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“Oh fuck. Arran. Oh god.”

His lips slant over mine as he kisses me, his tongue insisting on gaining entrance to my mouth as I clamp down around his cock. I am a very good girl. I do everything I’m supposed to do, I pay my bills on time, and I save my money.

Right now? I desperately want Arran to fill me up with his cum.

I squeal with need as I squirt around his dick, and Arran shudders as he begins to fuck his cum into me. I can feel the warmth of it as he fills me and I gasp as I shudder.

“You have one more for me, don’t you?” he whispers, pulling out of me and kissing down my body.

“We don’t have time,” I moan.

“Yeah, we do. I’m going to eat my cum out of your sweet cunt, baby. One more. You can do it.”

I whimper as he spreads my thighs wide and settles himself between them. His tongue is insistent as he shoves it inside my entrance, licking into me as I writhe. He’s been teasing me about getting a tongue piercing, and I think the man would kill me.

His oral game is already enough to make me pass out. He knew it was possible, but the first time it happened during sex, I didn’t come back to consciousness for a few minutes. He had my phone in his hand, ready to call my mom and yelled in fear when I touched his hand. Needless to say, I scared the fuck out of him.

He doesn’t freak out as badly anymore when I pass out from orgasms, but now he’s ready with water and a pinch of salt once I wake up. It’s just the reality of really good sex for me.

His blue eyes are dark with desire as his beard grazes against my skin, and I clamp my hand over my mouth as I ride his face. His lips curve wickedly as his tongue steals back every drop of his cum, and his thumb rolls over my swollen clit. My chest heaves as I hurl over the cliff of my orgasm, and I stifle my screams.

I didn’t think I’d be able to do this, but Arran simply knows how to make me. The combination of watching him as he ate me out definitely didn’t hurt. I flop my arms out as I watch him slowly crawl up my body and he kisses me thoroughly before he heads into my bathroom.

Zayn hasn’t knocked on my door yet, but that’s only because it’s my birthday. He’s going to try really hard to let me get up on my own. I push myself up to a sitting position, closing my eyes against the dizziness.

“Water, salt, breathe,” a deep voice says in my ear, his fingers tapping my lips to open.

“Mmmm.” It’s almost a whine as I let him drop salt into my mouth to dissolve and then I suck on my straw to swallow it down. Orgasms came before hydration this morning.

It helps pretty quickly and I open my eyes to find Arran smiling at me.

“My fault,” he murmurs, kissing my temple. He’s already dressed, and I realize I’ve been lounging in bed for longer than I thought. “What do you need to do?”

“Bathroom,” I sigh. “I need to shower before I go to breakfast with Zayn. That’ll also help distract him from fixating on when I’m getting up because he’ll be able to hear the water running.”

“Up we go.” Arran helps me stand slowly, but the spins are held at bay by the salt. It’ll last long enough for me to shower, and then I’ll need more electrolytes and water to get through brushing my teeth and dressing.

I need to take my day in bite sized pieces and always have, even with how much better I feel.

“What are your plans for today?” he asks, following me into the bathroom to watch as I turn on the water. I wait a minimal amount of time before getting in and responding.

“I really don’t know,” I confess. “My family has been really quiet about who is planning to come into town for my birthday. I know I want to go to breakfast, and then I’ll decide from there with Zayn. I’m really glad today falls on a weekend.”

“I’m surprised Emil isn’t leading the charge for your day,” Arran chuckles.

Arran got really drunk with my family while I slept on Zayn’s birthday and apparently they decided that they didn’t hate him. Emil says my boyfriend spilled every single thing he’s ever done going back to when he stole a key chain from a store when he was five years old. Rachelle says that Arran is sweet and can hold his whiskey, and she likes the way he checked on me as they talked. He also insisted on sleeping in bed with me and went into work hung over.

Emil didn’t tell me anything else about what Arran said, but admitted that he seems nice enough. I was shocked, because those words are glowing praise from my grandfather.

“He had to work and he’s traveling between houses. My family refuses to let me spend my birthday alone. Someone always comes, but I rarely find out until the day of,” I admit. “Zayn and I can get up to trouble until one of them finds me.”

“Why do I feel as if you mean that they’ll literally find you?” Arran mumbles.

I hurry through my shower with a giggle, and he helps me dry off.

“You’re pressed for time. What do you need before I escape?” he asks.

“My water bottle, please. Umm and more salt.”