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I ’ve managed to mostly put the oven thing out of my mind by the time we settle down to watch a movie a few nights later.

I get comfy in one corner of the sofa as Errol comes over and puts a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

I’m expecting him to sit down next to me, but he catches me by surprise when he flops down and drops his head into my lap.

It startles me, making me jump a little. Errol looks embarrassed. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to —I wasn’t trying to drop a hint about wanting to suck your dick again.”

“You weren’t?” I say, making a face of mock disappointment.

He grins. “Nope. If I want to suck your dick again, I’ll just come out and ask.”

I snicker. “Fair enough.” Hopefully he’ll ask soon. I guess I could always ask him . The thought feels like a novelty. I turn it over in my mind as I absently run my fingers through Errol’s hair.

He lets out a purr of appreciation. “You’re gonna put me to sleep if you keep doing that,” he murmurs.

“You start snoring, I’m tickling you.” I found out back in high school that Errol has a practically feral aversion to tickling.

“Try it and I will take you out,” he warns.

“ Pfft . Really? You think you could take me?” It’s funny because of course he could.

A smirk flashes across his face. “Try me, Stud.”

I hold a hand out above his belly and flutter my fingers. Errol flinches, throwing an arm over his torso in a defensive posture. His eyes are glittering. “Don’t you dare.”

So, of course I do. Errol swings himself upright and grapples with me, swiftly gaining the upper hand and pulling both of us onto the floor. He grins down at me pinned beneath him. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is tousled and his eyes are bright.

His smirk returns. Before I can ask what’s so funny, he leans over my face, shocking me when he licks up the length of my cheek.

“Hey!” I squirm underneath Errol as he snickers. “What the hell was that for?”

“You’re mine,” he says saucily.

“What?” I frown, which makes him start laughing.

“I licked you. So you’re mine.”

At that moment, the energy between us shifts. There’s a tension, a crackling electricity in the air between us that hints at the promise of something more.

Even though we sucked each other off the other day, I don’t know how to verbalize this. I haven’t acquired the vocabulary —or the guts —to just ask. But Errol has.

He hops off me and holds out a hand to pull me to my feet.

“Would you ever want to… explore any further? I don’t want to push you before you’re ready —or if you’re ready.

But, um, I’d really like to have sex with you.

” I frown and he adds hurriedly, “No pressure — I promise! I know this is all new for you and I don’t want you to feel weird. ”

I let out a nervous laugh. “Um, think you’d be comfy watching that movie on my tablet in my bed?”

His grin couldn’t be any wider. “I sure do.”

T he movie isn’t as good as the trailer, which is a perfectly good explanation for why Errol and I are naked all of fifteen minutes later.

“C’mere.” He scoots close enough that he can wrap his hand around both of our dicks. When he drips lube over them, I can’t hold back a moan at how unexpectedly hot it is to see our two slicked-up cocks rubbing together.

I’d never worried about my dick size too much before, but insecurity has been gnawing at me lately.

And by lately, I mean ever since I walked in on Eliza getting plowed by that douchebag Tyler.

Her begging him to fuck her with his big dick is still an echo in the back of my mind that won’t go away.

Maybe she was just saying that to stroke his ego.

But still — she never said those words to me .

Even if I didn’t have the benefit of a side-by-side comparison and the not-at-all-distant memory of my lips stretching around his swollen cockhead, it would be impossible not to notice that Errol’s dick is definitely bigger than mine.

So I’m bracing myself for a wave of shame or resentment at the sight of our cocks together like this. But there isn’t any of that.

“Fuck, that looks good,” I murmur. Between the warmth of Errol’s hand and the heat of his dick pressed up against mine, I’m trying not to lose control and blow my load right here and now, because that would be mortifying.

He’s been watching his hand fisting our cocks, but he glances at my face. “Yeah? Do you like this?”

“Hell yeah.” I don’t have any more words. I’m literally dumbstruck at the sight, reduced to just staring and feeling my cock swell in his hand. “Fuck,” I mutter. “Feels good, too.”

He grins. “Just good?” he says in a flirtatious tone. “Then you should tell me what I need to do to make you feel amazing.”

Holy shit —this could really happen.

“I want to fuck you,” I whisper. If you’d have asked me even a couple of months ago, I’d have been a thousand percent certain that those were words I’d never say in a million years to any guy — and especially not to Errol.

