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When he cups me through the jeans, I arch my hips into his touch.

“Please,” I whisper.

His breath is like a teasing brush of fingers, but then he licks off the cum staining my chin and undoes my pants in a move so confident I barely recognize him. Not that he wasn’t confident before, but this side of him is new, and I shiver, ready to submit to whatever he wants to do.

“I’m gonna turn you into an absolute gay sex pest,” he whispers into my ear, and when he grabs my cock and rolls his thumb over the head, I’m on fire.

I moan and laugh at the same time. “That will be so easy for you. I will be easy. Whatever you want, whenever you want it, I’m yours.” And I mean it. He might be the guy whose face I stuffed under my armpit, but now I’m gladly spreading my thighs to make room for him. My dick throbs in his hand and all I can think of is release from my lust prison.

Naked, tanned, with shining eyes, he is the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and I whimper with delight when he lowers his mouth over my dick and teases it with his tongue.

“Yes… oh God… yes,” I moan, because even the anticipation of his touch is like a powerful drug. The edges of my vision shine with color, and when his mouth takes me in, I can hear the universe singing to us.

Yes. It’s that good.

My fingers slide into his hair and as much as I want to watch him, the force of my orgasm makes me shut my eyes.

“So good!” I cry out as I flood his mouth with my cum. And unlike that time in the car, I’m not confused or shy about it, I know we both want it. My heart is rattling in my chest, and I can barely catch my breath as his clever tongue strokes my softening dick.

I love him. I love him so much.

Chapter 21

I wake up to the scent of coffee and vanilla.

The mattress is a bit harder than mine, with bedding that’s kind of rough to the touch, but it smells like the most heavenly person on the planet, all mint, and rosemary, and musk.

My eyes pop open, and all I see is green as carnivorous plants stare at me from shelves attached to the walls. I feel like I’m in a greenhouse, only the air isn’t at all humid, with a breeze coming in through the window.

I’m feeling lazy, as if I’m still exhausted after all the stress, and then joy of last night, but when I hear the clink of plates in the kitchen, it’s a signal for me to roll out of bed.

There wasn’t much time for talking before we fell asleep, but for once I’m not nervous about my sexuality or the attraction I have for my best friend. There are things I want to share with Cass, but it’s no longer giving me a stomach ache.

I stop by my room to grab a pair of pajama pants, but then walk straight into the kitchen, stretching on the way.

“Good morning,” I say between one yawn and another, all too aware that I sound like a lovesick puppy.

Cass looks up from his mug.

He’s so gorgeous with short dark waves of hair framing his features, and his chest bared to reveal beautiful skin and muscle. But his smile is what truly captivates me, and I freeze, unsure what to do.

He chuckles and crosses the distance between us, pressing his mouth to mine.

“Good morning.”

Butterflies flutter their wings inside my chest, and wrapping my arm around his waist is the most natural thing on the planet. I lean into the kiss, unable to take my eyes off the green in his irises.

I want to feel him against me again. All of him. But for now, I settle for running my fingers up his spine.

“Are you making waffles? I thought I was the Waffle King of this house.”

Cass’s nose rubs against mine in a way that makes the butterflies do backflips in my stomach. “You are, but you looked so cute I didn’t want to wake you up. Plus, I’m sure you’re absolutely exhausted after using up all that energy last night,” he says and presses me against the counter.

As light-headedness sets in, I realize no one has ever behaved like this toward me, but while it’s new, I can’t help feeling both pleased and shy.

I suppose I shouldn’t expect anything else, considering I’m no longer the designated man of the relationship. Which might come with a bit of a learning curve, but I was happy to suck his dick last night, so I should have probably gotten the memo by now.

I run my hands up his chest, exploring this new position I find myself in. I’m with a man. But it’s not just any man. It’s my Cass. We’ve touched each other sometimes, but not in a way that suggested anything beyond friendship. Now, he’s exuding a sexual energy I can’t get enough of.