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With a groan, I stop her.

“Oh, don’t worry, I got condoms.” She giggles.

I pull back, looking down at her. “I did, too.” I feel a little silly about that now, seeing as I have no intention of using them. It’s too soon. I wanted her to know I’ll take care of everything, though. “Only...” How do I say this?

She frowns. “You don’t want to?”

I sigh. “Mia, I want you. But what I said the other day is still true. I won’t want to be just the rebound guy.”

She chews her lip. “Luke, I’m not sure—”

Placing my fingers across her mouth, I shake my head. “You don’t have to be. Not yet. You need time. You’re still not over him.”

“I’m sorry,” she says around my fingers. “It’s not him. Not really. It’s just, how does it look? I haven’t even told my parents I broke up with Oliver yet.”

I don’t want her to apologise to me. I don’t want her apologising to anyone for feeling how she feels. “Listen, I don’t want to be just the rebound guy, but I will be your rebound guy. On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“That offer only goes so far. I’ll touch you, kiss you, make you cum. I’ll make you cum as many times as you need, as often as you need, but we don’t fuck and you don’t touch me until you’re sure. Until you’re ready for me to call you mine. Got me?” Have I played my hand too quickly? Have I misread the situation? My chest is tight and my palms sweat as I look down at her for a beat longer.

Her eyes widen. “Nothing?” Her eyes flick down to where our bodies meet. Where the large bulge in my jeans presses against her pussy. Where hopefully even now, the juices from her arousal are staining me. “Aren’t you going to cum at all?”

I bark a short, pained laugh. “Oh, I’ll cum. You want to know how many times I came already today, stroking my cock to the thought of your wet little pussy?”

She sucks in a breath and it’s not lost on me what my crude words do to her.

I keep going. “I rubbed my cock for you three times in the shower this morning thinking about how sweet it’s going to feel when you cum around him, leaving him slick with your cream.”

Mia’s breathing is ragged. She licks her lips. “Let me see?”

“Mia...” I breathe her name as a warning, but she keeps going.

“Let me see, please. I just want to see you. I won’t touch.”

God, the way her gaze roves across what she can see of my body is fucking everything. Hesitantly, I sit back and pull off my shirt.

Mia grins and openly admires me and my belly tightens as if she is touching me. Can I do this and not have her? I don’t know, but her need for me can’t go unanswered. Ever.

Slowly, I undo my belt and unbutton my fly.

This is agony to be so close and know I still have to hold back. And Mia eats me up with her eyes as I step back and slide out of the jeans.

When I glance down, there’s already a damp patch where the tip of my swollen cock presses against my undies. It’s clear Mia has noticed, too. She watches me with rigid fascination when I pull back the waistband of the briefs and free my dick.

Then she swallows. “Let me see you cum for me.”

Oh, holy fuck. How am I supposed to resist that?

I stroke slowly over the tip and down to the base, resisting the urge to go faster. “You want to see me cum, Mia?”

She nods and gathers her bottom lip between her teeth, sending a surge of pleasure through me.

“You know what will make me cum harder than anything?”

Her breath is uneven. She shakes her head. “What?”

“If you’re cumming, too.” I fist my shaft and rub a little harder, grazing the head with my knuckle. “God, I love your face when you cum.”

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