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“More. Please.”

“This?” Percy sped up his thrusts, pulling me into him, creating the most intense prostate pressure, damn near guaranteeing I was going to come soon.

“Yes. Yes. Percy.”

“That’s it. Say my name.” He rewarded me with faster stroking of my cock as he pounded me from below. “Gonna get me off the way you beg so sweetly.”

“Please. Please come with me.” Simultaneous orgasms were a porn staple, but not in my real-world experience. However, Percy made such a feat seem not only possible but probable.

“Yeah. Wanna feel you come on this cock.” Percy rubbed his rough thumb across my cockhead on his next stroke. That, combined with the command in his tone, had me bucking against him as come bubbled up out of my cock, running down his fist.

“I’m there.” I rode the orgasm out, moving hard and fast with him, using those internal muscles again to extend both our pleasure. “Percy.”

“Fuck. Goddamn. Here it comes.” Apparently, my squeezing did the trick because a few more clenches and Percy hammered hard as he came. He thrust twice more, then simply held me for what felt like an eternity, stroking my chest and whispering nonsense words of praise. The slow float back to earth was galaxies better than the abrupt ending last time, and I luxuriated against him until he gently untangled us to take care of the condom and pass me the towel.

“Well, that was fucking amazing.” I collapsed back on my pillow, gazing up at him.

“Or amazing fucking.” Still on his knees, he returned my gaze, head tilting to one side. “What?”

“Waiting for you to dash toward the door.” I chuckled but let my pointed look do the talking.

“I was a bit…hurried last time. Sorry.” Moving with far less certainty than usual, Percy gingerly stretched out next to me. “Didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

“If you want to be friends and have more of these benefits, act like it.” Apparently, the sex had made me bolder. I also really did want more of this. If he wanted to be running buddies or whatever else, I was game, but I would demand certain minimum standards.

“Point taken.” Percy rolled onto his elbow before brushing the hair off my face. “And I’m in no hurry.”

“No?” I grinned at him. “Stick around, see if we can manage a round two?”

“That’s gonna take more than five minutes for me.” He groaned, and I waited for the excuse, but to my shock, he lay back on the other pillow, hands behind his head, comfortable as could be. “Maybe we could order food?”

“How do you feel about spice?” I asked, using his trick of sounding disinterested when inside, I wanted to dance around at how easily he’d adopted my suggestion of staying.

“Generally, the more, the better, but I wanna be able to feel my tongue for that round two.” He leered over at me.

“I found a local place with amazing Szechuan Chinese.” I made no move to find my phone, which was likely on the floor in my shorts somewhere. “How about we order some food in a bit, and I’ll show you this first-person shooter game Soren has me hooked on.”

I’d noted the gaming console in Percy’s living room last time while blowing him, so I was hopeful he was a fellow casual gamer.

“Sounds great. Warning you, though, I’m pretty competitive.”

“You think I’m not?” I sat up precisely so I could stare him down.

“Look at you all cocky.” Percy chuckled, more of that unexpected fondness from him. “Bring it on.”

ChapterFive

Percy

“Take that!” Two young firefighters were gaming on the station’s TV. It was a slow afternoon in a slow week, so all the chores around the station were done, and I had nothing better to do than watch the young guys duke it out.

“Try executing a roll maneuver next time,” I advised from my position on the other couch.

“Hey, Percy! Didn’t know you gamed.” Caleb grinned over at me. “You want a try?”

“Nah. I’m not that good.” I stretched. Stu was a better gamer than me. The guy had a teen son for a sparring partner, so he got more practice, but I spent all of August trying to beat Stu at the video game he’d hooked me on. Stu, however, was crafty and devious and bought an expansion pack as a back-to-school present for himself. So, September found us gaming on the nights he didn’t have his kids and I wasn’t on call. And fucking. And eating piles of spicy noodles. And some epic post-fucking conversations.

This friends-with-benefits idea of mine was going spectacularly well. We hadn’t even managed to squeeze in a run yet. The list of things I wanted to try with Stu in and out of bed kept getting longer, and adding to my mental list was more fun than watching the guys’ game. I closed my eyes, content to daydream the last few hours of my shift away, only to be jolted awake by Tate, another EMT, jostling me.

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