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He slid his hand under the waistband of my briefs and down around me, drawing my hard, already leaking cock out so he could stroke me gently, firmly, as he kissed between my shoulder blades. “Maybe you like me a little.”

“Landry,” I moaned, pushing in and out of his hand, loving the feel of his fingers, the tug, the slide.

“Take these off,” he asked, pushing on my jeans.

I followed directions, shucking them off, kicking them away from me.

“Spread your legs.”

I heard the snap of the bottle right before cold, slick gel slid between my cheeks. He had brought it with him, intent on this seduction. I moaned as I felt the hand pushing me down, and I leaned farther forward, widening my stance to give him what he wanted and what I suddenly craved.

His finger breached me, sliding easily, and I moaned loudly as he touched my gland.

“You don’t get to always say what I need,” he told me, his breath in my ear, hot and wet. “I know what I need, Trev, and I need to show you that I’m okay. I need to feel you around me, holding me… I need you.”

I gasped as he added a second finger, pushing, stroking, scissoring even as his left hand fisted around my cock.

“God, your ass is so beautiful,” he told me, and I felt his cock rub over my crease. “Tell me it’s mine.”

“Yours,” I managed to get out, lifting up even as I felt the head slide between my cheeks.

“Oh God.” The husky moan was torn from his throat as he pushed into me. He instantly gave up stroking my shaft, instead grabbing hold of my hips and pulling out only to drive back in deeper and harder, the pain exquisite with the sharp edge of pleasure before the heat spread and became a throbbing heartbeat of want.

I tried to lift up, but his hand shoved me back down, and I knew from the grunts that accompanied the thrusts, the groans that followed the retreat, that he was watching his dick slide in and out of my ass.

“Is it good?” I asked, so close to coming, teetering on the edge of it as I milked my cock, rougher with my body than Landry ever was.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he growled, clasping my left ass cheek hard, his nails digging into my skin before he abandoned his hold on my right hip and grabbed the other cheek, pushing them roughly apart. “You’re so tight, Trev, you should see your hole suck me in. God, I’m gonna come just looking at you.”

I felt my balls tighten, and I knew I would give anything if he could just not stop what he was doing. I pushed back into him, bracing my hands on the edge of the sink, letting my head drop down between my arms.

The sound that came from him was like a cry and a moan and like crowing all together, my submission totally doing it for him. He pounded into me, harder, deeper, and I lost myself as I came, splattering the cabinets and the floor as I called his name.

“Oh fuck, Trevan,” he hissed out, my muscles—I knew because I could feel it—fisting around him tight, clasping hard, my orgasm making me want to hold him still as my release sent chills through my body.

He bucked forward, jolting me as I shuddered with aftershocks. When he suddenly froze, I felt him come, pumping me full of hot, thick liquid until it was running down the insides of my thighs.

“Trevan,” he said, collapsing over me, giving me his weight, knowing I could hold us both up.

It took long minutes before the shuddering stopped, before I could lift up, before he eased out of my body and I sagged forward against the counter.

“Baby,” he whispered, and I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

Straightening up, I turned to him and he lunged, his arms going around my neck as he clung to me, his face pressed into my throat.

I hugged him tight, petting his hair, my other hand locked around his back.

“I didn’t hurt you.”

“You never hurt me,” I assured him.

“I used to.”

“But not in so long.”

“You promise?”

I nodded.