryder’s eyes widen, and his mouth parts on a gasp, and I worry I just broke his brain. He stares at me for a moment before he finally manages a nod. Licking my lips, I grin at him and pull him into a kiss before dropping to my knees in front of him. I slide in between his thighs and lick the salty precum that’s waiting for me. He twitches against my tongue as I do, and it sends a surge of heat to my dick. I can’t help but reach down to stroke myself slowly, just the way I like, as I take him deeper into my mouth.

“Ohhh, Loge, that feels so good,” Ryder groans, as his fingers find my hair.

This is the first time I’m sucking his cock, and selfishly, I want to ruin him for anyone else. I want to be the best he’s ever had. I want every girl who’s had his dick in their mouth before me to pale in comparison. I want to be theonlyone he ever thinks about again.

I swirl my tongue around the head of Ry’s cock before sucking him into the back of my throat and swallowing around him. His hips buck slightly, pushing his dick even deeper into my throat and all I can think about is him fucking my face. The thought nearly pushes me over the edge, so I ease up on stroking myself, wanting to focus my full attention on him. Moving my hand to his balls instead, I cradle them before giving them a gentle tug, and he lets out a shuddering grunt, the sound only spurring me on. My lips wrap around him as I hollow my cheeks, letting my tongue glide along the inside of his velvety cock. I work him slowly, licking and sucking, letting him feel every movement until he’s slick and dripping wet with spit.

When I finally pull back, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, a small smirk tugging at my lips over howcompletely and beautifully wrecked he looks in his moment, panting like he ran a marathon.