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And he does. We both groan, panting against each other’s lips as he sinks inside inch by glorious fucking inch. Dillon rocks his forehead against mine, looking down our bodies at where we’re connected.

I don’t like the look in his eyes when his find me again, so I close mine and tilt my head back, offering him my throat. He doesn’t disappoint, sucking and biting the sensitive column as he takes me, rough and fast, on his dresser.

Tuesday, I try spin again. I manage fifteen minutes before waving at Ian and slinking out of the class.

Wednesday, Dillon sucks my dick while slowly opening my hole for him. It’s sublime. It’s torture.

“Still so tight, baby, so warm.” His fingers stroke, gliding over my insides and scissoring me open gently. Did I mention he had me tied up to his headboard? He didn’t like how urgent I was to have him. He wanted to slow down.

He finds the most sensitive spot inside me at the same time he sucks on the head of my cock like it’s the most delicious sucker he’s ever tasted. “Give me your cum, Emerson.”

And I do.

To: EBStyles

From: DMont95

Subject: you

Why don't you come over tonight? I just want to kiss you. No rule breaking if we don't have sex, right? How about a movie?

Thursday is the longest day that has ever been in existence. It takes me two melatonin and a miracle from the Universe to fall asleep.

Friday, Dillon is already naked, stroking his cock when I climb in. The first round is rough and fast, and Dillon groans when he comes inside me. “Don’t leave yet. Give me five minutes, and we can go again.”

I huff a laugh, sweaty against his chest. He presses a smirk into my neck, then kisses his way over my chest, swiping his tongue in the hollows of my collar bones. I hum, spreading my thighs more and loving that he hasn’t pulled out of me.

I love the way he fills me completely, and I really, really love the low moan he gives when I squeeze around him.

“I’m not ready for the weekend,” he says, then places a single kiss on my throat before leaning up and looking down at me.

I blink several times and clear my throat. We don’t do a lot of this…talking, thing. Not while we're naked.

“Why? You get two days off from work and don’t have to deal with me. Win, win.”

He doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t smirk.

There are truths dancing around us, and I’m not ready to look. So I lean up to snag his lip between my teeth and grab his hips, pulling him into me.

“Just fuck me, Dillon.”

And he does.

To: EBStyles

From: DMont95

Subject: you’re killing me

I really wish I could call you, just to talk. Remember what that is? Talking. Something you normally love to do.

I officially fucking hate weekends. Miss you, Em.

I’m proud of my restraint. Apparently, Dillon isn’t the only one who can show some level of control. Mine may only be able to be activated when Dillon is out of sight, but still.

I manage to make it until Monday night, unfucked and salivating at just the thought of having him again.

He’s fully dressed and pacing his bedroom when I make it inside. He looks wrecked when he sees me, not happy. Not horny.