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“Uh-huh.” I push back so he’ll enter me.

Instead, he kneels on the floor behind me and laps at my rim until my shoulders relax. He’s warm and cautious and careful, and it’s not enough.

“More,” I growl, and he obliges by burying his face in my cheeks and sucking my hole. An animalistic grunt punches up from my gut, traveling out my throat while I vibrate. It’s nothing I’ve felt before. Toys can’t mimic Sky’s tongue, lips, teeth, and sounds. He spears past my rim, pushing his tongue inside, enjoying me as his last and favorite meal.

We find a rhythm that brings us both higher. Wet sucking sounds punctuated with his moans and mine, creating the most beautiful music.

I need to come.

This should last forever.

My cock is weeping for attention.

Reading my mind, Sky strokes me, but I bat his hand away.

“I’ll come,” I threaten, uncertain if I should beg or draw it out.

His laugh fills my ears, akin to wind chimes tinkling in the breeze, then morphs into greedy groans.

Sky tongue-fucks my ass, and my arousal spreads with the speed of wildfire. I’m consumed by him with no regrets, aching to burn to ash at his command. I’m a raging inferno ready to explode.

I whimper.

“You’re so good for me, Mav. Saving yourself so I can eat your pretty ass until we come. You close?” he asks, and I whimper again.

I’m choking on air, unable to get it into my lungs. My brain is static, and my body his to own. Sky swears, and with his face pressed against me, he fumbles for something in the table drawer.

My mouth opens to plead, “Don’t stop,” but they’re garbled sounds instead of words. My ass clamps around his tongue, and lightning strikes my veins. My vision blurs, and I’m only partially aware of Sky turning me over.

I whine as his mouth leaves me, but it’s replaced with a slick finger. Sky swallows my cock down his throat and gulps at the ropes of cum I feed him. There are so many simultaneous sensations, but when his finger caresses my prostate, he depletes my balls and my brain short-circuits.

Sky owns me.

Body and soul.

When I return to myself, I’m in Sky’s lap and he’s carding his fingers through my hair. I’m boneless and sitting up is a chore, but it’s time to suck all the sense out of him.

“Stay still. Pretty sure you blacked out.” Sky’s warm palm puts pressure on my chest, and I collapse on him.

“Your turn,” I slur.

“Arion, you gave me my turn.” I must look confused because Sky continues. “Your ass spasmed and your cum spurted out like a pressure washer. I came faster than a ballerina whirling at a Broadway audition.”

“Love your dirty talk,” I mumble, and pout because I didn’t get his cum. “It’s not fair; I didn’t taste you.”

“Make you a deal: When you can wiggle your toes, you can lick me clean.” He places an open-mouthed kiss on my forehead.

I barely move my toes. “Almost there,” I say proudly.

“Can’t wait,” he murmurs, and I flush with anticipation.

Our silence becomes an extension of a blissed-out haze, where time ceases and we only exist within each other.

My heart beats a steady rhythm of “Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t leave me.”

“Mav?” Sky asks cautiously, and my eyes fly open. “Why would I leave you?”

A million answers slide through my brain faster than a puck on ice. I can’t lie, but the truth is so stupid. The silence stretches taut and fragile.