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I find a condom and rip it open. He grips my bare ass while I sheath my length and lube up. I like most positions, but mainly doggy-style. So does he, but every now and then, we’ll do missionary. Like now. Mostly because it’s easier to look at eachother.

Achingly fucking slow, I push my erection intohim.

“Fuck,” he breathes. His hand tightens on my neck, lips parted, and he strokes his length once,twice.

I rock forward, the pressure and tightness out of this fucking world. I thrust in a hypnotic tempo, in, out. In, out.Deeper.

Deeper.

Our mouths meet, making out roughly, aggressively. The heady sensations flick my nerves. Sweat coats ourskin.

He breaks a kiss and grits down. Containing a moan that rumbles his throat. “Fuck,” he barely getsout.

I throb inside of him,fuck yes, and I arch deeper, our chests pushedtogether.

“Fuck, Maximoff,” he curses, mouth broken completely apart. He rakes his fingers down my back, and he clutches my ass in the strongest grip and bucks his hips. It drives my cock deeper into him. Practically fuckingme.

God.

My eyes almost roll. Nearing apeak.

Hot skin against hot skin, I quicken my pace. Harder, faster—I clasp his face. My ass flexes beneath his palm. He holds me just as strongly. Like he’s two seconds from riding me and finishing thejob.

JesusChristfuck.I rub his erection, timing my thrusts with my hand. One more hungry kiss later, I drive so fast and deep that we’re white-knuckling each other to hangon.

I’m blown to fragments, and he comes in my palm. Breathing heavily, I milk my climax. Slowly, slowly descending withhim.

14

MAXIMOFF HALE

“Hey,everyone. It’s morning here in Cleveland.” I hoist my phone, camera pointed at my face for an Instagram Live video. Janie films twice as many live videos as me, but I thought I should do one before the event. I smash a couple pillows against theheadboard.

I’m buck-ass naked, but I stay beneath the champagne comforter. Plus, my abs are barely inframe.

I slouch on the pillow mound. More comfortable. “My cousins and I are pumped to meet some fans today at the meet-and-greet,” I tell the viewers, “and we can’t thank you all enough for buying tickets. We sold out of today’s FanCon within thirty minutes. You all are amazing. Seriously, this is going to help a lot ofpeople.”

I was on the phone with the H.M.C. Philanthropies board this morning, and we all agreed to allocate the money raised to our College Merit programs and LGBTQ+initiatives.

I yawn into my bicep. “Someone have any hot tea?” I smile tiredly at the viewers. Then I glance at the hotel door, but Farrow hasn’t returned. He left about an hourago.

Hearts flutter nonstop on the right side of the Instagram Live video. Comments scroll fast, new ones pushing old out of view.94.4k viewersandcounting.

I catch a fewcomments:

I’ll give you tea inbed!!!

wait for me, boo

What kind oftea??????

DID YOU GET IN AFIGHT?!

I purposefully didn’t put on sunglasses. Bruises are in full black-and-blue glory under myeyes.

“Earl Grey tea,” I say and brush a hand through my disheveled hair. “Or green tea. I’m not thatpicky.”

WHATHAPPENED?!