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I don’t hit very hard. It’s more annoying than anything else. I grumble as I pull the shirt off and fling it across the floor. The room is so small it hits the wall and slides down with cartoon slowness.

Laughing, I turn back to smile at Deck only to discover his eyes are lower than my face. I’m only wearing my panties now, and his attention is fixed on my bare breasts.

Back in college, I used to be confident in my body. I’ve always been very small, but I had defined curves back then. My breasts were firm and rounded, and my belly has never been anything but naturally flat. But going without proper nutrition for so long has had a significant effect on my figure. I’m not sure my boobs are much to look at anymore even after eating better for the past several weeks.

None of those worries are evident in the way Deck is gazing at me right now. Not only with the heat of arousal but also with something deep and hungry. He’s flushed under his beard. He’s hard as a rock beneath his trousers.

“Hey,” I say softly, something a lot heavier than arousal in my chest and my belly. When I get his attention, I make a motion toward my face. “Eyes up here, mister.”

The hot tension cracks again. His whole body shakes with suppressed laughter. He pulls me down into another kiss—a short, hard one—and then just hugs me for a minute until every hint of insecurity has vanished from my mind.

Maybe he senses it. Or maybe his physical conditionbecomes too urgent. He eases me up again and uses his large hands to rub my breasts.

It feels so good I let out a silly moan. Then I arch my back and bump my head again.

“Damn it!” I’m laughing and rubbing my scalp at the same time. “Bunk beds aren’t really conducive to these kinds of activities.”

He’s chuckling too, but he motions down to the floor.

“No way. The floor would be way more uncomfortable than this. But if I keep it up, between the laughing and the bruises, I’ll never be able to focus enough to have an orgasm.”

That comment makes an impact. His expression sobers, and he motions to get me to look at his face, meet his gaze.

I do. There’s no reason not to. And what I see in his eyes arrests me.

He sees me. Reallyseesme. All the way. Deep down inside.

And he still wants everything he sees there.

My giggles fade as I grow still. I can’t look away from him even as he lifts his hands to caress me again. He cups my face. Then gently runs his hands down my neck, curving around my throat for a moment before he separates them, sliding them down my shoulders and arms.

My throat and pussy both tighten as he palms my breasts before teasing my nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

An invisible cord inside me tugs between my nipples and pussy. I release an embarrassing whimper.

He continues stroking me until I’m so turned on I’m squirming and moisture is leaking from between my legs, through the worn cotton of my underwear, and onto the fabric of his shirt.

It’s only then he lowers one of his hands to tuck his fingers beneath the elastic of my panties, exploring until he finds my clit. He rubs it in firm circles as he tweaks one of my nipples with his other hand.

The intense sensations split me in two. I let out a quiet cry and jerk my head to the side as an orgasm tightens and builds.

He lets go of my breast to move my head back so I’m looking at him again as he rubs me off.

“Deck,” I choke out, something so nakedly intimate about meeting his eyes as I’m this close to coming that I can barely contain it. “Deck, I need it.” I make a loud, hoarse gasp as he adjusts his hand, sliding one big finger into my pussy and rubbing my clit with his thumb. “So bad.” The words are embarrassing me and making me hot at the same time, so I’m kind of swallowing them down as I speak them.

He slides his hand down to hold my head in place by the jaw as he works his other hand between my thighs. The orgasm comes on fast and hard, and I ride it out, grinding against his hand and making helpless, eager sounds.

He’s smiling, obviously proud of himself, when he finishes stroking me through the last of the spasms of my pussy. He retrieves his hand and sucks his finger clean.

I shake my head, trying and failing at disapproval. “Don’t get cocky.”

He laughs breathily through his nose and readjusts my body so I’m farther back on him—straddling just past his groin.

We both reach for his trousers and work on undoing them.

“I’m not sure how we ended up with me mostly naked and you wearing all your clothes,” I say in a feigned grumble. “That doesn’t seem quite right.”

He taps his chest and signs outokayagain.

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