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“You ready to feel it on your cock?” I smirk and play with the barbell between my teeth. His eyes zero in on it, pupils blown wide as he nibbles on his lip with another nod.

I obey. I plant one last kiss on his mouth before working my way down—mouth on his neck, then his chest, trailing kisses and slow sucks. I flick the stud over his nipple and his whole body shudders as he moans—loud and wrecked.

Yeah , that piercing was a good idea.

I shove his jeans and underwear down in one go, sighing in pure relief as my favorite friend greets me—hard as steel and ready to go. But first…

Wrapping my hand around that beautiful cock I missed so damn much, I get reacquainted with every one of his amazing abs.

All eight of them. I suck, nibble, worship each one—maybe leaving a few hickeys as I go—while slowly working him with my hand.

It’s not like he’s noticing that I leave hickeys, because Tyler?

Ty is a shivering, mewling mess beneath me.

His hands are in my hair now, fingers tangled in the strands almost painfully as I dip lower.

And when I reach my prize, flick my tongue around the head, metal grazing the ridge, he bucks up on a loud grunt. “Oh shit, Jace. ”

I smile against the side of his dick, loving how responsive to me he is—how he still is—and kick off my Chucks while giving his balls a nice little suck.

“Got any lube in that bag of yours? My stuff is back in the hallway.” I nuzzle his base, lick my way back to the top, and press a kiss to the tip as I meet his heavy-lidded gaze.

He’s propped up on one elbow, the other hand resting on my head.

“I mean, we could check Ava’s and Asher’s stuff.

But I don’t really want to know what is in that night stand.

They’ve got a bit of a kinky side, ya know? ”

He lets out a laugh, rough and hoarse. “Toiletry bag. Side pocket of the duffel.”

I pry my lips from my man, roll off the bed, and quickly grab the bottle, tossing it beside him. While I’m at it, I shimmy out of my jeans and strip the rest of Ty’s clothes off, throwing his shoes over to join their friends. Back together again.

I bite my lip as I drink him in. Fuck, he’s a work of art. Every defined muscle on full display. Eyes glazed, cheeks flushed—that fucking teasing tan line where the deep bronze meets his regular olive complexion.

He must’ve been surfing at some point, and I pretend it doesn’t sting. I’m kinda jealous. It’s another thing I miss doing with him. It’s an us thing.

“Next time, I’m going surfing with you,” I vow, pressing a kiss on the tan line before crawling back on the bed in between his knees, guiding his hands back on my chest, my neck. “I want your hands on me the entire time, baby. Don’t let go.”

“I will,” he croaks. “I’m not letting you go. Ever.”

I meet his eyes and swallow hard, seeing my own pain, my own longing reflected there. We made it , I want to say. We made it this far . But I don’t have to voice it. He already knows, because he’s thinking the same—it’s written all over his face. So I nod. He nods too.

And then I surge up and kiss him—soft and sure and grounding. The most reassuring kiss I can give him. “I’m not letting you go either, baby.”

I squeeze his fingers one last time before I let go and continuing my assault, starting with another lick along that damn tan line—a shiver racking his big body—before swallowing that beautiful dick of his down in one go.

His hips jolt off the bed, nudging the back of my throat and making me choke around him.

“Shit, sorry,” he gasps, trying to pull me off. “I didn’t mean to—”

I shake my head, his cockhead still in my mouth, and grab ahold of his wrist with my free hand—urging him to push my head down again. I want him to take what he needs.

He takes the bait. His hand tightens in my hair and he guides me back down, deep onto his cock.

And fuck , I love it. This .

I swallow around him, sucking hard, then swirl my tongue around the tip and do it again, making it nice and wet with my drool. He trembles, shakes, lets out the most delicious sounds as I flick open the lube, never slowing down. I lap up the sweet, salty pre-cum as I do, making me fucking float.

Because I love the taste of him. I missed the taste of him. So fucking bad.

His breath comes in shallow hitches as I press my piercing against his slit, swirl it around the head, and let it graze against his ridge.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jace. Stop . I don’t want to come yet. I want you—I need you inside me. Please. ”

I glide up, release him with a wet pop, and pull the corner of my lip into a smirk as I rise to my knees. His hand slips from my head, drops to my shoulder, keeping us connected.

“Piercing approved, then?” I ask mischievously, swirling my lubed index finger in slow circles around his rim, his legs trembling each time I press the pad against his opening.

