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I took to teasing him then, shallow pulls matched with more substantial ones. Each time I deep throated his cock, his voice would pitch, and he’d groan lowly before recovering and continuing on. It was a guilty pleasure to have my own words read back to me in such a fashion, all the while my mouth worshipped my favorite toy.

“Lift your knee.” I pushed back on his raised leg, and Arden complied.

I eased one spit-slick finger inside him while my cock sucking became more deliberate. I choked myself a little on his head, swallowing around him to increase his sensation and milk his savory flavor.

“Not fair,” Arden moaned.

“I fight dirty,” I said before taking him down again.

After reading the same sentence twice, he finally set the book aside. But he didn’t let go of it entirely, only rested it against the floor with his forefinger marking the page. His body lay back in surrender while I catered to his pleasure. His other hand palmed the back of my head, and he forced me down while raising his hips to thrust in deep. I relaxed my throat to accommodate him, loving it when he demonstrated his dominance.

My finger dug a little deeper and crooked at the last joint to tickle his gland. Arden’s grip tightened in my hair, and he pumped his hips, using my mouth for his enjoyment. His tight, round testicles bounced against my chin. My jaw ached as saliva pooled and flooded around him. I couldn’t see his face, but I imagined the look he sometimes got, one of fierce concentration, eyes staring past me and aimed at his own climax, somewhere on the horizon.

“You’re such a good cocksucker,” he said in admiration.

He sunk in deep and held me to him, my nose flattened against his groin, his cockhead breaching my esophagus. His body went rigid as he held his breath, and then that sweet release. When he came, it was a coil of warmth spilling down my throat, soothing to my bruised tissues. He made a motion to pull out, and I stopped him with a hand on his hips. His absence, so abrupt, would upset me too much, so I cradled him in my mouth like an unbroken egg until he’d fully softened. Then, I took to cleaning him gently.

“Was I too rough?” he asked.

I shook my head and rested my cheek against his thigh while tonguing his slit, so that I might have one last taste of him.

“No one sucks cock like you do,” he said.

“How’s that?” I asked with a roughened voice.

“You take it like it’s a hit.”

“One of my many addictions.” I nuzzled the joint where his groin met with leg, warm and fragrant. “Keep reading.”

Arden read for a while longer. I zoned out for a bit, until he set the book aside and demanded I make out with him. We kissed until our warm affection flared into passion. Arden turned over and arched his back, inviting me to take him there on the couch. I grabbed a bottle of lube and fingered him open while he hissed like a cat. His only resistance was the tight squeeze of muscle as I sank inside him.

I’d never had a lover before who was so giving. One who teased, coaxed, and begged, and seldom with words. A lover who pushed me out of my comfort zone yet made me feel safe the entire time. Arden put my needs before his own, something so simple and yet, so profound.

Afterward, I cradled him in my arms, and Arden bemoaned the desecration of my couch.

“I’ll have it steam cleaned,” I said, unbothered.

“What’ll we do until then?”

“Flip the cushions?”

He shook his head in mock disgust, and I played with his pretty pink nipples because even when my lust was sated, I couldn’t stop myself from touching him. I asked him then if he would join me at my upcoming launch party to celebrateThicker Than Water’srelease. I’d expected an easy agreement, but I was met with silence.

“What’s wrong?” His work schedule was fairly flexible, so long as he had notice.

“Your father will be there,” he said.

I kissed the top of his head. “And Bitzy and Franco and Liam. The whole gang.”

“How will you introduce me?”

I studied his profile and didn’t understand his concern. “As my boyfriend. How else?”

“You think that’s a good idea?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Your father is a respectable man.”