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“Think about it,” he says easily. “Micah could put in the good word for you too.”

I drag my lips over the side of his neck, wincing a little at the contact because I forgot about my lip, but pushing through the pain because he smells so good. He feels so good.

I think he’s done talking too because he’s started breathing heavier, pushing his ass back against my now rock-hard dick, sliding along it and making me leak through my underwear.

“Okay, enough talking,” he says, breathless.

“What do you have in mind?” I ask as I kiss the side of his neck and thrust my cock in between his fabric-covered ass. The material is soft and feels good but not as good as I know his bare skin would feel.

“I want you inside me.” His hands go to my arm that’s wrapped around his chest, squeezing gently and holding me tight to him. “Just like this.”

My breath catches. I know we were getting close to this. He’s hinted at it a lot lately, but still, my nerves kick in.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh, you’re going to hurt me.” His tone is teasing as he turns enough to be looking at me. I can feel those eyes on me now. “But I’m going to fucking love it.”

I lick my lips hungrily and lean forward to kiss him hard. “Grab the lube,” I growl against his lips.

This is happening.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

jonah

This is not really how I thought tonight was going to go. I mean if I’m being honest, maybe I did think that at the beginning of the day. But after the massive fistfight and the, you know, being disqualified from State thing . . .

Yeah, this was the last thing I thought would be happening, but it’s exactly what we both need right now.

Because tomorrow . . . tomorrow is going to be a shit show. I just know it. I don’t know how I do, but I do. His parents were at that game. There will be questions.

Whether he chooses to answer is totally up to him. I meant what I said, I’ll go along with anything to keep him. Talking about college and the possibility of him going with me . . . I shouldn’t get my hopes up.

I know he doesn’t want to let go of his family, but if they cut ties? It’s selfish and probably a little wrong, but part of me wants that. I don’t think they’re ever going to be a real family to him. With no conditions or obligations.

He should be loved. He is loved. He just may not know it yet.

“Are you sure about this?” His soft whisper near my ear sends tingles all the way down my spine as my body melts into him. He’s been fingering me for what feels like forever, pushing sticky, slick lube into my waiting hole. Three fingers now.

Stretching me. Making me ache in all the best ways. I forget all about my nose being sore and my hands and my body aching from the fight earlier. All that matters right now is this.

I know he’s nervous about hurting me, and yeah, his gigantic cock will hurt, no matter what, but I crave it like none other.

I need this badly. “I want you,” I say honestly, pushing back against his slick fingers. They dance over my prostate but just a fleeting, teasing touch. Not enough to send me over. Just enough to make me sweat and curse and beg for more.

His free hand is on my hip, holding me still as I push back against him.

“Please. I need you,” I say, and finally, he pulls his fingers out, leaving me wanton and aching. Begging to be filled.

I hear the lube cap again. He’s adding it to his cock before tossing the bottle and then positioning himself at my slick hole.

“Please,” I whisper again.

He starts to press inside, but I clench, and he stops, though he doesn’t pull away. He trusts that I want this as his kisses the back of my neck and my shoulders, whispering words of encouragement and telling me to let him in. Slowly, he works his way into my body as I do my best to relax.

It feels like I’m being ripped apart, stuffed full and like it will never fit, but soon enough he’s fully inside me. He lets me adjust, knowing my body. Reading me like a book. And then he pulls back just enough and pushes slowly back in.

He takes one of my legs and encourages me to lift it, to open myself for him as his fingers dig into the skin of my thigh. I start to move with him. I hold my hand back at an awkward angle, begging him to lick it.