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I gasp, and the second my mouth is open, his dick slips inside, over my tongue, almost reaching my throat before I close my lips and suck.

Molly moans, hips stuttering, body shuddering on top of me. And because I never promised not to use my hands, I slide them over his hips and grip his ass. I control Molly’s thrusts, brushing my fingertips over his hole as I suck him deep and swirl my tongue over his tip, feeling every vein and ridge of his cock as my lips slide over it.

Molly is bobbing up and down on mine, sucking hard, getting me close enough to make my balls tighten, but I don’t want to come until his taste is flooding my mouth.

When Molly takes on a challenge, he goes all out. I suck on him like I’ll die if I stop, and I wish I was exaggerating, but my head is taking on that fuzzy-edged tinge it gets right before I lose control. When I’m past the point of stopping. Where my body knows what it needs and is on the fast track to make it happen.

I thrust up into Molly’s mouth, hips with a mind of their own, and reach around to roll Molly’s balls in my palm.

He lets out a muffled cry, and a second later, he floods my mouth with his cum. Spurt after spurt I drink down, loving the taste and the way he’s shivering on top of me. It makes my dick ache. Makes my skin oversensitive. Makes the pressure at the base of my spine grow.

Molly softens slightly in my mouth, but I keep sucking, not wanting to let him go until I come. Not when I’m this close. Not when I’m ready … close … about to …

My orgasm swells and hits suddenly, rolling waves of pleasure sweeping over me and pulling me under. I unload into his mouth, and he sucks on my tip, catching every drop. He waits for me to stop before pulling off, and I finally release him too.

I’m panting, sweaty, but so fulloping sated.

Molly settles against my chest. “Can I use my hands yet?”

“Hell yeah.”

He cups my face as he kisses me, and it’s in that moment I know I’ve lost. It’s in the way I grip him back, the way his body feels like it’s supposed to be pressed against mine. I’ve never had this all-encompassing need before, and I’m terrifyingly obsessed with the way it makes me feel.

But if life has taught me anything, it’s that all this good doesn’t last. Every time something positive happens, the world has to correct itself and bring the bad down on me again.

So, if Molly makes me the happiest I’ve ever been, the flip side of that will be a disaster.

The way I see it, I have two choices: either run now and protect myself or prepare for the worst.

Chapter 30

MOLLY

I wear one of Seven’s T-shirts downstairs over my briefs. Maybe I should be subtle about all the fucking, but I don’t have it in me to care. The whole no-sleeping-together rule is dumb when sleeping together feels this good.

Seven shared with me. A lot. And if he didn’t see me as anything other than a roommate, I doubt I would have been given as much as he did.

I’m obsessed with having sex with him, spending time with him, going on silly dates with him. But the talking? The real stuff? It’s made me feel more connected to him than I’ve ever felt to another person.

Even my college boyfriend, the one who promised me the world, never made me feel the way Seven does.

I turn on the coffee machine and find two googly eyes staring back at me. “Where are these coming from?”

Seven shrugs. “Just rip them off.”

“Okay, killjoy.” I study them for a moment. “They’re cute.”

“You’re cute.” He sidesteps me to flick each eye off. “They’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re allergic to fun.”

“I dunno, what we just did was fun.” Seven sends a wink my way, and his deep, rumbly tone makes me smile.

“Lots more fun where that came from. Just tell me where and when.”

The teasing slides from his face, and he doesn’t reply.

Well, fuck sticks. That can’t be good. I almost want to shake the guy, but honestly, I’m tired.

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