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“How was that, baby?” I ask, my voice rough from taking him so deep.

Ryder lets out a shaky laugh, his head falling back against the couch. “Holy fuck, you could’ve been sucking my dick this entire time! You’ve been holding out on me!” he practically shouts. “But, yeah…that was more than good. Fuck, Loge. You’re so good at that. Best blow job I’ve ever had and I didn’t even come.”

I smirk, feeling pretty fucking pleased with myself for accomplishing exactly what I wanted to. If he’s praising me this much after only a couple of minutes with his cock in my mouth, I can’t wait to show him what else I can do. But first, I want to give him what he asked for.

I crawl onto his lap and line our dicks up, using the wetness from him to stroke us both at once. I make a mental note that we need a bottle of lube in the living room. Actually, every room. A minimum of one bottle per room to start.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his head tipping back immediately upon the contact. “Logan, that’s—oh, fuck.”

“Good?” I ask, leaning forward to grin against his neck.

“Yeah,” he rasps, his hips moving instinctively to match the rhythm I start. “Better than good. Jesus.”

The slick glide of our cocks together is almost too much mixed with the way Ryder is fucking my fist. I feel the way his body trembles against mine as a string of curses spills out of him, and it sets my pulse on fire.

I swipe my thumb over the leaking heads of our cocks, gathering the precum mixing between us and instead of using it as lube, I bring my thumb to my mouth and suck it slowlywhile his eyes are locked on mine. The taste of us together is intoxicating, and I can’t help but let out a moan.

Ryder’s eyes darken, and his breath hitches at the sight. His chest rises and falls like he can’t get enough air. “You’re—” he starts, but the words disappear into a groan.

I let my thumb slide free with a soft pop, licking my lips with a smirk. “You like that?” I rasp. “You look like you’re about to lose it.”

He lets out a strangled sound that I love hearing. “Logan,” he pants, his voice fraying at the edges. “I—fuck—I can’t?—”

“Come,” I growl, my strokes growing firmer, faster. I lean in, letting my breath ghost over his parted lips. “Don’t hold back. I want to see you fall apart, Ryder. Come, baby.”

His head falls back against the couch. “Fuck, so…close,” he gasps.

“Do it,” I demand. “Come for me. Show me how good it feels. How much you like watching me suck our cum from my fingers.”

That does it. He falls apart with a broken moan, his release spilling between us, and I don’t let up. I stroke him through it, watching his expression transform from tension to bliss. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and my own orgasm crashes into me. I bury my face in the crook of his neck and breathe him in. It’s all sweat, and sex, and Ryder.

For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of us catching our breath until Ryder lets out a soft laugh, wrapping his arms around me. He holds me close as he shifts us so his forehead rests against mine. “God, you’re so hot. How did I never notice before?”

I can’t help but smile, letting the moment settle between us as I brush my nose against his. “I can’t wait to show youwhat else we can do now that you’ve finally caught up.” Then I lean forward and press my lips to his.

When we finally break apart, I press a lingering kiss to his forehead. “We should probably clean up,” I murmur, feeling the cum cooling on our skin, though I make no effort to move. “But I kind of like us like this—sticky, spent, and completely wrecked on my couch.”

Ryder laughs again, and hearing that sound feels so right, especially after everything we’ve been carrying. “Ugh,” he groans dramatically. “Fine. Shower?”

I grin. “Together?”

He shoots me a look, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You know it,baby. Those are the rules, remember?”

My stomach flips. Goddamn. I know he’s emphasizing the word because I let it slip a time or five, but I need to check in with him.

“You like it when I call you that?”

“Yeah. I do, Lo,” he confirms and fuck, I really likethat. I can’t help but lean forward to kiss him again, low and lingering, just because Ifinallycan.

“Good,” I murmur, letting my lips brush against his jaw before nudging him toward the edge of the couch. “Now, come on. Before we end up doing this all over again.”

Ryder smirks. “And that would be a bad thing?”

I already know I’m never going to get enough of him.

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