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“Holy fucking hell,” I muttered.

Pants now hugging my ankles, his fingers wrapped around my shaft as he began sucking me, taking my whole cock down his throat as if he’d been born for just that. I was already seeing stars, and I wasn’t even properly naked.

He pulled back, spit on my head, then dove back down. His hand gripped my balls, squeezing and tugging. My cock jolted in his mouth, the skin so stretched I thought it might split.

Still, his head bobbed. His other hand rose, gripping my chest, squeezing my muscles. My head fell back against the couch cushions. I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe.

“Dante, shit—”

He let me go, rising and holding out a hand to help me up. I cleared my head and gripped his wrist. Once standing, I kicked my pants aside and stripped off my socks while he did the same. My head came up just in time to see his dick say, “Hello,” as his pants fell.

“Oh, shit. I . . . I’m actually scared now.”

He chuckled, then gripped the base of his cock, somehow making it look even more massive. “You two are gonna be good friends, Mark. I know you are.”

“I like friends. Friends are good. Friends are really good.” I swallowed. “Friends don’t spear other friends’ lungs, though. Can you tell him that? Make sure he understands?”

He laughed and let go. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

I smiled weakly. “So I’ve been told.”Dante shook his head. “Take me to bed or lose me forever.”

“Dear God, not movie quotes. You’ll kill the mood.”

His eyes narrowed. “Fine. Get your furry ass into the bedroom so I can pound you back into the eighties. Better?”

I blinked a few times, rapidly, as another gulp struggled to clear the path.

But I nodded rapidly as I took his hand and led us down the hall toward my bedroom.

Chapter 19

Dante

Icould almost hear Mark gulping again as we stepped through his bedroom doorway. It took all my self-control not to laugh again. Poor guy. He really didn’t know what he’d signed up for, but I was about to show him. All my doubts, my fears, my worries about walls and their bullshit vanished the moment I’d stripped his shirt off. This was my man. Mine. I’d waited years for him, and I wasn’t waiting a minute longer.

I kissed his neck as we crossed the threshold. As he approached the bed, I nibbled his earlobe. He shrugged me off, but I heard a giggle.

Mark Delgado, rugged, muscular, and tough Mark, giggled.

It was the greatest sound I’d ever heard.

I was done playing nice, done being gentle, done asking for what I wanted. I grabbed his shoulders and spun him to face me, then I planted both palms on his chest and shoved. Startled, he fell backward onto the bed, cock flopping, eyes wide. No sooner than he’d settled, I was on him, my body smothering his, my mouth devouring his lips.

He was leaking again. So was I. Our slickness mingled as I ground my hips.

Mark moaned into my mouth. I growled into his.

I grabbed his wrists in both hands and yanked them over his head. His eyes widened again. I kicked his legs wide, forcing them up, allowing myself between them.

His eyes widened further.

My cock found his hole and rubbed against it. He puckered. I pushed. He moaned again.

“I want you, Mark. I want all of you.”

“Fuck, Dante, I want you so bad.”

Still pinning his wrists, I kissed his neck, nibbling along the way. He twitched each time my teeth teased his skin. Lower to his collarbone, then across to his shoulders, then I dove into his pits.