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Once he was successful at getting my fly unfastened, he tugged on my belt loops, urging me to lift my hips and let him pull my jeans further down. I gasped a little when he took my boxer briefs with my jeans, breath hitching, desperate to feel his hand on my aching cock, which was exposed and leaking, precum beading at the tip.

A moment later, Ellis pulled his cock completely out of his own boxers and moved it to rest against mine. He dipped back down to kiss me as he wrapped one broad hand around both our lengths and began to stroke.

I groaned at the contact and arched my back before thrusting into his grip. My nipples tightened, aching to be touched, but instead of touching myself, I ran a hand up Ellis’s strong chest. My fingers found one peaked nipple and teased at it, gently at first, testing the waters.

When Ellis groaned, I took it as encouragement and pinched him lightly, rolling his nipple between my fingers. “Fuck.” The word burst from him, his hips bucking and his cock gliding against mine, our combined precum making the crowns of both of our cocks slick.

With my free hand, I reached up and slid my fingers into Ellis’s long, black hair and tightened my grip. A pleased hum rumbled through his chest. His fist worked both of us together, building momentum, causing heat to course through my body, lighting me up from the inside. He twisted his wrist at the peak and tightened his grip as he stroked down, pressing us closer together. That sensation alone nearly sent me over the edge.

“God,” I breathed. “Yeah.”

He smiled against my lips. “Yeah?” He repeated the motion.

My response came out tight, stilted and needy. “Yes. Please.”

Ellis worked our cocks, stroking them firmly, and I pinched and teased his nipple. Our mouths stayed together, our tongues stroking and exploring. It was intense and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on.

Heat banked in my groin, radiating out from my cock to my tightening balls and through my chest. I didn’t want to come too soon, but I knew my orgasm was close. Ellis moaned into my mouth and his stroking sped up, his cock thickening and getting harder still against mine. He was teetering on the edge, I could tell.

“Please,” I repeated. “More. I’m—” I lost the ability to speak, my orgasm too close to let me do anything except groan and pant into the kiss.

“Me too,” he assured me. A second later, Ellis’s orgasm racked his body, his hips bucking as his cock pulsed, coating his hand and splashing on my stomach.

I came immediately after, the heat of his orgasm too much to stand, my own climax wrenching through me, drawing my balls up even tighter, my breath catching in my chest. Ellis devoured my mouth as I came, stroking us gently through the aftershocks, his fist slick and wet, the scent of sex in the air as my mind cleared and the waves subsiding.

Slowly, Ellis released both of us, giving me another kiss before standing. “I’ll be right back.” A moment later, the water in the kitchen sink turned on and I could hear the sounds of Ellis washing his hands. Once he was done, he returned with a kitchen towel, warm and damp, his jeans back in place, looking almost as if nothing had ever happened. I started to take the towel from him, but he shook his head. “I’ve got you,” he said softly, in a way that sounded more gentle and tender than I’d ever heard Ellis speak.

He wiped my stomach and cleaned me up, gentle and deliberate, pressed one last, tender kiss to my mouth, grabbed his shirt, and left the room with the towel, presumably to put it in his dirty clothes hamper or something.

While he was gone, I sat up and put myself back together, tucking myself into my jeans, fastening them, and running my hands through my hair in an effort to look as collected as Ellis had.

Chapter Eighteen

Ellis

Itook the dirty towel and rinsed it thoroughly before returning it to my bedroom to throw into the hamper. Once that was done, I made another stop at the bathroom, pulling on my shirt and staring at myself in the mirror, running my fingers through my hair several times to get it back into place and taking a few deep breaths to re-center myself.

All I could think about was the way Kieran had felt under me as I’d straddled him, his cock in my hand pressed against my own aching length, the way his cheeks flushed as he’d gotten closer and closer to the edge. I kept remembering the sweet, desperate way he’d tried to warn me he was close and the taste of his mouth on mine. After a few moments, I realized I’d been standing in the bathroom for far too long, and I took one last breath before heading back into the living room.

Kieran was sitting on the couch again, pillows rearranged a little in what I was sure was an effort to make it look less like we’d just fucked there—though I seriously doubted Lena would notice anything was different if she was basing her observation exclusively on the appearance of the pillows. He was fully clothed and looked like he was trying hard to act as normal as possible. The only giveaway that anything had changed was the way he bit the swell of his bottom lip and the redness of his cheeks.

“Hi,” he murmured.

I grinned, trying hard not to look like the lust-drunk fool that I definitely was in that moment. Instead, I looked at my feet briefly before making eye contact again. “Can I sit?” When Kieran nodded, I sank down on the far end of the couch, giving him space, in case he needed it. We were both silent for a few moments. Finally, I spoke. “Well, that was…”

He gave me a warm chuckle and his cheeks flared a deeper pink with blush. “Yeah.”

God, he was adorable like this. I wanted to pull him across the couch and into my lap, to kiss him breathless again, to pull his shirt off and run my hands over the planes of his chest and back. But I also wanted to assure him that it was okay, that we were okay, that nothing had to change between us, it didn’t have to happen again, not if he didn’t want it to. I wasn’t exactly seeking out a relationship, and Lena would probably melt down if she knew that I’d fooled around with her best friend. All that considered, though… I definitely wanted it to happen again.

We made eye contact again and his smile grew, his hazel eyes bright. I couldn’t make myself look away. Kieran’s tongue darted out and wet his lower lip and it took enormous self-restraint not to lunge across the couch and capture his mouth with my own again.

Before we could say anything else, the front door opened and Lena burst in. “You guys will never believe my day,” she announced, slipping out of her work heels and sinking into a chair.

I cleared my throat and forced myself to focus my attention on her. “Tell us about it,” I said.

Lena frowned, her brow dipping. “You want to hear about it? Really?”

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d asked her about her work and my chest burned with shame. “Yeah, of course.”