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My hands can’t stop touching it, imagining my cock inside of him. Part of me wants to pull it out and slide my dick inside, but I don’t. I just continue to toy with it, continue to pull those small, needy whimpers from him.

Love that sound, love that I’m the one who makes him this crazy.

I want to do it again.

And again.

Chapter Seventeen

Coop

Matthew can’t stop looking at my ass, which is a good thing. Means he’s interested in what it can offer him. The erotic possibilities are endless, the things I would let him to do it.

Oh god, it’s been so long since I’ve been fucked. It’s doing my head in.

I’m not complaining about what Matthew and I have been doing together so far. It’s been amazing, wonderful even, beyond all my wildest dreams. I could give him blow jobs for the rest of my life and be content, but the fact that he keeps biting his lip and eyeing my butt gives me hope that he’ll fuck it soon.

I would never rush him, but I’ve placed the idea in his head.

And it seems he likes it very much.

The little comments he’s made.

Do you really like being a bottom?

Would my cock fit okay?

Oh god, it’s making my little gay heart have hope.

And it doesn’t help that he hasn’t stopped touching it either—his fingers sneaking down to tap on the plug he placed in there as we cuddled out on the balcony under the stars. The pressure each tap put on my prostate had me in a constant state of arousal.

And then he insisted he be the one to take it out. Took his time with it too—pushing it in and out, envisioning that it was his dick sliding in and out of me, I’m sure. When it finally popped free, he slid his finger inside of me, making my eyes roll back in my head.

Oh god, just that little bit of him inside of me. I will probably expire from the feel of the real thing. I’ll probably cry, to be honest.

“How’s your butt?” Matthew asks as I shift in my seat.

He’s driving his Range Rover, and I’m lounging next to him in the passenger seat.

I turn toward him and grin. “Peachy.”

His cheeks blush that pretty shade of pink that I love.

“When we get back tonight, you can pick which plug I wear, if you want.”

He nods, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight.

“Yeah, I can do that.”

I grin, turning my gaze back to my phone, typing out a message to Patrick and Owen, letting them know what my plans are for this weekend. After that, I turn on some music, bobbing my head to the beat and watching as the traffic of the city gives way to the barren hills of the high desert.

It’s funny. I can totally see Sem living out here, blowing shit up and setting things on fire. He probably owns guns too. Probably a whole arsenal.

Hm, I should ask about that. See how safe we are out here.

I could see Sem murdering someone and burying their body far out in the middle of nowhere.

I shiver and then glance over at Matthew.

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