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He nods again, more confident this time. “I want to. I just…” He exhales, his gaze dropping again. “I don’t know if I’ll be any good.”

I tilt his chin up so he has to look at me. “Baby, you could just breathe on me, and I’d probably come.”

That earns me a soft laugh, but it seems to be all the encouragement he needs.

“Switch spots with me,” he says, and I do.

I sit on the couch while he crawls between my legs and places his hands on my thighs. His palms are warm, and my breath catches as he leans in and presses a kiss to my hard tip, like I’d done for him. Then, he parts his lips and drags his tongue over the head of my cock, a slow, teasing swipe—testing it out. He’s understandably hesitant at first as his lips stretch around me, taking the head of my dick into his mouth, tongue flicking curiously along the underside of my cock.

I groan, my head falling back. “Jesus, Ryder…”

He hums in acknowledgement of my praise, the sound vibrating against me. He keeps me there for a moment, adjusting to the feel, before popping off. But then he looks up at me, wide-eyed, with spit trailing from his mouth to my cock, and fucking hell, I’m done for. I let out a little gasp at the sight. He smiles at that, lets out a breath, and takes me into his mouth—a little deeper this time—and sucks.

“Shit—Ryder—” My voice is shaky, and my hand flies to his hair, not to push or guide, just to hold on.

He pulls off enough to speak, his breath hot against my cooling skin. “Is that good?” he asks, his voice so soft, so fucking sweet, like he’s not currently destroying me with his mouth.

I let out a shuddering breath at the effect he has on me. “Yeah, baby. Too good. I’m not gonna last long.”

His blush deepens, but his lips curl into a small, almost proud smirk. And then he goes back down, hollowing his cheeks and taking me a little deeper. His tongue moves inslow, experimental strokes, each one making my stomach clench tighter. The tension builds fast—hot, desperate, and fucking impossible to stop because his mouth on my cock is my fantasy come true. I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m already right there.

“Ryder—I’m gonna come, pull off. I—fuck—” I barely have time to warn him before the pleasure snaps through me, white-hot and all-consuming.

But he doesn’t pull off.

He lets out a muffled sound as I spill into his mouth, his hands bracing against my thighs, but he takes it. All of it. Swallows every drop he can as I shake beneath him.

Finally, I collapse back against the couch, boneless and breathless. Completely done for.

Ryder pulls off with a soft, unsteady gasp, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes find mine. His cheeks are flushed, his lips red and swollen, and something about that look sends a fresh throb of heat through me, even though I just came harder than I ever have in my life.

I reach for him, pulling him up and cradling his face in both hands. “Jesus Christ, baby,” I rasp, pressing my forehead to his. “That mouth.”

“I take it that means I did okay?” He asks nervously.

I groan and kiss him—hard—tasting the mix of our releases between us. “You were perfect,” I murmur against his lips. “So fucking perfect.”

He melts into me, and I can’t stop myself from brushing his hair back, fingers combing through the soft strands as I tilt his chin. “How was your first experience?”

Ryder groans dramatically and drops his head onto my shoulder. “Logan, you can’t ask me for blowjob feedback like it’s a customer service survey.”

I huff out a laugh, dragging my hand down his back. “Fine, fine. But, I’m just saying, if I was filling one out? Five stars. Would recommend. Will absolutely be returning.”

“God, you’re so annoying,” he says, but he’s laughing, and it’s the best sound in the world. “But yeah, I liked it too. Would also return.”

I kiss him again, savoring this moment, and when we break apart, I hear him whisper, “I can’t believe this is real.”

19

LOGAN

I’ve never felt rage like this before.

For the first time in my life, I understand the urge to punch a hole through drywall, throw a glass at the wall, or to strangle the life out of someone.

I am fuckingfuming.

This is the most manipulative, disgusting, twisted thing you can do to another human. It’s a deliberate invasion of our privacy to take something so intimate and personal and use it against us. It takes a truly depraved person to do something like this.