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His thrusts grew even stronger than his kisses as he slammed into me, hitting that spot over and over and over. I felt like I was on the downward end of a roller coaster, my stomach lurching into my throat as adrenaline spiked through every corner of my body.

He hefted me higher, shifting our weight, granting him better leverage and an even better angle.

And damn, if his dancer’s legs weren’t strong.

In.

Out.

Deeper.

Faster.

Sweat rolled down his delicious chest.

I reached up and squeezed, needing to feel his muscular form as he pushed and pressed.

His hand, slick with lube and sweat, wrapped around my cock.

He shoved inside me.

He stroked.

And stroked.

And shoved.

And thrust.

And stroked.

“ADRIAN!”

“I’m getting close, too!”

“Fuck! Shit. Faster! Right there! Fucking fill me, Adrian. I want you. Damn it, I want all of you.”

He shoved harder.

Faster.

His grip tightened.

My balls ached.

“I’m—”

He slammed into me and shouted, “Brendan, I’m coming!”

But I didn’t hear him.

My own ecstasy was already flowing, rope after rope, coating his chest and my stomach as I felt his warmth fill the condom inside me.

Chapter 25

Adrian

My mother called five days after I asked Brendan to stay and he set his jacket back on the stool. I was happy in a way that frightened me. That is not a figure of speech.