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Tingling heat of my impending orgasm rushes through me with a violence I’m not so sure she’s prepared for. My head remains buried in the space between her shoulder and the pillow, my erratic movements forcing her head into the headboard again, somehow finding the way to push into her harder this time and she winces.

It only takes two more thrusts before my movements slow, my cock pulsing inside of her as my legs and whole body jerks against her like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Fuck, I’m practically trembling as my orgasm rakes through me. My balls pull closer, my body ready to release the orgasm I’ve been holding in for so long, pumping in and out of her hot tightness as she moans and screams around me. I’m not even sure how but my lamp and nightstand get knocked over in the process, maybe from her legs.

My heart thumps wildly against my chest, my breathing, just downright embarrassing. It’s so loud I can’t even make out if she tells me to get the fuck off her or what.

She must not say anything because she’s kissing my neck, my shoulders, my ears, everywhere that’s exposed as I lie on her, limp, trying to gain some kind of control over my body.

Never go without for three months again.

She remains still underneath me, other than her kisses.

I already want to fuck her again.

Pulling out of her, I roll to my side and toss the condom in the trash next to my bed. Mila smiles at me when I roll back toward her and then licks her lips slowly.

I smile. “Do you think we made your ex jealous?”

She nods slowly. “Oh yeah.”

Glancing around my room, still trying to catch my breath it’s like I’m in another room I don’t recognize. Holy. Shit.

My rooms trashed. Did I black out during this whole thing?

I mean, my fucking mattress isn’t even on the box spring all the way and the sheets have been pulled off the corners.

“That was . . .” Mila shakes her head, slowing a gasp; she’s trying to catch her breath too, her breathing just as rapid.

“You’re welcome,” I tell her, smugly and smile.

“Thank you,Caleb.” I laugh at her as she slaps her hand over my chest, trailing it lower, exactly where I want it and grips my cock with her tiny hand. “But how soon before you’re ready again?”

Without looking, I flop my arm behind me and reach inside my nightstand for another condom. “Right now.”

She laughs and takes it from me holding it in her palm. “Well, let me at least get you started.”

And then she’s moving down my body, her mouth destined for the one place I’ve been thinking about it going all night.

Fuck yeah.

Breathing Apparatus

Breathing Apparatus comprised of a face mask and compressed air cylinder.

Fuck. I slept over.

Damn.

And another fuck, his bed beats the crap out of Scarlet’s couch. Imagine sleeping on fluffy pillows. Hundreds of them. That’s what this guys bed feels like.

I take a shallow breath, and then another, trying to be quiet and not wake him. There’s a good part of me that wants to wake him for round two, or wait, round three.

But I need to leave because it’s Christmas morning and if I’m late for breakfast, my mother will kill me.

Caleb’s arm is draped over my chest, and it’s heavy as hell. It’s like a weight in itself, kind of like his stare on me last night.

Just the spark of memory, the way his eyes held mine, the way they marked my body, it sends a jolt of adrenaline through me.

I remind myself. Ihaveto go. If I don’t, I’m going to dip my head under the sheet he’s covered with and give him a parting Christmas gift.

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