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“Yes!”

He thrusts into me like a drill sergeant sprinting. His rhythm is hard, fast, and perfect. I let out a long moan, which quivers and vibrates with every snap of his hips.

“You like it like that, handsome?”

“Yes!” I like him calling me handsome too. It makes me feel good.

He presses his palm against the small of my back. Manages to bury his cock deeper and deeper. He cups my balls and rolls them, then grasps my cock, stroking it in time with his desperate, noisy, wonderful thrusts. I’m beside myself. My balls are heavy. My groin quivers. My cock aches.

“Cameron, I—” My orgasm explodes out of me, soaking his hand in sticky cum, leaving me shivering and shaking.

He releases my cock and holds my hips like he’s riding a bucking bronco. He thrusts until he comes with a satisfied grunt and a loud, happy sigh, his cock shuddering inside me.

“Oh, wow.” He pulls out gently.

I summon up the energy to roll over, facing him.

He’s taken the condom off and is tying a knot in the end. He drops it on the bedside table to be dealt with later and lies beside me.

I stroke his face, his collarbone, his chest. “Thank you.”

He smiles. “You tired me out.”

I raise my eyebrows. “I tired you out?”

“Yes! Wanting it hard and fast like that. Phew! I need a few minutes to recover.”

I laugh. “Only a few minutes?”

“Hey, I’m in my twenties. I recover fast.”

Faster than me, no doubt. Ten years makes a big difference. I don’t want to think about that now. About the years between us. About Lewis and what he might think. I lay my head on Cameron’s chest. His heartbeat thrashes against my ear.

I brush my hand over his cock, which remains flaccid. “Let me know when you’ve recovered, and I’ll make you come again. I owe you for earlier.”

He kisses my nose. “You don’t owe me anything, Euan. I enjoyed sucking you off and drinking you dry.”

I shiver.

“And I enjoyed fucking you.” He flops his hand over his forehead and stares at the ceiling. “What now?”

“We cuddle, and we recover.”

“And then?” His voice has a worried quiver to it.

I sigh and move so I’m mirroring his position. “I don’t know.”

He rolls onto his side, props himself on his elbow, and runs his fingers through my hair. “Do you want to do this again?”

“Sex or baking cupcakes.”

“I was thinking of sex, but I could be down for baking more cupcakes.”

“We shouldn’t.”

“Bake more cupcakes?”

I chuckle. “Have sex again. Do any ofthisagain.”

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