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Jamie nods immediately, and my heart constricts. I must be insane to push him like this, but the things I crave are at war with my better judgment. So now I’m getting off the bed to dig in my duffel for the bottle of lube I keep in there.

His eyes follow the bottle when I sit back on the bed. He’s probably seconds away from saying, “Hang on, that’s just too gay for me.” So I lean down and take the tip of his erection in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he gasps, arching his back.

Once again I am socked with the certainty that I’m the world’s most manipulative bastard. But I’m trying to blow his mind, and I’m hoping that’s enough justification. I torture him with my tongue until he’s practically levitating off the bed.

“Lift this leg,” I whisper.

Drunk from my teasing, he hikes his knee without complaint, and I position him so I can reach his crease easily. I dribble some lube onto the fingers of one hand. Then I drop my head and take his cock in my mouth. When I start sucking, he gasps. But when I slide my fingers between his ass cheeks, he goes silent.

For a moment I don’t know what he’s thinking. I release his dick and place a kiss on its tip. “You okay?”

He takes a slow breath. “Yeah,” he says as I tease his hole. “It’s strange.”

“Can you take more?” If he says no, I’ll drop it.

“Okay.”

I apply some more lube and then penetrate him with the tip of my finger. “Relax for me, baby.”

He tries. So I reward him with some kisses right where he wants them. “Mmm,” he says. “ThatI like.”

I give him some more. Since I’ve weirded him out with the ass play, he’s not teetering on the edge anymore. I lean down, sucking and licking and just generally bringing out my A game. And at the same time, I’m working a finger slowly toward his prostate.

When I finally get there, everything changes.

“Ohfuckohfuck,” Jamie whispers, his thigh muscles trembling.

I rub his prostate again and give another good suck.

He moans, and I reach up with my free hand to cover his mouth. “Shh,” I remind him. “Don’t make me stop.”

He shakes my hand off his mouth. “It’s… You’re… My feet are tingling.”

That’s a good sign.

Smiling, I resume my wicked ministrations, my finger sliding inside him in time to the long, lazy strokes of my mouth. Jamie begins to shift his hips, thrusting into my mouth. And it’s not justhis dick he’s thrusting. It’s his ass, too. He’s bumping it toward me, seeking me out. Jesus. He’s trying to fuck my finger.

“You doing okay?” I murmur.

“More than okay.” His voice is a choked whisper.

He’s squeezed his eyes shut. A flush rises in his cheeks, his brow drawn together as if he’s in pain. But I know pain is the last thing he’s feeling right now. His dick grows impossibly hard in my mouth, and I groan when his ass bears down on my finger.

“Wes…” He breathes out my name, his thighs quivering as he lifts his hips again. “You’re making me crazy.”

That’s what I like to hear. His arousal surrounds us like a thick mist, pulsing in the air, in my cock. I slide the pad of my finger over his prostate again, and he croaks out a curse, and I’m loving it. “Has anyone ever told you before that you’re sexually adventurous?”

One eye opens. “All the time,” he mumbles, and I experience a jolt of jealousy, wondering which lucky girl helped him discover it. Jamie groans again. “Keep doing that. Please…don’t stop…”

This guy is under the impression that stopping is even anoption. I would, of course, if he asked me to, but as long as he’s begging for my mouth? For my finger? Nothing short of dying will stop me from giving it to him. I’ll give him every fucking part of myself, serve it to him like a feast at a banquet.

Jamie Canning has no idea the kind of power he has over me.

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JAMIE