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I swallow thickly and let the hoodie fall back into place.

“Sorry. It was a dumb idea.”

Maybe the issue isn’t with the guys I’m attracted to, but with me. There’s nothing about me worth wanting.

Lynx stalks closer, still not talking, and it’s not until he’s looming over me that I look up. Our eyes meet, the deep history behind his burning for a second before he shuts it all down and climbs onto the bed.

“I’m hesitating,” he says, voice rough and gravelly. “Because I don’t know whether to unwrap you first or eat through the fucking ribbon.”

My cheeks rush with heat. “I hear both will taste good.” I sound breathless, because I definitely am, and the dip in my mood brightens as Lynx grabs the hoodie and shoves it back up again.

His gaze breaks from mine and runs down my front, taking in every inch of me, and all I can do is wait, skin prickling alive, for him to make his move.

“You did such a good job,” he tells me as he leans in, grabs the bow with his teeth, and tugs open the knot. The ribbon falls away, pooling around my legs and balls as Lynx’s hot breath ghosts over me.

Then he swallows me whole.

My head falls back as pleasure races out through my limbs. Lynx’s mouth is warm and wet, engulfing me in delicious suction that I never want to end. I’m half-convinced that I’m going to wake up and find I’ve dreamed the whole thing, but every time I peek back down at him, he’s still there, that little pinch between his eyebrows, eyes closed, sucking on me like he’s starving for it.

And even though he’s giving me exactly what I wanted, there’s a small nugget in my gut telling me that it’s not enough.

I don’t want this to end and have him go back to pretending it never happened. I want to be swept up in the lust of it all, not able to keep our hands off each other, to know that I can touch him whenever I want and that I won’t lose a finger over it.

But that’s not Lynx.

He’s built up years of walls around himself, and they’re so fortified that the only way through them is catching him by surprise. So that’s what I’ll continue to do, especially if it leads to this.

Lynx’s tongue wraps over the tip of my cock, and I have to grip the bedsheets in my fists to stop from coming. Every lick and suck has an edge to it, and when his hands close over my hips, holding me in place, I can’t thrust into his mouth for more. It’s torture.

My hand is shaking when I release the sheets and reach for his head instead. My fingers tangle in the long strands of red hair, and his eyes fly open, finding mine, and it’s like he’s not even inside there anymore.

His gaze is hazy with need, and his teeth scrape warningly over my sensitive shaft. Instead of letting go, I hold on tighter, and Lynx swallows me down into his throat.

“Oh, shit,” I gasp as my thighs quake with the pressure to stop from coming.

Lynx pulls off suddenly, and I almost beg him to come back, but he moves before I can. He tugs me aggressively down the bed, then flips around, throws a leg over my face, and dives back on my cock again.

I’m left staring at the heavy bulge above my face for a second before I scramble to undo his fly. He’s so hard, his cock hits me in the chin as soon as it’s free, and it takes everything in me not to moan.

It hits me, suddenly, that I don’t think I’ve ever done this position before, and I already know I’m going to like it. With Lynx hovering inches above me, coating my dick and balls with his spit, legs straddling my face, I’m so overwhelmed by him that my brain has already gone fuzzy. There’s nothing but his strong thighs, the scent of sex, and all of my other senses draining away.

Apparently, I’m moving too slowly for him though. He reaches between us to grab his cock and presses the tip to my mouth. I open eagerly, wanting to taste him, and the second he passes my lips, I’m in heaven.

Lynx doesn’t give me a chance to warm up to it, just sinks as deep as he can go before my throat constricts around him. In and out, he rolls his hips, fucking my face, while he drives me absolutely fucking crazy with his tongue. My hips are still pinned, and the harder I try to fight him on thrusting, the firmer he holds me down. I can’t thrust, I can barely suck, so I take advantage of him doing all the work and let my hands explore.

I know that I’m pushing things, but I can’t help it. Not when my fingers trail over his abs, or I feel the thickness of his obliques and the warmth of his back.

Lynx is all lean muscle, like he’s been cut from rock, and the power in his frame and the control in the way he moves draw me to him like a shark to blood.

Spit leaks out the corners of my lips, and I try to keep up with him and make it good, but I’m struggling to do anything when the need to come is this strong. My dick is so heavy, balls so tight, that I don’t know how I’ve made it this long. One side of me wants to give in to the urge, but the other side knows how long it could be before this happens again, and I’m not ready to see this side of Lynx go yet. He really is incredible.

But he also doesn’t play fair.

His fingers slip between my ass cheeks and slide over my hole. The area comes alive with nerves, and his dick smothers my groan. I can’t hold on any longer. I can’t do it. My control is slipping away with every bob of his head, and considering I was skeptical this would happen once and now it’s happening twice, I have to hope that a third time is possible. It has to be. I haven’t had my fill of him yet.

Whether I’m ready or not, it’s too late, because Lynx beats me to it. His release floods into my mouth, and I hurry to swallow as much as I can, loving the way his dick pulses against my tongue. I’m only seconds behind him, and I’m surprised when he swallows me too, but he doesn’t stop there. He licks every inch of me clean before pulling out of my mouth and flopping onto the mattress.

We lie there, side by side, catching our breath, and all I want to do is move closer again.