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His breath hitches, and I feel his ass start to clench around my cock.

Best.

Feeling.

Ever.

“Fuck,” he shouts, and I feel the warmth of his release as it floods our abs. Him coming hands-free sends me over the edge, and moments later, I’m following him, filling the condom with my cum.

“You are amazing,” he gasps. “Ten out of ten. Best sex I’ve ever had.”

Laughing, I press one more kiss to his lips before I slowly withdraw and flop onto the bed next to him. I tie off the condom and throw it into the trash can. Score. Three points.

When I turn back to him, he’s giving me a dopey smile. I’m pretty much giving him one too. I look down at his nipples and realized I never got to taste them.

So I do.

I lean over and suck the one nearest to me into my mouth before moving on to the other one. I move back and forth until they are both swollen and glazed in my spit.

“Your nipples are my favorite thing in the whole world,” I tell him. He just moans and runs his hand through my short hair.

I look down, and I notice his dick is rock hard again and still covered in cum. I don’t bother getting any lube. I just start stroking him. Sucking him wherever I can reach. His shoulder,his chest, his neck, and then finally back to his nipples. Leaving little marks all over his body.

“Dimples,” he whimpers, and I feel him tense, his warm release coats my hand.

“I’m gonna go get something to clean you up.” I press a kiss to his cheek and go grab a box of tissues on the table across the room.

He falls asleep as I’m taking care of him, and his little snores are so fucking adorable; I crawl into bed next to him. Now would probably be the time most hookups would leave. But as I watch the man whose name I don’t know, sleeping beside me, covered in my marks and smelling like me, I know that one night wasn’t enough.

I need more.

I’ll just have to spend tomorrow morning convincing him.

Chapter five

Nicky

Ifeel a pang of regret as I watch the gorgeous man sleeping in my bed. And it’s not just because I didn’t get a chance to come on his dimples.

Last night was the surface of the sun's levels of hotness, but it was also fun. I’ve never laughed that much during sex before.

I want more.

My phone buzzes, reminding me that I have somewhere to be. I can’t be late meeting Kenny. It’s ridiculous to think a one-night stand is going to want to start something up, anyway.

With one last look at his peacefully sleeping form, I quietly close the motel door behind me and head to my bike. Time to go.

The town I’m meeting Kenny in is a town over from where he actually lives. He says he wants to talk to me without being surrounded by nosy townsfolk. I hope that is the case and not that he’s planning on keeping me a secret from his family.

The thirty-minute drive goes smoothly, and before I know it, I’m pulling into the diner parking lot and into a space next to another bike. It’s a Harley Cruiser. Absolutely beautiful. I lookaround and don’t see any other bikes, so I guess it must be Kenny’s. He has great taste.

I head into the diner and spot him in a booth, looking straight at me. He looks about ten years older than the photo on the Fallen Gargoyles website would suggest. He also looks as nervous as I feel. That makes me feel a bit better.

I take a deep breath and make my way towards him.

“Kenny?”

He stands up and immediately pulls me into a hug. My eyes absolutely do not water.

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