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I snorted. “It was just one time, though. And there’s worse things than gettingtooexcited, you know?” I grimaced. “Like being excited and your body saying, ‘nah, not into it.’”

He was already shaking his head. “It’s just dicks being—well, dicks.

I chuckled. “Yeah, they kinda do that sometimes, don’t they?”

“They do.” He slid his palm up my chest. “Let’s take the pressure off, then. We don’t have to fuck tonight.”

The words“But I want to, damn it”almost slipped out, but I didn’t want to sound pathetic. And besides, it didn’t matter how much I wanted to—it wasn’t going to happen.

“We could,” I suggested. “If you want to be on top.”

Interest sparked in his eyes. “Is that what you want?”

I licked my lips. “I don’t see many scenarios where I’ll say no to you fucking me.”

He just grinned and drew me into a kiss. As much as I’d convinced myself I’d killed the mood, nothing about Riley’s kiss said I had. I let myself get swept up in his enthusiasm, and before long, we were making out as frantically as we had been earlier. He’d gone soft too, but he quickly came back to full attention, and to my surprise, I wasn’t far behind. As we tangled up in each other, we frotted and rutted, both seeking out that delicious friction. I wanted his dick in my ass, but I also didn’t want to stop this.

Apparently we were on the same page. Tugging my arm so I’d follow him, Riley rolled onto his back. “Get back on top.”

I did, and then my arms almost collapsed from under me when he started stroking lube onto my cock. “Oh, Jesus…”

“Like that?”

“Of course I—oh, fuck…” I let my head fall beside mine. His fingers were around both of us now, pressing the undersides of our dicks together, and every time he moved… his hand, his dick—holy fuck, that was hot.

“I want you to fuck me,” he whispered shakily. “But… God, right now, I want to come so bad, and…” He trailed off into a moan.

All I could do was whimper. I rocked my hips, and my vision went white as my cock slid through his grip and against his slick hard-on. Nerves still tried to creep in alongside those ugly, dark memories, and I was afraid I’d lose my erection again, but every stroke one of us took chased more of those fears away. I was hard as a rock, and my worries faded as my orgasm closed in.

We fell into the most amazing rhythm, both of us gasping for breath as he pumped us and I thrust. He might’ve been moving his hips, too—I was so far out of it, all I knew was how good it felt and how sexy he sounded as he mumbled, “Oh, baby, that’s good, that’s it, fuck—I’m gonna come like this…” while the bed shrieked beneath us. “If you still want me to fuck you, say so, because—”

“Come,” I growled through gritted teeth. “Just like this.”

He arched and cried out, and his grip tightened as his cock slid alongside mine, and then he was shouting and bucking beneath me as his cum mingled with the lube.

Before he’d caught his breath—before I’d caught mine—he released his own cock and started pumping mine in earnest. His slick, frantic strokes had my head spinning, and I thrust hard into his fist as we both chased my orgasm.

“Come, baby,” he purred. “That’s it. Come on me. Come all—”

I didn’t hear whatever he said next over my own strangled cry, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with an orgasm so intense, I was surprised I didn’t start sobbing. I thrust for all I was worth, desperate for every last bit of bliss we could wring out of me, and then I shuddered and exhaled.

As I relaxed over him, Riley murmured, “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Uh-huh. It was.

We shared a quick shower, then dropped into his bed again. As the dust settled and we relaxed, everything from earlier crept back into my mind, along with the embarrassment.

“I’m, uh…” I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry things didn’t quite, uh, work tonight.”

He offered a tired smile. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I came hard enough, I almost blacked out.”

“True. I just… I wish we could’ve…” I trailed off as renewed heat rose in my face.

“We’ll get there.” He tipped up my chin and kissed me, letting it linger for a long, perfect moment. “There’s no pressure from me, okay? We’ll get there when we get there.”

Ifucking wanted to get there right the hell now, but… I appreciated what he said, too. When he said there was no pressure, and when he reminded me that I wasn’t the only one whose dick had misbehaved while we were in bed, I believed him. I could release my breath and genuinely believe he meant it—we’d get there, and there was no pressure.

“Thanks for being patient with me,” I whispered.

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