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Mark:You keep doing that and I’m definitely gonna cum. Let’s get the fuck out of here.

Chet:You sure?

Mark:Fuck yeah, I’m sure.

I tucked myself away and packed up my laptop and book in seconds flat.

Chet:Follow me.

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Mark

“Over there,” Chet said roughly. His long strides took the grass quickly alongside the library.

I had no idea whatover theremeant until he slowed enough to catch me by the shoulder and all but shoved me into a shallow alcove containing one of the library’s fire exit doors.

Opposite us, a football field length away, the tree line gleamed gold in the twilight, and although there weren’t any sidewalks immediately around us for foot traffic or people passing by, it was hardly private.

I should’ve been fucking terrified.

Instead, I was on fire with anticipation.

The back of my skull thunked into the metal door as Chet lunged at me, bringing his hands to my sweaty temples. My lips parted immediately under the pressure of his. His kiss was reckless and hard, like something caged for too long and finally allowed to spring.

For all that I’d enjoyed the hell out of going down on him in the club, it was kissing him I’d thought most about in the days that had followed.

“Oh fuck.” I groaned as Chet tugged my waistband down. As soon as my cock popped free, he closed his fist around the hard length, jacking me dry like he couldn’t wait any longer.

My head angled back against the door, and Chet licked over my Adam’s apple and bit the pulse jumping in my exposed throat until I let out a harsh cry when the pain finally registered.

Fumbling a hand over his fly, I managed to free his cock and gave it a few wild strokes that probably did absolutely nothing for him.

“Let me,” he said, and I released him. He spat in his palm and wrapped both of us. Every stroke ignited me with bliss, and I rocked my hips into him, gracelessly chasing every inch of friction.

Sliding my hands under his tee, I tweaked his nipples to peaks, loving how he responded with a rumble. Our mouths found each other again, violent with need, teeth clicking against each other, tongues tangling for dominance. It was probably the sloppiest kiss in my entire goddamn life. Also, one of the most satisfying.

“Shit, I’m getting fucking close,” Chet muttered, and I couldn’t deny I was a little chuffed at the wonder in his voice, like it didn’t happen this fast that often for him.

Just when I was about to tease him for it, though, my spine went ramrod straight with an electric jolt as he rubbed the sensitive skin around my hole.

I clenched reactively, and Chet laughed, the sound full of humor and kind of enchanting, really. “Always knew you were a tight-ass.” He flicked his tongue against my earlobe, then spoke low in my ear. “Relax, Farrow. You want me to do this. I promise.”

“Bullsh—” I lost the rest to another groan as he squeezed his fist tighter around my shaft.

His fingers grazed my hole again, this time wet and smooth, and when he pressed the pads against my entrance, I relaxed enough for him to get the tip of one inside me before I clamped down tight again.

“Don’t. Fucking. Laugh,” I rasped out preemptively at the inconvenience of my reflexes. Chet wasn’t laughing, though; he was sucking the side of my neck as he stroked my shaft with one hand and pressed deeper inside with the other.

I didn’t light up when he found my prostate. It wasn’t as if all my nerve endings suddenly crackled to life, butsomethingchanged when Chet started sliding his finger in and out of my ass—never fully, probably fearing he wouldn’t be able to get back in—but slowly, determinedly stroking, and the pleasure that had been kinda ping-ponging through my balls became a fuller, more intense sensation that I’d never felt before. Diffuse but somehow maximized to a degree that made my knees shaky.

“Oh goddamn,” I whispered.

“That’s right,” he purred, low and sexy. “You fuckinglikethat finger in your ass, don’t you?”

I let my head relax back against the door and closed my eyes. And maybe my hips tilted a little to give Chet more access. That was all the answer he was fucking getting, though.

“Sexy,” he whispered, and I moaned like a total slave to his touch.