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“Oh god,” he whispered reverently as I relaxed and let him in, heat spreading through my groin as he pushed just barely inside. “Oh my god,” he whispered again. “Graham, it’s so…so…”

“I know.” I bit back a groan as he pulled out, gripped his cock, and then inched gingerly past my sphincter again. Just the tip. No fucking way that was gonna last, though. Now I wanted the whole thing.

“Jeeeeeesus.” Ryan’s head drooped, his shoulders trembled, and, as a reward for his very dedicated commitment to my request, I squeezed around him until he gasped out again, and one hand flew to my thigh, gripping it.

“Gonna come?”

“I want to. So fucking bad. But…” His lashes fell to half mast, a blissful slackness parting his lips as he rocked in teeny tiny increments inside me. It was ecstasy. It was torture. I never wanted it to end. Ryan gazed up at me. “I want you to, also.”

“I’m definitely,definite-nnnn.”I lost the rest when Ryan dropped down to his forearms, one hand lowering to steer his dick shallowly in and out of me. I liked having him closer like that, where his arousal and need was right fucking there, mingling with mine. Each minute thrust was like a full-body riptide of pleasure dragging me deeper. He bowed his head and licked my nipples, sucked the barbell in my right one into his mouth and bit the skin behind it, making me cry out, and then he was kissing up the side of my neck, flicking his tongue against my earlobe.

“What was it you said earlier, about my dick deep inside you?” he rumbled, smearing another scorching kiss up my throat.

“Did I say that?” I tried for nonchalance, but the groan I let out when he slid deeper inside me was a dead giveaway. In the whole history of mankind, I doubted any red-blooded human had ever managed to stick to their guns where tipping was involved. Looked like I wasn’t gonna be any different. Ryan’s body on top of me felt too fucking good, and I desperately needed more than just his thick crown pumping in and out of me.

“I think you want it.” Ryan sucked my lower lip between his teeth and let it go with a soft suck. “Do you want it?”

“I wanted it that night in my bed,” I admitted. He hitched my leg up, and my eyes fluttered shut as he eased deeper inside me with a long exhale. “Oh fuck, that’s good.Harder.” I lifted my hips, and stars exploded behind my eyelids as Ryan nailed my prostate. He took my resulting shout as encouragement and slammed into me again, and I forgot that I’d been about to bitch at him for how he’d acted the next morning, forgot that I was gonna try to tease out these moments a little longer, forgot my name, really. All I could do was claw at Ryan as he gave me the best railing I’d ever gotten in my life. Never mind that it was the only one I’d received. It was momentous, historical, fucking euphoric. Our limbs twined, our bodies moved together in a sweat slick fusion of heat and skin, and my blood-oxygen levels probably dropped dangerously due to the amount of panting coming from me.

Ryan trailed his fingers over my balls, and the second he touched my shaft, I came all over him and my stomach, whimpering through waves of pleasure that made me clench and release around him. He followed moments later, pulling out and wrapping a slick hand around his cock, then jerking it against my hole until I felt the hot spatter of his jizz sliding between my thighs.

“Jesus fuck,” Ryan moaned as he rolled onto his back and starfished himself on my bed. I turned on my side once I’d collected myself and eyed him cautiously, studying him for any sign of regret, but he threw a hand over his eyes as he caught his breath, and I couldn’t read his expression.

“So, debt satisfied then?” he asked a second later, and my heart sank a little.

“Yeah, definitely. Good job.” I tried to keep my tone light, but Ryan pulled his arm away from his eyes and studied me the same way I’d studied him seconds before.

“It felt good, right? Like, I really did a good job? You’re not just blowing smoke?”

I blinked in surprise at the vulnerability in his voice. “No, it was great. Truly.” Literally one of the best hookups I’d ever had, but I stopped short of letting him know that.

“Okay.” Ryan’s gaze moved to the ceiling, and he fiddled absently with the bedspread. “I wanted it to feel good for you because…because…” He pressed his lips together, then huffed out a frustrated breath. “I just wanted it to be good for you.”

I trailed a soft caress over his flank and gave in. “It was the best thing I’ve felt. Ever.”

“Really?” Ryan’s eyes lit up, clearly pleased, and he grinned as our gazes locked until something over my shoulder caught his attention.

He bolted upright suddenly. “Fuck, I’m like an hour late for work. Shit!” Leaning over the side of the bed, he fished around the floor, returning with his pants and Gino’s tee, which he tugged on hastily as I watched, my stomach sinking further.

I told myself I couldn’t be mad, though. Ryan had definitely satisfied his end of the bargain, and he wasn’t acting like a dick. Maybe we could actually get along for the rest of the summer. Maybe we could—I blinked as my vision went blurry, and Ryan’s lips pressed against mine.

After a moment, I wrapped my arms around him, fingertips gliding over his damp skin, tongue tangling with his.

When he broke the kiss, it was with another one of those crooked smiles. “Could I get you to write more papers for me, do you think?”

“We just graduated, dumbass.” I might’ve saiddumbasswith a little more affection than usual. Just a tiny bit. Like, just the very tip of affection.

Ryan shrugged happily, undeterred. “Okay,dumbass,how about if, umm…if you drop me off at work, and then I’ll owe you big?” His smile gleamed as he looked down at me.

I narrowed my eyes speculatively. All for show at this point. “How big?”

“I think you have a pretty good idea of that now, don’t you?” He cocked his head. “Actually, I can think of a lot of things I might need your help with that I’d be happy to pay you back for. In any way you wanted.”

That sounded incredibly promising. I slung one arm behind my head. “This could go on all summer, you realize, if you rack up a huge debt.”

“I like huge debts.” Ryan leaned forward, smeared another messy kiss over my jaw, and then leaped from the bed.

“Good thing you’re not planning on going into finance.”

He chuckled. “Get dressed. I’ll be waiting in the car.”

Once he vanished down the hallway, I took a half a minute to sprawl, inhale deeply, and let the internal riot of joy run freely through me. Fuck senior year. Summer was suddenly sounding ten times more fun.

Finally, I slid from the end of the bed, shook out my wobbly legs, and dressed. The loud blare of Ryan laying on the horn chased me out the door toward the car, and I rushed down the front walk. I flipped him off with a big, stupid grin on my face, then opened the driver’s side door.

“What the hell took you so long?” Ryan tried to approximate a scathing tone as I slid inside, but he failed miserably.

“Had to get my hair just right,” I teased, then put the car into gear. “Hope you’re not working too late tonight. I’m already getting ideas for how you can work this ride off.”

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