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I turned my head on his chest so I could see his face. “About what?”

I dreaded what he’d say. I dreaded hearing that I was weak for letting Vinnie be weak. I dreaded hearing someone telling me that I was too good for Vinnie, because
God
, for all his faults, I’d loved him so much.

“That you didn’t get to spend the rest of your life with the man you loved.”

And oh God. He didn’t judge me. He didn’t judge Vinnie. He just . . .

Understood.

I reached out and rubbed the bottom of his full mouth with my thumb.

“
You
,” I said seriously, “are a force to be reckoned with.”

He smiled a little, and I expected sarcasm.

He took my breath away instead.

“I will never cheat on you,” he said. “And I will never need rehab. I like my job driving you around—we could put you in the front seat and call me your personal assistant, and I would not have a problem being by your side wherever you go. I don’t want to be an actor, but I sure do love watching other people do it, so that would not be a problem. So I can pretty much promise to be everything you need in a man and never got before. But there is one thing I cannot promise, and I’m not even going to try.”

He stared at me, hard, until I looked away.

“Everybody dies,” I said into his shoulder.

“Everybody dies,” he confirmed, stroking my hair back from my face. “The only thing I
can
promise in that area is that if you lose me like you lost Vinnie, you’ll be strong enough to survive it.”

Vinnie, did you hear that? I’m strong enough to survive you.

I knew you were, Connor.

Don’t go yet.

I’ll always be here. But you’ve got someone else now.

I can love you too.

Are you sure?

I fell asleep on Noah’s chest and slept hard for the entire night. The next morning I woke up, naked under my bathrobe, and alone.

But I could hear Noah in the shower.

I yawned and rolled over on my back to stretch, the bathrobe falling away and leaving my skin silky under the soft sheets. Ugh—I had creases on my skin from the robe, and I struggled to kick it off under the covers, not wanting to get up just yet. It fell over the edge, and I went back to stretching, suddenly conscious of my body in a way I hadn’t been in a while.

Oh my God, I had
nipples
, and they were rubbing up against the sheets and getting hard and pearly.

My naked bottom was wriggling against the sheets too, and my thighs and my groin were growing heavy.

My cock felt every rasp of cotton against it, and every nerve ending in my body woke up and stretched along with me.

Oh God.

I was
alive
, and my body felt sexy and
alive
and suddenly my skin wanted to celebrate too!

I ran my hand down my chest and sighed when I squeezed my pecs. Oh wow—I had such sensitive nipples, Vinnie had once gotten me off just nibbling on them alone.

I pinched them to see if that still held.

Oh man. Yes.
Yes
, my nipples were still sensitive, and I rocked my hips up and down, undulating under the covers because it all felt so good. One hand stayed up at my nipples, and the other hand moved down my abdomen, stroking, teasing—nothing was vital, nothing was urgent, I could take my time. I rubbed the crown of my cock, shuddering at the little spurt of pre-cum and bringing it to my tongue to taste.

Oh . . . yes. I’d forgotten that. I’d forgotten I liked the taste of cum.

I closed my eyes and went back to playing with myself, but I opened my eyes when the covers were suddenly ripped away. I gazed up at Noah, mouth parted slightly, a combination of sex and embarrassment washing a flush up from my thighs to my throat.

“I saw you,” he said, bending over so he could run his finger along my lips. “You were tasting yourself?”

I smiled shyly and looked away.

“Yeah.”

He bent and touched his mouth to mine, licking at the seam of my lips in strong strokes, but I refused to part.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth,” I told him, embarrassed.

He backed up enough to scowl. “Connor, so help me, if you get stupid about this I will get you hard and wrap a ring around your cock and not let you come for an
hour
.”

My cock tightened against my stomach and spurted a little more pre-cum out, and my entire body went on high alert.

I licked my lips, suddenly needing that domination, those sensual threats, that
purpose
and hard hand with everything in my body.

“Are you going to plug me too?” I asked, just to be sure.

His lips curved wryly. “Do you have one?”

I sort of drooped. “No.” Because you don’t pack sex toys when you’re not thinking about sex.

“We’ll change that,” he promised, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Nungh.”

He laughed wickedly and then wrapped one hand around my cock while he took possession of my mouth. Morning breath or not, he swept inside, dominated, took me fully when I hadn’t known I’d been going to give.

It didn’t matter.

I gave him everything.

His touch on my skin was an explosion of color, his mouth on mine sang the perfect chord. Clean male filled my lungs like the smell of redwoods and ocean, and he tasted . . .

Augh!

So good! I flailed my hands, trying to glut myself on his skin, but he seized them in his other hand and held them over my head for a moment.

One hand on my cock, one hand securing my wrists, and I was stretched out beneath him, willing, helpless, frantic, and needy.

Oh my gracious God, sex was a
thing
.

“Connor,” he said sharply, getting my attention.

I had no words. I writhed beneath him—but not too wildly, or he might let go of my cock.

“
Connor
!”

“Yeah?” I asked breathily. Words. Words.
Cock ass suck stroke rim fuck CUM!

“You need to listen, okay?”

I nodded, mesmerized. Kid—I’d thought he was a kid, right? I’d jump off a cliff if he talked to me in that voice.

I’d soar.

“This time is for you,” he told me. “Don’t worry ’bout me. This time—all you.”

I whimpered. I wanted to taste him. I wanted his cock filling my throat, I wanted my tongue up his asshole, and his cock in mine. Oh God . . . I wanted—

“For you,” he repeated. “Lay still. Let me. I’ll take care of you, Connor. I promise.”

I nodded, trembling, and I struggled a little against his clasp on my wrists.

