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Every roll of his hips pressed my cock flat against my stomach and then dragged back, the friction just this side of rough. A groan tore out of me, muffled against his shoulder. “Fuck, Cal.”

“I know.” He dropped his face into the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “Me too.”

His lips moved against my throat—soft at first, then he dragged them up the side of my neck, catching the tendon between his teeth, and my whole body jerked, pleasure shooting down my spine. He sucked at the spot, and I made a sound I’d have been embarrassed about at any other time, with any other person.

He pulled back to look down at me again, sweat beading on his brow. “Can I mark you?”

My head was bobbing up and down before I’d even stopped to think. “Yes. Do it.”

Cally pressed forward again, pulling my skin into his hot, wet mouth, and I felt the suction all the way in my balls. I arched up into him, my hips rocking, my chest heaving, the coil in my gut pulling tighter with every thrust.

He came off me with a pop, his eyes locked on my neck, and groaned, a long, low rumble. “Fuck. Look at you.”

I tilted my head, preening like a fucking peacock, and Cally laughed.

“Such a slut for it.”

“Fuck you,” I panted.

“That’s the idea,” he gritted out, grinding down.

We found a rhythm then—rough, hard, fast, the kind of thing I’d never let myself have before. I’d always held back with women, too aware of my size, of what this body did for a living. But Cally could take it. I could take it. So I gave it to him, and he gave it right back. And yeah, my back protested some, but not enough that I cared to stop.

It was good.

So fucking good.

But the friction had started to chafe, our dicks tacky with pre-cum where they needed to be slick with lube, and I found myself focusing on what didn’t feel right instead of what did.

“I can’t,” I gritted out in frustration. “I can’t get there.”

Instantly, Cally pulled back, retreating several feet down the mattress.

“What? No,” I gasped, pushing back up onto my elbows. “Where are you going?”

“You said you can’t.” His eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

What the⁠—

Oh.

“Cal. I just meant it’s too dry. That’s all.”

“Oh. Right.” He turned his head away, looking toward the closet, the muscle in his jaw ticking. “I didn’t bring any lube.”

“Fuck,” I breathed out, dropping down onto my back with a heavy sigh and draping my arm over my eyes. “Motherfucker.”

“Hey. Open your eyes. I have an idea.”

I pulled my arm away, finding Cally had moved closer.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“A hundred percent,” I answered with zero hesitation. If I didn’t, none of this would be happening. I wasn’t sure there was anyone I trusted more than Hunter Callahan.

He tipped his chin, gesturing for me to scoot back. “Prop yourself up against the headboard.”

It took me a second to figure out what he was proposing. “We can do that?” I asked, even as I moved into position. I might not grasp the mechanics of how this would work, but I was fully on board with trying.