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And I was more than ready to give him my cum.

“Keep that up,” I said, digging my fingers in his hair and tugging it hard. He was still fresh from his post-game shower and he smelled goddamn good.

He slowly painted a stripe with his tongue, firmly pressing it along the underside of my dick, teasing me with a swirl around the head.

I moaned as he sucked the tip again, gliding his slick lips around it.

And then he pulled off.

All at once.

He sat back, and my fingers slipped out of his hair.

“Peach,” I whispered, my voice a little desperate.

My cock ached.

My balls did, too.

But I watched in a quiet agony as something gleamed in his eyes.

And then the motherfucker reached for the door handle.

He gave me a devilish smile as he opened the passenger side door and got out of the car, walking outside.

“Come on,” he said. “They’re waiting for us.”

“Get back in here.”

He dipped his head back into the car.

“No. I’m going to edge you all night. And you’re going to love it.”

A satisfying mix of frustration and excitement settled on me.

I was already aching, but I knew just how good it could be to draw it out.

“Andrew, if you’re going to play it likethat,then I’m going to be the one to makeyoubreak.”

“Meaning?”

I narrowed my gaze. “I’ll have you dragging me off within an hour. Guaranteed. You’re going to need to come, and I’m going to make it happen.”

He reached down to his shorts, gripping his bulge.

When he pulled the fabric taut, I could see the outline of his cock, completely hard already.

“Try your best, Gray. Whoever breaks first loses.”

“I think it’s sort of win-win, if ‘breaking’ means getting your boyfriend to make you come.”

A serene smile landed on his face.

He squeezed his erection one more time before letting it go.

“I’m so fucking happy that you’re my boyfriend,” he said. “Do you know that?”

My heart did a little backflip in my chest.