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He babbled his agreement as I withdrew my fingers from his body, using the hand towel to wipe the lube from my hands before tossing it aside. “Turn over then.”

He stilled. Then shook his head. “Let’s do it like this.”

I paused, disappointed, but there was no hint from him that he was willing to be pushed. Not on this.

“Okay. Can you get up onto your hands and knees?”

He complied, somewhat unsteadily, while I smoothed a condom over my painfully hard shaft.

I positioned myself behind him and looked down at him, all stretched and oiled and ready for me. Practically quivering with need.

Fuck.

I lined myself up and pressed forward. I’d prepared him so thoroughly that his body seemed to actually draw me in, welcoming me with a tight clasping heat that had me moaning at the sweet pleasure.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “You were right, I’m going to come in about ten seconds.”

I groan-laughed. “Me too.”

We lasted a little longer than that, but not much. A few minutes at most. Mack came first, moments after I reached round and took hold of his cock. I’d intended to stroke him to completion, but as soon as I circled my fingers about him, he started pulsing come, and after that, I had no hope. A few more thrusts and I was coming too, flooding the condom, my forehead pressed hard against his right shoulder.

We sank down onto the mattress together, slick with sweat and come.

Bliss suffused me. I was overcome with the desire to kiss him, but wasn’t sure he’d allow it and wasn’t brave enough to risk rejection.

After a minute, when I began to soften, I gently eased myself from his body, and stood to dispose of the condom. “Mind if I take a shower?”

He turned onto his back, sending me a lazy grin. He looked well fucked and very pleased with himself. “Sure. Go ahead.”

“Thanks,” I said, a little disappointed when he made no move to join me.

When I emerged from the bathroom later, a towel wrapped round my waist, Mack was sitting up on the bed, seemingly unconcerned by his nudity.

“I don’t normally invite hookups to sleep over,” he informed me, yawning. “But since you don’t live here and your friend’s taken someone home—and since this bed is huge—you can stay if you want.”

It wasn’t the most enthusiastic invitation I’d ever received to sleep over, but I was grateful for it. The last thing I felt like doing was trudging back to Gav’s, to listen to him and Adam going at it all night. Besides, I found I was reluctant to leave Mack. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

I got into bed while he showered. By the time he came back, I was just about dropping off.

“Sorry,” I mumbled as he crawled in beside me. “I’m beat.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said gently. “Go to sleep. I need to anyway. I’ve got stuff on tomorrow.”

Gratefully, I let my eyelids slide closed again and drifted off.

It was late—or rather in the very early hours—when he woke me. He was tossing around and mumbling, obviously upset. After a few moments, I realised he was dreaming.

At first I let him be, hoping he’d settle, but when he grew more distressed, I shook his shoulder.

“Hey—you okay?”

He came to slowly, in waves. First his voice quieted, then his body stilled. Eventually, he said, his tone weary, “Sorry. Nightmare.”

“It’s okay. Do you want—” I hesitated “—a hug?”

“No,” he said quickly. “No, no, I’m fine.”

“Okay.”