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I slide my fingers back in, curling at the perfect angle, and her sass crumples beneath me. “G-gold st—fuck, Chase —”

I groan into her, dragging my mouth up her thigh.

“Say that again, sweetheart.”

She shakes her head, laughing breathlessly. “Shut up. ”

Her voice only makes me harder. Growling low in my throat, I suck her clit into my mouth like it’s mine. Because it is. Every inch of her is mine, and she’s gonna feel it.

“ Shit, ” she cries, head dropping back. “You don’t stop, do you?”

“Nope,” I rumble. “I’ll stop when you’re limp and soaked through the fucking mattress.”

She laughs, but it turns into a moan, her thighs starting to quake again.

“You like this?” I rasp, sucking her harder. “Like being my favorite meal?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “God, yes— more —”

I drag my hand up her stomach, palm flat and hot, and hold her down as her hips writhe against my face. “Then fucking take it.”

She’s loud now, no attempt to muffle it as I work my hand, moaning my name like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded.

“You’re so good for me, Zo. My perfect fucking girl.”

Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and she cries out, thighs shaking around my head as I work her through her second orgasm.

“One more baby,” I mutter again, pulling my fingers out slowly and sucking them into my mouth.

“Jesus, gimme a second—”

“Nah.” I flip her onto her stomach, grab her hips, and haul her up onto her knees. She exhales when I press her head down into bed, when I slide two fingers back inside her from behind and twist them.

She’s trembling now, face buried in the pillow, knees spread wide as I hold her in place. I lap at her from behind, tongue dragging up her soaked pussy, not missing a single drop. Then I spread her open, grip her cheeks, use my thumbs to expose every perfect inch of her, and groan at the sight.

“Fuck, Zo, so pretty.”

She squirms, but I press a hand to her lower back, pinning her.

“Don’t move.”

Leaning in, I swipe my tongue over her again—slow, filthy, possessive. Right over her pussy, up to her ass. She gasps a breathless, choked-off sound, and her hips try to jerk up toward me.

I flatten my tongue and lick her again, teasing the tight ring of muscle with the tip of my tongue.

“ Oh my god, ” she pants. “That’s—fuuuuck, that’s so—”

“You like that, sweetheart?” I murmur, tongue circling her again. “Like me eating every inch of you?”

She moans with a desperate nod into the pillow as I press two fingers back inside her dripping pussy, and stroke deep.

“You’re gonna come again for me, aren’t you?”

She shakes her head. “I can’t… I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” I reply, mouth hot against the curve of her ass, fingers working faster. “Gonna give it to me like the good fucking girl you are.”

“Shit! Shit… I’m gonna—”

“Gotta be quiet, baby,” I murmur. “Can’t let the whole fuckin’ festival hear how hot you sound when you come for me.”

“ Chase ,” she pants, grabbing at the blankets.

And God help me, I groan like an animal.

“That’s it.” My voice is thick with reverence and need, obsessed with her pussy making the filthiest sounds as my hand moves faster. “You’re gonna come so hard for me, Zo. Say my name while you drench my fucking hand.”

Her thighs are shaking, pussy fluttering, whole body wound tight, and I know what comes next. I’m fucking desperate for it.

“Don’t hold back,” I rumble, dragging my tongue over her again. “Show me how fucking messy you get for me.”

She keens, high-pitched and frantic, and then she breaks. Screaming my name, her body locks up. To my absolute delight, she squirts hard , soaking my hand, my chest, the pillow beneath her. A full-body shudder, wet and raw and completely out of her control.

“ Fuck, Zo,” I groan, eyes locked on her. “You soaked me, baby.”

I grind into the mattress, trying to hold on, but it’s useless. I come hard in my pants, my entire body jolting as I press my face back to her, groaning into the mess she made. Her body sags completely against the bed, boneless and trembling and gasping for breath.

“Goddamn, you’re perfect. My filthy, sweet little mess. Nobody else is ever getting this.”

I press kisses to her thighs. Her hips. Her shoulder. Soft now, reverent. She’s twitching beside me, her breath ragged and hair plastered to her face. I kiss up her body slowly before dragging her into my arms, loving the way she folds into me.

And then, so quiet I almost miss it, she exhales.

“Okay… maybe you earned the gold star.”

“Yeah?” I rasp, grinning like a lunatic. “That sounded like an admission.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

“Too late, sweetheart. You just squirted in my mouth. I’m king of the goddamn galaxy right now.”

She groans and buries her face in my chest. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Oh, I will. I deserve a trophy. A banner. A song .”

Her head lifts just enough to look at me, and for a second, there’s something soft in her eyes. Then it twists.

“Well, King of the Galaxy, you realize you came in your pants, right?”

“I—what?”

She grins wickedly. “Like, full send. Didn’t even take your clothes off. Just”—she makes a vague jerking and hand explosion motion—“hello, high school.”

I scrub a hand down my face. “You weren’t supposed to notice.”

“How could I not?” she says, hiccupping on a laugh. “You went stiff like you were dying. I thought I broke you.”

“You did break me,” I mumble, voice muffled as I bury my face in her neck. “I should be studied.”

She drags her fingers through my hair lazily. “There will be infographics, and—this is important—I want it known that I, a brave and noble woman, was denied dick after being spiritually reborn through oral sex.”

I let out a strangled sound and flop my head back on the pillow. “You’re the worst.”

“You came in your pants.”

“Can you stop bringing it up ?”

“I physically can’t.”

She’s grinning now, satisfied and gleaming and somehow even more beautiful in her post-orgasm chaos, and I’m hanging on by a thread. Because, yeah, I didn’t fuck her. Couldn’t. Because if I did, I wouldn’t survive it.

Not emotionally, not physically. And not while she’ll still claim it’s meaningless.

“You’re lucky I’m in—obsessed with you,” I mutter. Her fingers freeze in my hair, but I close my eyes and keep talking. “Otherwise, I’d leave you here with your dramatic retelling and your sparkly nipple net.”

“It’s a bralette.”

“It’s a fishing net with aspirations.”

She swats me in the ribs. I open my eyes and swat her back. Another retaliation from her, and suddenly we’re both laughing—stupid, tangled, gasping laughter that makes your stomach ache. The kind that cracks something open and lets light in.

She leans onto her side, studying me. I watch her right back, desperate to cup the back of her neck and pull her down for another kiss. To tell her how far gone I am for her, how none of this is fucking fake. But then her eyes dart down to my crotch.

“You really can’t wear those pants tomorrow,” she wheezes. “Not with that stain. You’ll have to buy a poncho. One of those tie-dye mushroom ones. With fringe.”

I look at her deadpan. “If I end up in a neon mushroom poncho, you’re legally obligated to suck me off in it.”

She snorts. “You came in your pants. You don’t get to make demands.”

My grin stretches wide. “Still made you come so hard you drenched me.”

“…Shut up.”

I kiss her shoulder, and she collapses back beside me, both of us grinning like idiots. Slowly, she turns into me, and her arm drapes across my chest. A leg hooks over mine again, and I softly run my fingers up and down her arm. Even though she’s not looking at me, I know she feels it too.

That this wasn’t just a release, it was something bigger.

And if she lets herself feel it, it could be everything.