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“Yeah. A whole fucking lot,” he bit out on a gasp as he bottomed out inside me. “Fucking hell…” He trailed off, big hands skimming up my thighs and anchoring on either side of my rib cage.

I broke him in with a few slow rocks, drinking in the sight of his nipples pebbled tight and dark on his pecs, the rapid, visible kick of his pulse in his throat, and the flush painting his chest. “Are you about to tell me how tight I am?” I drawled.

“You are.” Mark grunted with the effort to hold still as I ground into him. “Really fucking tight. Really fucking naked and fucking tight and…fuck it.” He punched his hips into me, knocking loose a cry when he glided over my prostate, and I realized I’d seriously, seriously underestimated both his stamina and prowess as a lover.

The fucker was a natural.

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No way I’d last as long as I wanted to—which was probably longer than was medically advisable, anyway. I couldn’t help it, though. The unyielding clench of Chet’s ass around my cock was euphoric, each thrust inside him like my dick was a lightning rod, taking massive hits of pleasure and grounding them through me in sizzling waves of electricity.

I flipped him onto his back, pushed his knees up to his chest, and plowed him in long, deep strokes that made his mouth fall open in a soundless gape and the veins in his neck rise in sharp relief. Then I sat back on my haunches, pulled his thighs over mine, and splayed a hand over his stomach, pinning his leaking dick with my palm, feeling the ripple of his abs and the steady drip of precum as he fucked himself on my cock.

Every time I thought I was about to come, I’d switch positions, give my dick a breather while we twisted ourselves into some other mind-blowingly sexy tangle of arms and legs.

Chet rolled onto his stomach, gripping the sides of my thighs, and I held him open with one hand, fixated on how he stretched around me as my cock disappeared into him.

“Fuck,” he cried out, when I slammed home hard, pulled out, and plunged immediately into him again. “That.” He gasped. “That right fucking there. Perfect.”

It was addictive, intoxicating, watching him take me, the needy upward thrust of his hips when I eased back, and the way his spine arched and his fingers dug into me when I came at him again.

“Tease,” he growled, after a few shallow thrusts that made my head spin.

I pushed him off the bed and chased right after him.

We fucked all over his room. I bent him over his desk, the hard slap of flesh on flesh filling the air. His fingers curled over the edge of the wood and held tight, every pump of my hips forcing a raspy groan from his lungs.

He shoved me into the chair, pinning my wrists to the plastic arms and driving me out of my mind as he lowered onto my cock, back writhing against my chest, hips undulating smoothly as he rode me.

Sex with him, like everything else between us, was both savage and tender, temperamental and incredibly fucking hot.

We wound up back in the bed at some point, my hands gripping his ass as I surged into him, his fingers buried in my hair, teeth raking my lips. I was drenched in sweat, my whole body charged with pleasure.

“Gonna come inside me?” he cajoled in my ear, with another dick-wringing squeeze around me.

“Want it?” I’d never edged myself so profoundly. My balls were leaden and full, and almost painful to touch. If I’d been alone, I’d have kept an eye on the wall opposite the bed to see how far I shot. Out of scientific curiosity, of course. As it was, the second Chet had spoken, the pressure inside me mounted, and there was no pulling back from the edge this time.

“Mmm.” He gave something approaching a nod and pulled one of my hands to his mouth, licking and sucking my fingertips and knuckles like he couldn’t get enough of me. Liquid heat spiraled through me as he slammed backward in perfect counter time to my thrusts. “Fuck yeah, I want it.”

I lost it, crying out as the shock wave of my orgasm blew through me and turned me inside out. I soared on the relentless pulse of my cock emptying inside him, how the flood of semen made him tighten, draining every last drop from me. At the last spurt, he slipped free, moving up my chest. My mouth was open and waiting, hungry for the cock he jerked against the eager flick of my tongue. I pushed my fingers back inside him, through the slippery give of my release, to find his prostate and hammer at it relentlessly.

“Oh fuck.Oh fuck.”Chet flailed one hand to the headrail, the other flying over his cock as I plunged my fingers in and out of him. His release hit the roof of my mouth, pooled hot in the back of my throat, and coated my tongue. I closed my mouth around him, and a shiver racked his shoulders as I sucked him dry.

When his body stopped shaking, he grabbed the headrail with both hands, resting his weight on his forearms and slumping there a minute before he sank onto the mattress beside me.

We sprawled on the bed, Chet’s arm flung over my chest, my leg over his.

“Goddamn, it’s hot in here,” I panted.

“I’ll close the window in a second. Okay, maybe more like five minutes. Don’t want to move right now.”

I lolled my head toward him and caught his smile in profile. The slow, sleepy way it spread, curling at the corner of his mouth, did funny things to my insides.

“Fine, at least a half hour,” he tacked on, and I laughed, rolling fully toward him.

“Soooooo,” I ventured. “Were you doing this with guys in high school?”