“Definitely,” he rasps, tongue flicking across his bottom lip. “I want it back in my mouth.” His eyes are laser-focused on my lips, his fingertips still tracing the ridges of my abs like they belong there.

“You do?” I press my finger in, just a knuckle deep, and watch in satisfaction as his mouth falls open, breath stuttering, and he nods. Shit, he looks amazing like this. All riled up, ready for me to take him, to show him what he means to me. How much I love him.

Obeying his command, I fall forward, diving my tongue back into his mouth at the same moment I slide my finger inside his ass.

The groan that leaves his throat morphs into a moan as I find the perfect rhythm—tongue and finger in sync—letting him feel that piercing he clearly adores, even as his hands dig into my shoulders, clutching me tight.

As I add another finger into the luscious heat of him, I dip deeper, take his mouth in an all-consuming, shattering kiss, devour him to give him exactly what he wished for while fingering him nice and slow, opening him up.

When I slide in a third and curl my fingers to hit that firm, perfect spot, he rips his mouth away from mine on a growl, eyes blazing.

“ Please, Jace. Stop fucking around and start fucking me. ” He spreads his legs wider, arches his back, offers himself up to me—hands now tangled in my hair.

Letting out a soft chuckle, I pull my fingers free and wedge myself between his thighs, slicking myself with more lube before tossing the bottle aside. I nudge against his entrance, eyes locked on his as the head of my cock breaches him.

His lips part, trembling, gaze going glassy.

“God, I fucking missed this… Missed you. ” With slow, deliberate movements, I inch my way deeper inside him, lowering my forehead to his, feeling his body yield to mine—inch by inch. His tight heat envelops me, shudders rolling down my spine. “Can you take more, Tyler baby? Fuck , you feel good.”

His neck strains, that perfect tendril popping, and I suck on it, hard, just as he swallows me whole.

“ Fuck , this will not last long. You’re so freakin’ tight,” I breathe out, unable to contain the groan that escapes my lips. His grip on my hair tightens as I continue to penetrate him, the sensation overwhelming . Unreal. Out of this world.

“ Jacie… ” he moans, his voice a mixture of pleasure and pain, of lust and love, hands digging so deep in my back it hurts. “ Fuck , you’re filling me so good .”

I cradle his face and press gentle kisses along his stubbled jaw, loving the way it scrubs against my lips, trying to soothe him as I bottom out inside him, our bodies flush against each other.

Where they belong. Forever and always. He’s mine , and I’m not letting anything take him away from me. No distance. No nothing.

“You okay?” I ask on a ragged breath, concern slipping into my voice because I know this—this first time together again—can be a lot. It’s been months.

He nods, breath coming out in shaky gasps. “Yeah… just—give me a moment. It’s been a while,” he replies, voicing my exact thoughts. His thick thighs lift and tighten around my waist, and I rub his arms, his shoulders, lick my way into his mouth again and smother him with love.

I stay still, giving him the time he needs to adjust to the feeling of me back inside him. Because yeah, it’s been too fucking long, and I can already feel myself teetering on the edge, ready to fly off the handle with the smallest push.

But that’s okay. We have all night to get acquainted again. Fuck, we have days before he has to leave again. But in the end, he has to leave again.

Nope. Not thinking about that. Nope. Nope.

I focus back on my man—on this beautiful bastard—and swirl my tongue around his, gasp into every kiss until, gradually, I feel him relax, his muscles loosening around me.

“Okay,” he whispers against my lips, his voice barely audible. “You can move. Please move… Please. ”

With slow, careful movements, I thrust, each motion sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Tyler’s moans fill the room, his hands gripping onto me as I move inside him, trying to pull me closer, begging me to go harder .

I comply, of course I do, and hook my arm under his thigh, lifting it higher for a better angle, railing him deeper, faster, as I greedily suck on his tongue.

My head spins as I swallow up every sound he makes, the whimpers, moans, and dirty little hums, and store them somewhere safe, somewhere for me to revisit when I need him the most. I’ve seen him on a screen for too long, miles between us, and want to cherish this—burn this into my memory.

I want to relive it in my head once I inevitably have to miss him again.

“I missed you like this.” My lips slide over his as I speak my mind, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back inside him.

He gasps. I keep thrusting, keep talking.

“Yes, like that. I want you to remember this, baby. I love how good you take me. I want you to feel me when you leave again. Remember the ghost of my dick inside your ass when you send me those filthy videos.”