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He continues to stare as he undresses. When he’s finally naked, he just stands there and begins jacking his cock. “Aren’t I the one who’s supposed to do that for you?” I ask, my voice husky from our kisses, and watching Sin stroking himself. It’s a young Cassidy’s fantasy come to life.

He doesn’t bother answering my question. There’s a dangerous spark in his eyes that sends my blood racing. I know that look. An in-love Sin obviously doesn’t mean a tamed Sin, and I know I’m in for a wild experience. But aren’t they all that way with Sin in my world.

He retrieves a packet of lube from his wallet and throws it on the bed. “Get yourself ready. I want to watch you.”

I do as he says, and as much of a hurry I’m in to rush through the process, knowing Sin’s eyes are on me, I take my time and make a show of it.

Finally, when he’s convinced I’m ready for him, he delivers his next orders. “Place your hands behind you and grab the bedrail and don’t let go.”

I do exactly as he says. “Good,” he praises, then gets on the bed and makes his way over to me and places his cock against my lips. I open them in a silent invitation, and he pushes inside.

In this position, he has total power over me, and from the devious smile on his face as he watches me take his cock, that was his plan. I glory at the control he has over me. At the limits, he lets me explore with him. So far, I haven’t reached one yet, but we’ve discussed safe words and protocols, and I know if I go too far, he’ll stop and safely pull me back.

I’m nowhere near my limits now as Sin pounds ruthlessly into my mouth. Moments like these allow my sometimes too active brain to quiet. I love being totally consumed by my senses. The sublime sight of Sin’s naked body using me for his pleasure. The briny, delicious tang of him. The manly scent of his sweat. The sound of his groans and grunts of pleasure mixing with the filthy noises I’m making around his cock.

My own cock is hard. Sometimes, I think I could come just like this. Maybe it will be tonight.

Sin has other plans. Just when his cock begins to pulse under my tongue, signaling he’s about to come, he pulls out of me. He races my puffy lips with finger. “You loved that, didn’t you? You loved taking my cock?”

My voice is ravaged, so I lean up to kiss the tip of his cock as an answer. The fire in his eyes tells me he liked my response.

“You can let go of the bed frame now.”

I do as he asks, and he takes each of my palms and kisses the red marks on them made from gripping the rails on the frame for dear life. Then, in a quick, athletic maneuver, he flips both of us around so he’s the one lying on the bed and I’m astride him. He reaches behind him and grabs the bed rails. “I used you. Now it’s your turn.” The devious smile is back. “Use me, Cassidy.”

Chapter 39

Sin

“Use me, Cassidy,” I tell him, with a grin, knowing that this is going to be spectacular.

Still blissed out from sucking my cock, Cassidy doesn’t hesitate or overthink my command. He just acts. Lining up his still lubed hole to my cock, he sinks down until I’m fully inside of him.

My cock is still revved up and ready to come from plundering Cassidy’s beautiful, talented mouth. I grit my teeth and close my eyes at the intense sensation of being inside of him. I have to concentrate not to buck up into Cassidy, but this is his show. He controls what happens next.

He begins slowly riding me, the teasing grin on his face telling me he’s doing it to torture me. That’s fine. I’ll take this kind of torture all night long. It’s delicious.

I just love watching him owning the freedom of this moment.

Because that’s what he’s given me by loving me. Freedom to let go of the past. Freedom to look forward to a future that only holds revenge. Freedom to love him right back.

He puts one hand down on my chest for leverage as he speeds up his movements and uses his other hand to stroke his cock.

“Sin,” he moans, lost in the pleasure of the rhythm he’s setting. “I love you,” he cries out as he erupts, covering me and his stomach in come. His words set me off as much as the tight clench of his muscles around me and I fill him.

My hands release the bed frame and pull him down on top of me, and finally answer him back. “ I love you too, Cassidy.”

I pulled out some of my best moves to get Cassidy not to leave our bed this morning, but my little star student refused to miss out on taking two of his finals that are scheduled for today.

Most of my classes required semester-long projects instead, and I’d turned them all in last week. I’d taken my one and only final yesterday. So, after making sure Cassidy had a large breakfast to replenish his body since we hadn’t left our bed long enough to eat last night, I dropped him off and made him promise to text me when he’s finished so I can pick him up.

I just got back to the hotel, and I already miss him.How fucking lovesick am I?

My phone beeps with a text. I check my phone and see it’s from Dr. Chaudhary’s office, reminding me that Cassidy is due for a checkup for his asthma. I start to arrange for another private consultation, but then have a better idea. Instead of flying Dr. Chaudhary to Nashville, why don’t I fly Cassidy and me to New York? I know he’s never been there, and he’s mentioned his dream medical school is Columbia. A med school tour, a few Broadway shows. A Mets game. Being young and in love in New York. My new romantic self is all in.

I call to make arrangements, and when the receptionist tells me there is a note on Cassidy’s file that she wants to speak to me. My whole body goes ice cold. Did something show up onthe tests she ran on Cassidy? Is he ill? I grip my phone as he transfers the call to her.

As soon as she picks up, I don’t waste time. “What’s wrong with Cassidy?” I demand before she can even get in a greeting.

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