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I shake off that thought and grip his hips tightly, line myself up, then ease the tip into him. When it passes that still-tight ring of muscle, I mentally order myself to take it slow. He’s still so tight, and hurting him isn’t part of my plans.

Again, he surprises me.

He pushes up until his arms are completely straight, and pushes backharduntil I’m buried balls-deep in him.

“Ru,” I moan, my fingers flexing harder on his soft skin. I don’t know if I want to pull him closer or push him away, but I need... I need.

“Please,” he whines, as his arms give out from pleasure, and he barely manages to turn his head so he’s looking to the side. I can see the way his face is screwed up in that almost painful need for more. That does it.

I drive into him with enough force to send him sprawling on the mattress again, and shift my knees to the outside of his thighs. Then I put both palms on his back and fuck him mindlessly. I get lost in it—in him.

The tight heat around my cock is all I feel, his perfect milky skin contrasted by my tanned hands is all I see, and his whiny, incoherent moans all I hear.

I give no thought to whether he can come untouched, all I know is need and hunger as I piston my hips as hard and fast as I can, but when he tightens even more around me, when he shouts, surprised eyes wide open, when he basically sucks the cum out of me with his ass, I get my answer.

“Bloody hell,” he says, and surprises a laugh out of me.

“Fucking perfect, Ru,” is all I can say, and for a reason I don’t care to investigate, I lean down and kiss the back of his neck tenderly.

He’s perfect.

CHAPTERNINE

Ru

I wake,the need to pee foremost in my mind. Once I’ve dealt with that urge, I walk back into the room from the bathroom, and Nate is sprawled out on the bed, face down, the sheet lying loosely across his hips so his back is exposed. He’s breathtakingly gorgeous. His skin is tanned in a way mine can never be.

I want to run my fingers over his skin, over the contours of his back and shoulders, but that seems too intimate an action to take. It’s something lovers do. But that’s not what we are, nor can we ever be.

This is perfect, just what I wanted while I was here—fun and freedom away from the watchful eyes of my father. There’s no one here who knows me and can report back. This is a holiday fling and that’s fine. That I managed to hook up with a handsome tanned American is a bonus, even if he’s a himbo.

Instead of giving in to the very real desire to kiss him awake, I decide to order breakfast. I can at least feed him after another night of fantastic sex. First, I locate my sweatpants that were discarded on the floor last night and pull them on. It seems indecent to order room service while completely naked.

As I finish ordering, Nate stirs on the bed and blinks his eyes open.

“Morning, my lord,” he drawls. His mock deference should annoy me, but somehow it doesn’t and I find myself smiling.

“I’m treating you to breakfast,” I reply, and his eyes track down my body slowly.

“Yes you are, though they’re going to have to come off first.” He gestures to my sweatpants. My cock, which had been sporting a semi ever since I gazed at his half-naked body in bed, hardens fully. My cheeks heat up and I can imagine the colour they are, damn my pale English skin.

He turns over and props himself against the pillows.

“I can see your body is on board with the idea, even if your brain needs to catch up.” He laughs, and I look down at my tented sweatpants.

“Come here.” He beckons. “You promised me breakfast and I always start the day with a protein shake.” He laughs again at his own joke, and my cock twitches as the memory of his mouth wrapped around it comes to me. He’s right, my body is liking this plan. I definitely want to feel that again, and as he’s offering I’m not going to refuse. I strip off my sweatpants and he smiles.

“There we go.”

I climb onto the bed and straddle his chest.

He looks up at me, his light green eyes dancing.

“That’s it, my lord. Feed me.”

Did he just saymylord? Surely not, but I’m not given anymore chance to dwell on it as he sucks half of me into his mouth, and I nearly see stars. His lips provide an exquisite amount of pressure and he bobs up and down. I brace myself on the wall, giving myself over to the magic of his tongue.

He devours me, moves his head so I hit the back of his throat over and over again. I can’t help the moans that escape me, and in response, he strokes his hands down the back of my thighs. It spurs me on, and I thrust in time to his mouth.

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