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For a full minute I couldn’t do anything but watch him move down my shaft, my arms hanging limply at my sides, my teeth sinking into my lower lip.

Somehow he managed to huff out an irritated sigh around my cock, then he grabbed my hand and placed it on the back of his head, as if reminding me that I was supposed to be rough and not just stand there like a zombie.

I gripped his hair in my fist and gently pulled him forward, my cock sliding deeper into his mouth, drawing a moan from my chest as my eyes fluttered closed for a moment.

When I opened them again, Andy was glaring up at me and I wasn’t sure exactly why. My gaze shifted to his mouth then back to his eyes, and his expression had relaxed.

“Sorry,” I murmured, realizing he wanted me to watch him suck my cock. And probably wanted me to be more forceful with him. But it was strange for me. I didn’t want to actually hurt him. I had no experience with this outside of the cursory Google search after that day in the classroom, but I knew that there was a difference between pain and injury and I didn’t know how to walk that line yet.

I gripped his hair harder, watching with amazement as the last traces of tension slid from Andy’s face and he relaxed into what was happening. Trusting me to give him what he needed while he took care of me in return.

That was a hell of a lot of responsibility and I didn’t want to let him down.

I pushed my hips toward him, forcing more of myself deeper inside him and he swallowed, the suction almost enough to cause me to come right then, but I made myself hold back, not ready for this to end.

“That’s a good boy,” I whispered, unable to look anywhere but at his mouth stretched wide around my shaft. “Fuck, Andy. Yeah. Take it.”

And he did, swallowing me until his lips reached my body and I could feel his throat squeezing my tip.

I’d expected him to back off, but he held himself there, his throat convulsing around me, tears starting to run down his cheeks as he sat on his heels, his hands gripping my thighs and his gaze on my face.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I whispered, releasing his hair and sliding my hand over his jaw instead.

Somehow he managed to give me a look that conveyed how fucking stupid that question was.

Of course it hurt. That was what he wanted it to do.

“I’m new at this,” I reminded him quietly, before shoving my hips forward into his face and earning a low groan from him that vibrated up my entire cock and caused my balls to seize against my body before spilling my release into his warm, wet mouth.

He pulled off my cock and I lowered myself awkwardly to my knees with my jeans still wrapped around my thighs, grabbing his face in my hands and kissing him deeply, sucking his tongue into my mouth as he clung to me, his body trembling against me.

“That was fucking incredible,” I said as we broke apart, our foreheads resting against each other. “Can I taste you now?”

“Not tonight,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “Sorry.”

I glanced down and noticed a wet spot spreading across the front of his pants and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

“You weren’t kidding,” I said.

“I don’t lie to you,” he said, letting out a shaky breath. “I need to change.”

We both stood up and I tugged my pants back into place as he shucked his off, replacing them with a pair of pajama bottoms.

“It’s pretty late,” I said, climbing up into his bed and lying down, a yawn escaping my mouth as I pulled his blanket up over myself.

“Trevor, you can’t stay,” he complained, staring at me with his hands on his hips.

“Shut up and get in bed,” I demanded, closing my eyes so I couldn’t see him glare at me anymore.

“Trevor, come on. Caitlyn is here. You can’t sleep over.”

“I’m already asleep,” I said. “Shhh…come to bed.”

“I fucking hate you,” he muttered as he turned off the lights. A moment later the mattress dipped and I felt him slide in next to me.

“I know you do, Princess,” I assured him, wrapping an arm over his waist and pulling his side into my chest. “Go to sleep.”

It was the first time in my life I’d ever slept next to someone. And as his heat radiated over me and sleep tugged me under I couldn’t help wondering how I was ever going to be able to sleep alone again.