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The words resonated inside. I knew he didn’t mean them, not beyond some sex talk. But I was his. I’d been his since the day we’d met, really.

He wouldn’t ever love me. He’d the same as said it. He couldn’t look at me and see anything but what I’d done to his sister. He wouldn’t forgive. But that was okay. I didn’t need his forgiveness.

This was a pretty good consolation prize.

Kit flicked his tongue over the top of my cock, making my thoughts scatter. Then he took me into his mouth, slowly, using his tongue to stroke me, getting me wetter before sliding me deeper.

I moaned helplessly as sweet heat and pressure enveloped me. My fingers delved into his hair, but I only stroked it, determined to let him set the pace.

My body burned for more. The urge to buck and thrust was strong, but I resisted, wanting Kit to take exactly what he wanted from me and nothing more.

He sucked me enthusiastically, not taking me deep into his throat, not choking or gagging, but sucking and licking just enough to keep me on the edge.

His free hand slid up to my chest, just feeling me. I bent just enough to suck two of his fingers into my mouth. He made a garbled noise around my cock and drew back.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come with that. Shit.”

I smiled. “Sorry.”

He stood and glared, but there was no real ire behind it. It was completely unlike the glares he’d given me the last time he was here.

“You’re not sorry.”

“Nope.”

“Get on the bed,” he said, reaching for his waistband. “I’m not done with you.”

I crossed the room and crawled into the bed, taking care to give him a good view of my ass as I did so. Clothing rustled behind me. I looked over my shoulder so I could watch.

Kit shed his clothes, and damn, I loved his body. He was a little broader than me, with a strong, built chest and great biceps and a slightly softer belly. He was fit, but he wasn’t a gym rat. It made him more real.

His cock jutted out, flushed a delicate pink rather than the livid purple of mine, and dotted with freckles. I wanted to lick every one of them.

He climbed onto the bed behind me, making my pulse spike. Would he want to fuck my ass? Would I stop him? I’d only done that once before. It hadn’t been great. But it hadn’t been the best circumstances either. Just some experimentation out of curiosity with a stranger. Everything with Kit was different.

He cupped my ass, then slid his hands up my flanks. “You’re trembling. Do you still want this?”

“Yes,” I said quickly. “Anything.”

He pressed his lips to my tailbone and reached around to fist my cock. “Got any lube?”

I pointed to the side table.

Kit leaned over to get it out, then poured some on his fingers. “I want to come on you,” he murmured. “Is that okay?”

“Uh, sure.”

Instead of pushing the lube into my hole, he stroked some over his cock, then reached around to fist my cock again in a slippery hand. I gasped at the slick slide of his palm.

“Ah yeah, much better,” he murmured, breath gusting against my back.

He stroked my cock, encouraging me to rock and thrust into his fist, while his cock dragged through the crease between my ass cheeks. He didn’t try to push inside.

It didn’t take him long to get me back to the edge. His weight draped over my back, his tight fist around my cock, the prod of his hard-on nudging my balls from behind. It was all too much.

“Kit,” I choked out.

“Do it,” he said. “Come for me.”