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“Tell me you’ll let me watch you,” he says.

“Fuck yes.”

“I miss that.” He pulls his fingers out, then goes in with another. I think he’s up to three now, slowly working his way in deeper to stretch me for his cock.

“Anything you want, Adam. You know that.”

I feel the loss when he pulls out of me, but he rolls the condom on and shifts closer. With one hand on my hip, he guides his cock toward my hole. He pushes forward, barely inside me before he pulls back.

“Fuck, I need a second,” he says quickly.

I slide my hand up this thigh. “I’ll wait forever for you.”

He blinks, his eyes coming to mine. He looks as if he’s thinking about something, but then he blinks and it’s gone and he’s pressing forward again. This time, he doesn’t stop until he’s all the way inside me.

“This feels better than I remember,” he says, leaning over me so I feel his full weight. I wrap my arms around him as he starts to move, and we kiss slowly as he rocks into me. My dick is crushed between us, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. It’s my favorite way to get off with him. Full of his cock, hands free, just his body making me explode.

“I missed you,” he whispers. “I missed you so much, and I didn’t even realize.”

I find his neck, kissing and licking his salty skin. “I missed you too.”

“I’m close,” he warns.

“Me too.”

“I don’t want this to end,” he says, his words ending on a moan.

I hold him a little tighter. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His breathing picks up, his body trembling.

“Come with me,” he pleads, his voice a breathy moan. “Come with me, Emmet.”

“I will—I am,” I say, rocking my hips against him.

We come together, moaning against each other’s lips, me making a mess between us.

When he sits up, his dick slides out of me, but it’s his glistening stomach that has my attention. Adam drags a finger through it, gathering some on the tip of his finger, before holding it out to me. I turn feral in that moment, gripping his wrist and sucking his finger clean with a growl. Then I flip him onto his back and devour the rest that’s on his stomach. I scoop what’s on me and smear it on him, needing more of a reason to keep licking his skin. He moans the entire time, his hands in my hair, on my neck, scraping down my back, begging for me to keep going.

When I pull away, I take a deep breath, and realize his skin is red and the condom is still on his dick. That doesn’t make me calm down any. In fact, it only makes me more feral. I pull it off him and squeeze the contents onto his chest, then lick that up too.

“Holy fuck, that’s so hot,” Adam breathes out, his body flushed. He sits up, grabbing my jaw and shoving his tongue into my mouth.

We kiss for hours, naked and sweaty and full of saliva and cum, not able to get enough of each other. I’m not sure what makes us stop, but eventually we do, and we fall asleep.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Adam

It’s pitch black when I wake up, and there’s a heavy weight on top of me.

Emmet.

We fell asleep together after the hottest sexual experience I've ever had. Which is saying a lot because I thought that night in California was pretty damn hot.

We experimented a lot when we were younger, but damn, it was nothing like this. Emmet is the only man I’ve ever been with, so I don’t have a lot to go on, but sex with Leslie and I was always very vanilla. Almost transactional. We did it because we wanted kids—three, ideally.

All the years we were together, and all the times we had sex, we never used a condom and only ended up with two. I acceptedthat’s just what it was supposed to be. I mean, it’s not like we had sex every day or anything. Not even close. Weeks would go by without it, and sometimes it felt like a chore, especially when we were trying for Ian. We never had sex after him. For a while, I thought it was me because my libido was non-existent—I didn’t even want to jerk off. But she never complained either, and then our relationship went downhill in all aspects, and sex was the least of my concerns.