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JULIA

This boy is a fucking tease. He’s got an expert mouth and hands that know their way around. He doesn’t fuck me when I ask him to. He doesn’t fuck me when I demand it. No, sir.

He’s had a fresh condom in his teeth for a minute. He’s run the sharp edge all over my body. I didn’t know I needed that, but it’s apparent he’s the one who knows what’s what. He opens my legs and pushes my knees back, spreading me open with his fingertips.

If my clit is getting the foil packet treatment, I’ll sit still for it, but I’m busting at the seams.

“Please,” I groan. Maybe begging will work. “Please.”

He plucks the square from his lips. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me. Please just give it to me. One more thing and I’m going to come too soon and…” He draws the tip of his tongue over the length of my clit. “Oh God, motherfucker.”

“You’re almost there.” He rips open the package and rolls onto his back to put on the condom. “This way.” He pulls me on top of him. “You control it.”

Straddling him, I guide his cock inside me, pushing down until I can’t go anymore. He puts his hand on my thigh and reaches his thumb between my legs, finding my hard knot. I shift and shove against it, faster and faster with his hips. He takes me by the back of the neck and pulls me down.

“I’m close,” he murmurs in my ear.

“Me too.”

“I want to tell you.” His speech is broken up by the breathlessness of our thrusting. “If I change. And can’t. Change back. You should know. All this time. When I was at. Your hip or. In your hand. I always. Loved you.”

I’m too overwhelmed for more than his name. “Cas?—”

“Hush. Come. With me.”

He increases the speed and pressure of his thumb, but I don’t need it. All I need is to make a promise while he’s here.

“I will treat you with care, Caspian. Always.”

He groans. He’s coming.

My orgasm is like a bare-eyed arc weld, shooting hot metal from a blinding core.

When it’s done, I finger-brush his hair and say, “Now what happened with the talking rat?”