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His mouth finds my pulse point, then my jawline. He sits up so he's straddling my waist and strips off his pajama top.

We're both mature monsters. No rippling muscles in sight. But the planes of his freckled pale chest are positively lickable in the warm morning light filtering through the sheer curtains.

I lean up and do just that, running my tongue over one nipple. His head tips back, and his hand reaches for the back of my neck. My lips travel to his other nipple while my fingers dig into his back.

He loosens his hold, and I fall back onto the mattress.

It's his turn to lean down, his mouth dragging along my lower abdomen as his hands hook into the waist of my pants and remove them. My cock is hard and throbbing between my legs. My hips thrust up into the cool air.

Randy drags his tongue over the underside of my shaft, sending a wave of need crashing through me.

He sits back up and moves off the bed, standing briefly to shuck his pants. Randy's cock juts out, long and veined against his pale white skin. I wonder what he'd taste like, and my mouth waters.

He comes back to the bed directly between my legs, spreading me. His eyes stay on me as the tip of his hard length slides up until his cock and balls are snugly pressed to mine.

I gush for him, weeping at the tip. He takes a glass vial off the side table and rubs slick along himself.

His eyes meet mine as he positions his shaft. The hot tip of his cock runs over my opening, lifting beneath my balls. He eases in, sending a delicious burn through me. He pauses, hands resting on the insides of my thighs holding me open, thumbs stroking. "Tell me if it's too much." His voice is rough and low.

I hook an ankle around the back of his thigh and pull.

"Don't stop." He sinks in another inch and the toes of my other foot curl into the sheets. Then he gives another inch. My mouth falls open on a moan. Randy's forehead drops to mine and I feel every ridge of him as he works himself deeper until he's flush with my ass. He stays still with his seated cock throbbing inside me. His warm hand wraps around my dripping length, loose at first, then firmer when I rock up into the grip.

"There you are," he murmurs. "Look at you taking me." My eyes open and find his green ones, dark and hungry.

He starts to move. Short rolls of his hips at first, barely withdrawing. Each pass drags a breathy sound out of me. I clutch at his hair and his back. Then my hand slides down to his ass, trying to drag him closer.

Randy's hips snap harder. His mouth messily finds mine again, more tongue than kiss. "Fucking beautiful," he says against my lips. "Been thinking about this since I sucked you in the garden."

The words go straight to my cock. I leak over his knuckles. He strokes me in time with his thrusts, twisting on the upstroke. The burn fades into full, filthy heat that ignites low in my belly and climbs. I spread my legs wider, asking for every inch of him. The wet slap of skin fills the room.

My cock slides through his fist, slick and desperate. "Randy—"

"I know. I've got you." He shifts the angle, driving down, and I see white.

A broken noise tears out of me. He does it again. And again. His other hand braces beside my head so he can look at my face while he fucks me. "Don't hide from this either," he says, voice gone rough. "I want to see you come on my cock."

That does it. My orgasm hits hard, spilling over his hand and up my stomach in thick stripes. My hole clenches around him in helpless pulses. Randy groans, hips stuttering. He fucks me through it, slow and deep, chasing his own release. A few more thrusts and he buries himself, cock kicking as he floods me with warmth. His mouth is open against my temple as he gasps heavily against me, shaking. We stay like that, breathing hard, his weight a welcome press. His hand, still messy with my come, cups my jaw again.

"Good morning," he says, wrecked and smiling.

I laugh, small and wrecked myself, and lean my face into his palm. "Good morning."

Randy

The pumpkin survives the night without any new damage and has doubled in size. I don't know much about pumpkin growth, but this seems a bit much for one evening.

Will explains that his gnomish magic makes all the autumn plants on the island grow slightly larger and faster than they would on the mainland.

"I'd honestly never realized that in all my years on the island."

"Doesn't surprise me." Will chuckles, kissing my cheek as we set off toward town.

My hand finds his waist.

We pass the Alexandria Book Nook and wave at Layla as she sweeps the stoop. She puts one hand on her hip and waves back hesitantly. The gesture is clearly intended for Will more than me, but that's okay.

I'm going to keep trying for Will.