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I smirk, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh. “You’d be surprised what you can handle. Wanna find out?”

“Jesus,” he mutters, his cheeks flushing a deeper red. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Not a chance,” I say, grinning as I wrap my hand around him. “I’m going to make you feel alive. Give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

He gasps at the friction before I lean down to tease his tip with my tongue until he’s begging for my mouth again.

“Please,” he whines, and I give him what he needs. He gasps as I suck him to the back of my throat, and I love his reactions. Love how desperate he becomes, how needy he sounds, and I’m not ready for this to end anytime soon.

“Lo—oh, fuck—I’m not gonna last,” he pants. His whole body tenses, his thighs trembling under my hands as I slow the motion of my strokes.

“Don’t come until I tell you,” I say, pulling my mouth off him.

“Logan,” he gasps, his voice cracking. “I don’t think I can?—”

“You can,” I say firmly, my hand sliding up and down his hard-on. My thumb teases over the slick head, circling the sensitive ridge before easing back down, using my saliva as lube. “You’re gonna hold it for me,” I say before taking him back in my mouth.

Ryder nods frantically, his breaths coming fast and uneven. “Oh, fuck—” His hips thrust up again, and I press my a hand to his stomach to hold him in place. “Oh my god, Loge.”

I pull off, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock, letting my tongue flick over the slit, and he shudders. “I want you right here, hanging on for me.”

“Please,” he whimpers, his hands gripping the back of the couch. “I can’t?—”

“You can,” I murmur, letting my lips drag along the length of him, kissing and licking but avoiding giving him the friction he craves. “You’re doing so good for me, Ryder. I love seeing you like this.”

He whines, hips lifting off the couch again, his entire body begging for release even as he tries to hold back. “I’m trying—so hard, but I can’t—Loge, I’m so fucking close. Pleaseee.”

I wrap my hand around him again and stroke, keeping him on the edge without letting him fall. “I love hearing you beg,” I say, kissing the inside of his thigh. I tease him even more, leaning forward to suck his right ball into my mouth before moving to the left.

“I hate you,” he mutters weakly, but the broken moan that follows gives him away.

“No, you don’t,” I say, releasing him and sucking his shaft back into my mouth. I suck him slow and deep, my hand twisting at the base in a rhythm that’s driving him crazy. His cock twitches against my tongue, and his whole body is trembling as he tries to hold back. I want him to experience pure, euphoric bliss—to think of nothing else except how he feels right now.

I pull off, stroking him faster now, giving him what he needs. “Come for me, baby.”

And before I can even finish the sentence, his release starts spilling over my hand. I take him back into my mouth as fast as I can, and suck down every last drop, watching as his body shudders through his orgasm.

When he has nothing left to give, I pull off his cock, swallowing everything, then lick the stray cum off my hand as he watches. His chest is still heaving, his pupils blown wide as he stares at me like I’m something unreal.

“Fuck, Lo,” he rasps. “I’ve never—never come like thatin my entire life.” He lets out a shaky breath, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “That was—fuck—that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I don’t even have the words.”

I smirk at his reaction, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before leaning in and letting my lips graze his jaw.

“Good,” I murmur. “You were so perfect for me, baby. You don’t need to have words.”

His breathing begins to steady, and then his gaze drifts lower—settling on my still hard cock. His lips part slightly, tongue flicking out to wet them, and fuck if that doesn’t send a fresh wave of heat through me.

He hasn’t taken me in his mouth yet, but the thought is there. I can see it in the way his blush deepens, spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. When his eyes finally flick back up to mine, there’s a mix of nerves and curiosity swimming in them.

“What about you?” he asks softly.

“Do you want to try, baby? It won’t take me long—getting you there set me right on the edge.”

His throat bobs as he swallows, his fingers twitching like he’s still debating it. Then, slowly, he nods. “Yeah,” he murmurs, voice rough with something between nerves and anticipation. “I—I want to try.”

Fuck me.

My cock twitches at the thought of his lips around me, and I reach up to cup his cheek, running my thumb over the heat of his flushed skin. “You sure?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.