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“Yes, DeeDee,” I told him.
His gaze stayed on mine. “What do you want, Alvin?”
I went quiet, grabbed his gorgeous face, and said, “Pretty please put my cock in your tight little mouth. I need it to be you. I want it to be you, Darius.”
He was suddenly breathing harder. Then he nodded. “Okay, Alvy.”
I finished what I’d started, pushing my shorts down enough that there was no pretending anymore about what was happening, and my dick finally realized how incredibly close the very delicious Dee was.
Darius glanced at it. Then immediately looked back at my face like he was trying not to see me grow in size.
“That’s it?” I blurted.
“What?”
“I’ve spent years imagining this moment and you’re not gonna enjoy the view.”
He frowned. “What am I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know. Look impressed? Ogle and ooh and aah at the massive cock in front of your eyeballs.”
His glare dropped again, longer this time, and he visibly swallowed as I pulsated from his tongue peeking out over those pouty lips.
When his dark eyes came back up, there was the smallest fucking smile on his mouth. “Better?”
“You’re an asshole.”
“You’re the one standing half-naked in a locker room criticizing my reaction to your perfect dick at a camp called Camp Dix of all things.”
“Because your reaction lacks enthusiasm and I—” I paused and smiled wider. “I’m sorry? Perfect dick? Aw, Double Dee.”
His hand settled against my hip, and every joke disappeared from my head. Just like that. POOF!
I sucked in a breath.
Darius went still. “Okay. Don’t move. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m sure as hell gonna try to make this good, so just… don’t move, okay?”
I nodded.
His fingers tightened slightly. Then he leaned closer. My entire body locked in place, because I’d wanted this for so long that the reality of it felt almost unbearable.
His mouth brushed me. Just once. Like fucking butterfly wings. Testing and tasting.
My arm flew to his shoulder, my hand locking in a death grip around his tight curls. “Oh, fuck…”
Darius pulled back immediately. “Bad?”
“No.” I practically choked on the word. “No. Fuck. No. Please, Dee. More. I need more. Fuck…”
His eyebrows rose. “Okay. Good.”
“Don’t look so pleased with yourself.”
“You almost fell over,” he hummed.
“I did not.”
“You grabbed me, and I think I see precum.”
