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He whimpered. “I sucked you good, didn’t I? I didn’t touch myself, like you said. I was good.”

“So fucking good,” I agreed, dipping down to kiss his slick lips. His tongue flicked out, eager for contact. He slid it along mine, begging with his body for what he needed.

What I was always going to give him.

I broke the kiss and shuffled down the bed. He looked at me with that same desperate plea he’d had in his eyes that first night. Did he really think I’d leave him high and dry?

“Close your eyes,” I ordered.

Just because I could.

He obeyed instantly, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His body quivered under me. Yeah, he was dying for relief, and yet he kept his hands on the pillow beside his head.

“Such a good boy,” I murmured.

He gasped, cock twitching, affected by the words alone. Maybe I couldn’t give Joey the tender love of a boyfriend. Maybe I couldn’t flip a switch and forget the damage he’d done to Dakota, to our entire family.

But I could give him this.

I lowered my mouth over his cock. He surged up, nearly choking me, then jerked back before I could react. “Sorry!” he gasped. “Sorry. I’ll stay still.”

I flicked a look up his body, taking in his heaving chest, hard rosy nipples, glazed eyes, and flushed face. His wet lips. Messy hair. Damn. What a picture he made. If I hadn’t just come, I’d come again, just looking at the desperation laid out before me.

I slowly slid my mouth up his shaft until only the tip remained on my tongue. Just to test him. His hips twitched beneath my fingers, but he didn’t move.

I met his eyes, holding contact, as I sucked gently on his cockhead.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “Kit, please.”

He asked so prettily. How could I deny him? I plunged down, taking him deep, and he cried out hoarsely, cock pulsing over my tongue. Warm cum slid down my throat. I swallowed it as quickly as I could.

I wasn’t someone who loved the experience, but it was worth it when shudders wracked Joey’s body. He shook and moaned, face twisted, before slumping back into the bed.

I sat back and wiped my face, my body humming with satisfaction. His orgasm had been almost as pleasurable to me as mine had.

“Are you always like this, or is it just for me?” I mused.

His eyes opened a slit. “What do you mean?”

I nodded toward his hands, still on the pillow where I’d left him. “Me bossing you around. Telling you what you can and can’t do. That got you hot. Well, that and telling you what a good boy you are.”

A blush spread across his chest and into his face—exertion from sex or embarrassment at being called out?

“I like it, Joey. As long as you’re not still trying to punish yourself. I told you, I don’t want to be that guy.”

He blew out a breath. “Not, it’s not like that. I don’t know. It’s just a relief to stop thinking, you know? To let someone else decide what happens to my body for a while.”

“Hmm.”

“We don’t have to do it that way,” he muttered, turning his head to look at the wall.

“Look at me,” I said.

He turned back, a bit of defiance in his glare. There was the brat I’d spotted earlier. I dipped down and kissed his sulky lips. “I said I liked it, didn’t I?”

He relaxed a fraction. “You don’t mind?”

“It was hot.” I kissed him again. “So good.”