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Minty groaned and clutched me close, his legs trembling with lust. “Daddy, I want to come,” he got out around the pressure I kept on his neck. His face was flushed, and his pulse throbbed against my palm. “Make me come. Please, Daddy.”

His cock jumped between us with each iteration of the word,and I shifted to make sure I was pegging his prostate with each thrust.

He gazed at me, his eyes glassy with need, and then he groaned. “Fuck, Daddy, you feel so good.”

He shook against me, cum spurting between our bodies, his legs hitching against my sides and his hands coming up to claw at where I clenched his throat slightly harder.

I didn’t let up.

When he dropped his hands and his asshole stopped convulsing on my cock, I let go. He sucked in a breath, his body shuddering with the need for air, and I plunged into him, held his gaze, and came too.

The orgasm was rolling and sweet, not the harsh, brutal pumps that overtook me in the dungeon scenes, but a drawn-out, quivering pleasure that emptied my balls into his ass. He moaned, taking it, his lips darting out to lick his lips as he held eye contact, watching me come for him.

“Luke,” he whispered when I collapsed on him. He stroked my back. “Was that okay? I’m sorry. Did I mess it up?”

I shook my head. “That was real, wasn’t it? That was how you wanted me to love you?”

“Yes.” His voice quivered. “But is that all right?”

I kissed his shoulder. “We’re learning each other now. This is part of it.”

He held me tighter, squeezing his asshole on my softening cock, and I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in. He was right. This wasn’t what I planned or wanted with him tonight, but I’d been honest too. This was real. This was how he made love.

It wasn’t the scene I’d planned.

But it didn’t matter.

I still wanted him.

Part II

November 1991

Chapter Sixteen

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Minty

“Have you everbeen fucked by someone who liked you?”

Peter glanced past me to where Windy was huddled beneath the blanket we’d grabbed from my dorm room. The three of us sat underneath the big oak tree on the Hill in the lowering autumn sun, ignoring our responsibilities to enjoy the newly cool weather. “Yes?” he replied.

“Who?”

“Daniel? And Adam? Both the guys I’ve been with liked me—still like me, I guess.”

“Hmm.” I’d already known that, of course, but I was still trying to put my finger on why things with Luke had gone the way they had.

When we first met, he’d seemed to agree with me that everything needed to be business-like between us for this to work. But as we’d met for scenes, and I was forced to show him more of my fucked-up damage, he changed. I changed too, of course, and we kept on changing until he made that request to take me on a date.

Then there was the date itself… Such a weird mix of give and take, sad and happy, sweet and sexy. It’d been like I gorged on a fruit basket of new emotions and sensations, and now I couldn’t stop turning over the apple of how it felt to be fucked by a guy who liked me. All of me. Even the me that I was when I wasn’t seducing orbeing seduced, when I wasn’t kneeling or fighting, or getting brutally or cheerfully screwed by a stranger.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?”

“Uh, no?” Peter said, predictably.

“What about you?” I asked, nudging Windy. “You ever been fucked by a guy who actually liked you?”

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