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“Can’t it? Don’t you want it to be real?”

“More than anything.”

“Good, because it’s real.” He pulled me in again, his lips brushing over mine for the barest moment, making me let out an undignified whine. I’d always been a little needy, but being this close to Jonny was making me feel fucking unhinged. He chuckled darkly, breath ghosting over my skin. “Fuck, doll, you sound so sweet. I need another taste.”

He kissed me again, stubble scraping against my cheek as he bullied his way into my mouth, tongue pushing between my lips to claim me. And I fucking melted against him. His kiss was everything and I was so happy to let him take the lead. I knew this was new territory for him, and I didn’t want to force him into anything he wasn’t ready for.

But I couldn’t have taken charge even if I’d wanted to because I couldn’t fucking breathe, let alone think. The only thought going round and round in my head was that this moment was everything I’d ever wanted and more.

So much more.

Jonny’s other hand landed on my thigh and I groaned as his broad palm slid up the outside of my leg, squeezing the firm muscle and making me gasp. His fingers dug in as he tugged on my neck and growled, “Come here, angel. Sit in my lap,” and oh my fucking god, I was going to die if he kept doing that.

I’d always wondered if Jonny would be the same in bed as he was outside of it—quiet, sweet, and serious—but no, he was desperate and possessive and it was the hottest fucking thing I’dever experienced in my life. He wanted me in a way nobody else had before, and I was happy to let him take me.

I slid forward and climbed into his lap, barely breaking our kisses as I spread my legs across his broad thighs, my fingers still clutching his hoodie. Jonny groaned as I pressed myself against him, the hand on my leg sliding further down until he could grab my ass, squeezing it hard and growling into my mouth like a man possessed. “Fuck, doll. Feel so fucking good.”

“Touch me,” I said with a desperate gasp. “P-Please, Jonny.” I ground my hips forward and moaned as I felt the press of his hard cock through his joggers. Fucking hell, when I’d seen Jonny naked in the showers, I’d thought his dick might be big when hard but this proved my theory. Because soft he’d already looked like plenty, and hard… fuck, it was a good thing I was an experienced bottom.

“What do you want?” he asked, nipping my bottom lip as he gripped my ass, holding me against him.

“Anything. Everything.”

“Going to have to be more specific than that,” he said as he leant back and smirked at me, his gaze full of hunger. “Tell me, Devon. What do you want?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Jonny

Never in mylife had I wanted anyone as much as I wanted Devon in that moment.

Watching him squirm on my lap with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, lips all pink and slick from being kissed, was a fucking dream come true. His fingers were clutching onto my hoodie like it was his last attachment to reality, and I wondered what it would be like to see him let go. I could feel his erection through the front of his joggers and it rubbed against mine as he ground his hips forward.

If he was going for subtle, it wasn’t working. But it was fun to watch him try.

“That’s cute, baby, but you still haven’t told me what you want,” I said as I gripped his ass, marvelling at how fucking firm it was. All those hours in the gym had definitely paid off and now I found myself desperate to play with it. I’d never really thought of myself as an ass man, but clearly I’d been looking at the wrong asses. Mind you, nothing that I felt now was comparable to anything I’d felt before. It was as if acknowledging my feelingsfor Devon had unlocked something inside me, unleashing a hungry, possessive beast that wanted to devour him.

I wanted to kiss and touch and claim him, leaving marks all over him so that everyone knew he was mine, and hear him scream my name until his throat was wrecked and his voice was gone.

And as much as I wanted to take the lead, I needed Devon to tell me what he wanted first. Because I was skating by on limited knowledge and the information I’d gleaned from staying up half the night watching videos from queer sex educators on everything from first time queer exploration and anal sex, all the way through to cock cages—which I didn’t think I’d need, but it felt good to be prepared for anything.

“You,” he said with a shaky exhale. “Just you.”

“You’ve got me,” I said, leaning in to kiss him again, scraping my teeth across his bottom lip. “But I need specifics. I can’t work with what I don’t know.”

“I… I don’t know… There’s too many options. And I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

Fuck, he was too sweet for words. Just like he always had been.

“You won’t,” I said as I caressed his ass, smirking as he groaned and rolled his hips. “If you do, I’ll tell you.”

“Okay.”

“How about this? You let me play with you and you can tell me if it’s too much or if you want more. How does that sound?”

He moaned and nodded. “Please! Play with me. You can do whatever you want.” I let out another low, rumbling moan because he seemed so desperate and overwhelmed, like he was two seconds away from coming already. And the fact I’d done that to him was satisfying the deep, possessive need in my chest that wanted to show him he’d never need anyone else after I was finished with him.

I slowly released the back of his neck and slid my hand around to his chest, gently squeezing his pec. “Do you like it when I touch you here?”

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