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Leo coughs with surprise, but his eyes darken with lust. His fingers thread through my hair. “Always my Good Boy.”

I take that as permission and lower his boxers, exposing his rock-hard cock. My hands grip his hips so my thumbs can trace his cum gutters. Someday I hope to taste and fill them.

“I’m leaking for you. Open,” Leo commands and I obey. He drags his head along my lips, painting them with precum. “Lick it up, then suck my tip.”

I moan, running my tongue along his ridge and then pushing at his foreskin. Leo hauls me to my feet and kisses me breathless.

“I want you on your bed,” he growls and I run, grabbing his hand before he can change his mind.

We tumble on the bed in a heap of arms and legs, seeking as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. He owns my mouth, and my body responds to each of his nudges as if they were spoken orders.

“Please,” I beg, grinding on him, aching and empty.

“What do you need?”

I follow my impulsive recklessness and say, “I need you to fuck me, right now.”

Leo freezes but doesn’t let go of me.

“Please.” His face is conflicted, and I keep begging. “I don’t want to hurt Mason either, but we can have this, and he’ll never have to know. You talked about regrets, and this is me shooting my shot so I’ll never have to look back and wonder what it would be like if you fucked me. It’s all I think about when I’m not focused on hockey.” I hesitate and lighten the mood. “Thinkof it as a public service so I’m not out in the world constantly daydreaming about you being inside me. Please, Leo, don’t say no.”

He kisses me again, but this time it’s slow and sweet like a goodbye kiss, and my heart drops, but I kiss him back with all the emotion I can muster.

“In another life, I would never let you go. You’re everything I never knew I needed.” Leo untangles us and stands.

I refuse to let my disappointment be the last thing between us and try to smile, but my lips quiver. Instead of opening the door, Leo locks it and sags against it.

“I can’t say no to you when you’re everything I want.”

I’m officially dead.

Leo Griffin is going to fuck me.

Chapter 27

Leo

Fighting my desire for Caleb has been harder than anything I’ve done in my life. I’m hoping giving him what he wants will cure us both. The thought of him taking my orders is a fantasy I can’t pass up.

“Clothes off,” I demand, and he scrambles to remove his sleep pants and T-shirt. Caleb kneels on the bed, wide-eyed and waiting for me to tell him what to do next.

“My Good Boy better have lube.” I stalk toward his duffle.

“Inside pocket,” he squeaks, and I rummage through his bag to find lube and condoms.

“Why do you have these?” I spit out, angry at the prospect of him meeting a high school hookup.

“I’ve only ever wanted you this way,” he confesses with a small shrug. “Call it wishful thinking or delusion.”

His words soothe the inner beast in me enough to focus on prepping him thoroughly. “Come here.” I drop my boxers and crawl up the bed and tug him next to me so we’re facing eachother. His lips are soft and yielding under mine, letting me set the pace. He has a naturally sweet taste, and I’m addicted.

Flipping the cap on the lube, I coat my fingers. “Baby Doll, put your leg over mine.”

Caleb radiates so much glee I’m surprised sparkles don’t rain down on us. His body goes so soft I’m compelled to kiss him again as he hikes his leg over my hip. Kissing him is a sensual experience that I haven’t had with anyone else. He’s truly one of a kind.

This position brings our cocks together, and his hot length presses into mine. We grind together, creating friction, a wildfire spreading from my balls through my body.

My fingers brush his rim, and he startles but immediately pushes back into my hand. My fingers glide around his hole, coating him with lube and relaxing his muscles.

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