“I’m going to let them go now,” he whispered, next to my ear. “And I want you to touch your nipples. That was so pretty, your hands on your nipples. Did you pinch them?”

I whined.

“I want you to pinch them and play with them. I’ll do the rest.”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now one word, okay?”

“Anything.”

“Say ‘please.’”

I all but melted into the bed. “Please, Noah, would you—”

He sealed his lips to mine again, and let go of my wrists. I kept them there, above my head in spite of his direction, because for the moment, I was overwhelmed.

The kiss went on and on, until my entire world became the heat of Noah’s mouth, the taste of his tongue thrusting against mine, the slick of his chest against me. He kept a light grip on my cock, not hard enough to stroke, mostly just hard enough to tease, to keep me from forgetting: this was going somewhere.

His free hand buried itself in my hair, tugging, positioning my head until my throat was exposed, my chest stretched out, and I was more vulnerable than I’d ever been in my life.

I was shaking so hard. I couldn’t remember ever trembling during sex, ever
needing
so damned much from a touch on my cock, from a kiss.

“Shh . . .” he whispered in my ear. “I promised. I’ll take care of you.”

I nodded, and he kissed down my throat, nibbling on my Adam’s apple, licking along my clavicle, scraping his teeth lightly between my pecs.

“Please, Noah,” I whispered, wanted him to stop there. His tongue . . . his teeth . . .

When he clamped his mouth over my nipple and sucked hard, I let out a sob.

“Yes . . . yes . . . oh God . . .”

He suckled and nipped, and my hips thrust in rhythm, unfulfilled. My cock batted uselessly against the soft cage of his cupped hand.

I keened high in my throat, close, too close, and he moved back suddenly and licked my other nipple.

Then started kissing down my stomach.

“Noah!”

He looked up and caught my eyes. “Put your hands on yourself, Connor.”

Oh right. Thank you, thank you, God, thank you,
Noah
, for giving me something to do. I was thrashing, I was
mindless
, and at the touch of my fingers against my own skin, I calmed and began to tease myself, pulling rhythmically, pinching tight. Breathless little sobs still issued from my throat, but Noah didn’t mind them, so I didn’t.

Instead, he grasped my cock tightly, and his breath puffed against the wet, dripping head.

Slowly, so damned slowly, he stretched out his tongue and licked, the rough surface scraping my cockhead deliberately.

My sobs turned into a concentrated moan, and I moved one hand toward his head.

He stopped me with a scowl, and I put my hand back where it belonged.

And then he licked my cock again and stroked up.

And again. And again. And again.

“Noah,” I whimpered. “Please . . .”

“Say it,” he whispered harshly, breath teasing the wet skin.

“Suck my cock . . . please . . . tug my balls, tease my hole . . .”

“Hold still,” he ordered. “Keep your hands where they are.”

“Yes . . .” I begged. “
Yes
!”

He lowered his head quickly and sucked me all the way in to the back of his throat, and the world behind my eyes blew up in a technicolor blast. My hips arched because they
had
to, and my hands pinched my own nipples hard enough to hurt.

He let me fall out of his mouth just long enough for me to feel air, and then engulfed my prick again, and again, and again, and again.

I chanted in time, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck . . .” Because it was all I had: it was all the wonder, the explosion of pleasure, the overwhelming of all the nerve endings that made my eyes burn with sensual saturation.

I kept one hand on my chest, but the other one . . . I had to touch him, I had to massage his scalp under that wonderfully soft, glossy, curly hair. It stretched long as I tugged, getting close to his shoulders, and I wanted to pet it more, pet it forever, feel the heat of his skin underneath.

But his mouth was moving urgently, and his grip on the base of my cock felt so exquisite, I wasn’t going to last long, and, oh God, I wanted it to last forever, but I needed . . . needed . . . needed . . .

I thrust hard into his mouth, and he squeezed me hard back, and I propped one knee up, spreading my thighs in open invitation.

He switched hands on my cock, and slid his spit-slickened fingers down the crease of my thigh, probing, not gently, the tight clench of my buttocks.

He pulled back his head and gripped me hard. “I can’t touch you there if you don’t relax,” he growled, and that meant I had to trust him, yes it did. I had to relax my muscles, open to him truly, let him touch me in my favorite, tender, forbidden spot.

I sighed, my hands stilling, and concentrated all my furor inward, making myself loose, limp, easing my ass cheeks apart and—

Oh my God!

He thrust a finger inside while bobbing his head down so far I lodged in the back of his throat, and then he pulled back on both ends and then thrust forward, and once, twice, three more times and—

I screamed.

Oh God, I screamed in orgasm, sobs ripping open my throat, my chest, my
skin
. Fire raced down my veins, through my heart, stopping the air in my lungs for a moment as the enormity of climax rushed up through my throat. I beat a savage tattoo with my fists on either side of me, unable to keep my hands on my flesh, unable to touch Noah for fear of pounding on
him
, of hurting
him
.

He let go of my cock to seize the hand closest to his ass, and tug it to his chest.

That’s when I groaned, deep and hard, from my toes as the climax roared through my entire body. Cum charged up my cock and filled his mouth until he couldn’t swallow, running down his chin, smearing his cheek.

Oh Jesus, never in my
life
had I come so hard.

And then I was empty, lost in that daze that comes after sex, adrift and uncertain. He’d . . . serviced me. What now?

He stood up for a moment and mumbled, “Fuck it,” and pulled the towel from around his waist and started using it to clean up the mess on my thighs, and then on the bed.

I stared at him in dismay—he was
fully
erect, his foreskin retracted to leave his cockhead shiny and bloated. While he bent over the bed to tend to me, I reached out and stroked him with wonder.