But right now, I’m also just as certain that I’ve never in my life wanted anything as badly as I want this.

“Oh, uh — there was something I wanted to get out of the way first,” Errol says. I’m puzzled when I see his cheeks go pink.

“What do you mean? About what?”

“I was really, really hoping things would happen between us. I haven’t hooked up with anybody in months, but just to be sure, I went and got tested. It’s all negative.”

“Oh. Uh, thanks. Think I mentioned before, after I found out about Eliza cheating, Iwanted to make sure she wasn’t leaving me with a damn souvenir. I got checked and I’m all-clear.”

Errol catches his lower lip between his teeth. “Good. Because I want so badly to feel you inside of me without anything in the way. I want your cock to explode when you’re inside of me so I can feel you filling me up.” His shy smile is a hilarious contrast to his raunchy request.

“Is that so?” I arch an eyebrow as I catch him around the waist. Errol gives me a little frown I can’t read that turns into a chuckle. My insecurity rears up. “What?”

“Nothing bad, Stud.” He leans his head on my shoulder. “Just wondering something. Have you ever had anal before?”

My relief bubbles out as a laugh. “ Oh . Yeah, I have. With Eliza a couple of times and with another girl once. So I know… the important stuff, I guess. Like, about lube and all.” Jesus Christ, Ran — shut the everloving fuck up, already.

My distraction has made my dick deflate a little. Errol wraps his hand around it, squeezing the base and stroking slowly up the shaft. When he meets my gaze, his eyes are hooded with lust.

I’ve never had anybody look at me with such unbridled hunger. It makes me weirdlyself-conscious. I drop my eyes down, watching Errol stroke me.

“That feels amazing,” I say. I can tell how much he wants this because even though he’s not touching himself anymore, his dick is still rock-hard. As I watch, a bead of precum grows at his slit.

I reach down and tentatively swipe my thumb over it. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Errol mutters as he watches me suck my thumb clean. He runs his tongue over his lower lip. “I really want you inside of me.”

He takes my hand and wraps it around my cock, replacing his, as he gets on his back with his knees up and spread wide apart.

“Good like this?” he asks. I nod and position myself between his legs.

Holding the bottle of lube, he quickly drips some onto his fingers and reaches down between his legs.

I watch in fascination as first one, then two of his fingers disappear inside of him.

He exhales a low moan. There’s already a slick of precum on his lower belly.

I let go of my cock so I can run two fingers through it and nudge his hand out of the way.

I play them around his hole, mixing precum and lube as I finger him, trying to block out the nervous energy buzzing through me.

After a minute or two, Errol rocks his hips up and lets out a needy whine.

“ Please , Ran. Don’t make me wait anymore.”

I move closer to him until our bodies are touching and reach for my cock. And that’s when I realize I’ve gone soft. My dick just sits in my hand like an unblown-up balloon; my face blazes hot.

“I’m sorry, I don’t —oh my God, this never happens. It’s not you. I swear, it’s not you. I do want this — want you. I’m sorry, I —” I’m babbling like an idiot until Errol abruptly swings himself upright. He pulls me against him and shuts me up with a surprisingly fierce kiss.

“It’s OK. Really. We don’t have to do this,” he says after he lets me go.

I can tell Errol likes it when I tell him what to do. But I’m also wildly grateful that he just somehow senses when I need him to step in and be in charge. Like in this awful moment of God-let-the-bed-just-swallow-me embarrassment.

“I want to! Honest-to-God. It’s not you —I swear. Just give me a minute.” As I’m speaking, I’m working on my dick, but it’s stubbornly refusing to play along. I bring the hand that’s not slicked with lube to my face and groan into it.

But when Errol takes ahold of my wrist, I let him lower my hand.

Not like I can hide anythingfrom him. There’s a little frown pinching his brows together.

Uh-oh . My heartbeat quickens a little. Did I piss him off?

Offend him? Does he think I’m limp as fucking spaghetti right now because I’m not into him? Goddammit .

Errol interrupts my spiraling thoughts. “Maybe you need closure.”

“What?” Of all of the things I thought he might say, this wasn’t on the list. “I’m confused.”

“You know, from getting screwed over by your ex like that.”

I huff out a sigh of frustration. “I thought I had closure. I thought selling the company out from under her and hoping she’d be made redundant would be enough.”

“Yeah, but that was just about the professional part of it. Not the personal betrayal.”

It’s my turn to frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”