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He jerked free, roughly, and stumbled backward. “I saidstop.”

I fell back against the bed. “Why?” I was genuinely confused. Most guys never questioned it when they were that close to finishing.

“I’m not ready to come in your mouth.”

“Where do you want to come, then?” I asked, coyly.

He was tensed all over, fists flexing as he held himself back, growling though his teeth as he willed himself away from the edge of coming.

“Inside you.”

I smiled up at him, a devious, mischievous grin. I reached out and grabbed his cock, and before he could protest or stop me, I had him in my mouth again, gave him one good deep-throat, then glanced up at him. “Thisisinside me, Nick.”

I wanted it.

I wanted him to give in to me.

This was about winning, about getting my way.

It was also about retaining some distance, some objectivity, some semblance of my former self, maintaining the Layla who didn’t feel intense emotional turmoil during soul-shattering sex, the Layla who was shut down and casual. The Layla who didn’t fall asleep in a man’s arms, content and sated and utterly vulnerable.

Like I’d just done, for the first time ever, last night.

I needed to feel like I was in control, like I was doing whatIwanted.

“Jesus, Layla.” He grunted this as I resumed my rhythm, going deep, swallowing as he entered my throat to massage his shaft with my throat muscles and my tongue.

I cupped his balls and pressed hard against his taint, gripped his ass with clawed fingers, moaning as I took him, going down hard and fast now, unrelenting and frenzied.

“Fuck,” he growled.

“Mmmmm.”

“I’m coming, oh fuck, I’m about to come.”

“Mmm-hmmmm.”

He buried his fingers in my hair and pulled me closer, thrusting into my mouth. I held myself still and let him fuck my throat, swallowing with each thrust, feeling him reach the edge, knowing he wasn’t going to stop, now.

“Shit…Layla, oh god…”

I felt him spurt, felt it start in his balls cupped in my palm, felt it as a tense of his taint and a throb of his thrusting cock. The first load splashed right down my throat, and I swallowed it, and then backed away to suction my lips around the head, letting go of his rock-hard ass to glide my fingers around his shaft at the base. I stroked him and bobbed around the tip, sucking hard. He cursed again and thrust forward, and now his body locked, thrust forward as the orgasm ripped through him. I milked it for all it was worth, tasting come on my tongue, feeling it spurt. I swallowed it all and kept sucking, kept pumping as he came again, and again, massaging his taint the whole time.

Finally, he was done. I let him pop free of my mouth but stroked his softening length a few more times until another drop of come seeped out, which I licked away.

“Jesus, Layla.”

“You say that a lot,” I pointed out, standing up to relieve my protesting knees.

“You have a way of forcing it out of me.”

I just smiled and swayed my hips as I went into the bathroom and shut the door. As soon as I was alone, I collapsed onto the toilet and let myself hyperventilate.

What the hell had I done?

I’d had sex with Harris.

Fucking Harris had been agreatidea; that wasn’t the problem. He’d rocked my world just as hard as I knew he would. The trouble was, he’d rocked it a littletoohard.