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“Gonna kiss every freckle,” he murmured.

I sucked in a breath. “That’s ambitious.”

He grinned at me, eyes lighter than I’d seen them since that night in Omaha, and my heart skipped. Shit. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea.

His tongue swirled under my shaft, strumming my frenulum, and I groaned. “Stop torturing me and suck.”

“You can fuck my mouth anytime you want. Just take charge.”

I looked down, and there was a challenge in his eye. He wanted me to be rough with him, didn’t he? I put my hand around his throat, loosely. “Suck me down, Joey. Don’t make me ask again.”

He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing under my hand. I tightened my fingers a fraction. He groaned and surged forward, taking my length into his mouth.

I hissed, head falling back, as heat and pressure enveloped my dick. Joey’s agile tongue stroked me, his lips tightened, and he took me deep, deeper, until I nudged into his throat.

His hands landed on my ass, urging me to thrust. I couldn’t resist now, with so much pleasure swamping me. I forced my eyes open, unwilling to miss the sight of Joey’s lips stretched around my glistening dick.

I thrust deeper into his throat, and he took it without gagging this time, eyes fixed on mine. Still challenging me. There was a little bit of brat in him, wasn’t there? I hadn’t seen it before, not with all the other complicated baggage between us. But I could see it now. He wanted to rile me up, wanted to take his punishment.

“So good with that mouth,” I murmured, noting the hitch of his breath at the words. “You suck me good, Joey, and I might actually let you come.”

He groaned deep, sucking me harder, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I fisted a hand in his hair, yanking him forward as I thrust in, fucking his mouth as roughly as he’d wanted all long.

He reached for his dick, his hand jostling me.

“Don’t you dare make yourself come,” I snarled.

He whimpered, but let go of his shaft.

“Hands where I can see them,” I ordered.

He lifted his hands up, resting them on the pillow on either side of his head. I closed my hands around each wrist, holding them there. Not tightly enough he couldn’t move if he wanted. Just enough to give the illusion of control.

His eyes closed, his expression relaxing despite the cock lodged in his throat. He loved this. Needed it, maybe? He’d been so confident and assertive that night we first hooked up. I didn’t know which came naturally to him. Was he still trying to punish himself—or did he truly prefer to submit like this?

There was no mistaking the relief and pleasure on his face as I pressed his hands down and took charge of his body.

Tension wound through me, and my balls drew up.

“Fuck, I’m—” I gasped out.

He made an encouraging noise.

Then I was flooding his mouth. He swallowed around me, drawing out the pleasure, but he couldn’t keep up with the tide of my orgasm. Cum overflowed his mouth, seeping out the corners and trickling over his chin.

I shuddered. So fucking hot.

Joey arched, his hard cock brushing against the back of my thigh.

I drew out of his mouth, and he gulped in air.

“Please,” he rasped.

“Please, what?”

He groaned. “Please, Kit. Please let me come.”

I pretended to think it over while he squirmed under me. “Why should I?”