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“Wild.” He shakes his head. “Never would’ve guessed. But I gotta say, Dyl. Seeing you like this? All obedient and shit?” He grips his cock through the boxers, giving it a hard squeeze. “It’s doing it for me.”

Heat pools low in my gut. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah. Big-time.” His thumb drags over the wet spot, pressing the fabric against the head. “You wanna help with that?”

“Tell me how.”

His grin fades. That dark look settles back in. He hooks a thumb into his waistband and pulls it down just enough to show the wet head of his cock. “What do you think? You’re the maid. Your job is to clean up messes.”

I don’t have to be told twice. I duck my head and lap at the slick coating the tip. Fuck, I missed this. One taste and I’m right back there. Can you get addicted to a cock after one hit? Because I’ve been fiending for this all week.

His abs clench. Air hisses through his teeth. He pushes the waistband down further, revealing more and more, and I follow with my tongue, licking every inch as it appears, tracing the thick vein running up the underside.

“That’s it,” he breathes. “Lick it clean.”

When he’s fully out, I stuff that massive log of meat into my throat in one go, gagging and tearing up all over again. This is what I’ve been starving for all week. The burn in my throat feels like coming home. There were days I thought I’d never get this again, and that thought messed me up more than I’d like to admit.

But thank fuck, here we are. Brandon’s back in my throat where he belongs.

I look up at him through wet eyes, spit bubbling at the corners of my mouth, nose buried in his pubic hair. This is the view that’s been burning a hole in my brain. His abs locked up tight. Bottom lip caught between his teeth. Those hazel eyes locked on my face, watching me struggle to swallow every inch of him.

“That’s it, choke on it. Sloppy little cocksucker. You look so fucking good with a dick in your mouth.”

I moan around him, and he grins.

“Yeah, you love that. Being my slut. Now get to work.”

I grab his thighs and start bobbing aggressively, taking him to the back of my throat on every downstroke. Drool runs down my chin and drips onto his balls. I love it. Love the ache in my jaw. Love the sting in my throat. Love how heavy he sits on my tongue, pulsing against the roof of my mouth, getting harder with each sloppy pass.

Every few strokes, I pull off just long enough to gasp, strings of spit stretching between my lips and his cock, then dive back in. I can hear myself slurping like I’m sucking the last of a milkshake through a straw. Wet, desperate, hungry sounds I never in my life thought I’d make around a cock. Let alone my best friend’s.

But I think I’m a natural at this. Not to brag, but not many people, guys or girls, could take Brandon’s cock like this. You need a throat like a tunnel and the gag reflex of a sword swallower to get this monster down. Turns out I’ve got both.

“That fucking feather keeps tickling my stomach.” He yanks the headband off my head and flings it across the room. “There. Better.”

With the headband gone, he grabs a fistful of my hair and shoves my head into his lap. All the way down. My nose crushed against him, his entire cock wedged in my throat, cutting off my air. He holds me there. Five seconds. Ten. My throat clenches around him. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on the feel of him buried so deep I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. His hands on my skull, pinning me down, owning me. And the dizziness spreading through my head has nothing to do with the lack of air. It’s him. It’s all him.

He rips my head up just as black spots crowd my vision. I gasp, lungs screaming, coughing, spit and tears flying. He gives me two seconds to suck down a ragged breath before shoving me back down. Then starts fucking my throat like he’s mad at me.

“Too much? Hm? Too much dick for you, Dylan?”

I try to shake my head, but with his fist in my hair and his cock stuffing my airway, all that comes out is a wet, choked gurgle.

“Good.” He yanks me up by the hair, then shifts on the bed, sliding down against the headboard and pulling his knees up. “Lick my balls.”

The new angle puts everything on display. His heavy sac hangs between his spread thighs, and below it is a dark crease I’ve never seen this close on another guy.

I don’t hesitate. I bury my face between his legs, pressing my lips against his balls, tasting sweat and skin. The flesh is soft here, loose and wrinkled, and when I suck one into my mouth and roll it on my tongue, Brandon’s thigh clamps against my cheek.

“Both. Get them soaked.”

I open wide and stuff them both in, bathing them with my tongue, worshipping the part of him I’ve been dying to drain since this whole thing started. Back when it was still a bet. Back when cracking meant losing.

When I let them slide out, I keep going. Lapping further back. The tender strip of skin behind his sac. Further still. My tongue finds the tight pucker of his hole.

Brandon grabs the top of my head and shoves me back. “Whoa. Nope. Nuh-uh.”

“Sorry.” I sit back on my heels, wiping my slick mouth. “Got carried away.”