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“Stratton—”
“I mean it. Not yet.”
As he moaned into the comforter, his whole body was strung tight, ready to snap in half if I didn’t let up, but I wasn’t about to. My grip dug in, and I fucked him rough and fast, like I couldn’t get deep enough.
“Take it,” I growled through clenched teeth. “You feel that? Your ass is mine.”
“Don’t stop, Stratton. Fuck. Don’t you fucking stop,” he panted.
The tension in my spine coiled tighter with every thrust. “You’re gonna make me come,” I groaned. “You feel too good. Too tight. You were made for this.”
“Then fucking come in me. Fill me up. Do it.” He clenched around me and I lost it.
I came hard inside him, my hips jerking as a ragged breath tore from my lungs. I collapsed over him, our bodies slick with sweat, my heart racing like it was trying to burst out of my chest.
“I’m not done with you yet. I want to swallow every drop of you,” I said as I slipped out and flipped him over.
Dropping to my knees at the edge of the bed, I slid him toward me. He lifted his legs and pulled his knees up. My cum leaked from his hole as I spread him open to watch it slide out slowly.
He reached for his cock, but I beat him to it. I wrapped my mouth around him and took him deep, my tongue teasing the head, tasting salt and everything that made himmine. My other hand slid between his legs to drag my fingers through the sticky mess I’d left inside him. When I pressed one against his hole and then slipped it in, his entire body shook.
“You like my cum in your ass?”
He clenched around me like he didn’t want to let a single bit of me go. “Yes.” He blew out a breath. “I want it in me. All of it.”
I added a second digit then took his dick back into my mouth, swallowing him whole while my fingers still worked his ass.
“Fucking hell, Stratton,” he choked out, his hand gripping my hair.
I groaned around him, pushed my fingers deeper, and curled them just right.
“Come for me,” I growled. “Hold on to my cum while you give me yours.”
He did as I told him, his cock jerking against my tongue. I took it all, then kept sucking him slowly, knowing exactly how wrecked he was as he gasped for air.
When he finally sagged back into the mattress, I crawled up over him and caught his mouth with mine. I kissed him, letting him taste what he’d just given me. His hands gripped my jaw, holding me there like he needed the contact just as much as I did.
I looked him in the eye. “That’s one.”
His mouth curved. “You keeping score?”
“Planning to lose count.”
He huffed a laugh. “Then get back to it.”
I spread his thighs open again, and ran my fingers through my cum.
“Still full of me,” I stated. “Exactly how I want you.”
He didn’t answer. Just lifted his hips and gave me everything I asked for.
Again and again.
Two days later,I woke with a pit of dread in my stomach. Our time to say goodbye had come too quickly. We’d spent almost the entire time in bed and I wouldn’t have changed it for anything. However, I had a feeling we were both thinking the same thing even though neither one of us had uttered a word about what was coming once we parted ways again.
I lay on the bed, propped up against the headboard, trying to avoid looking at Singleton, who was sitting in the chair by the window, staring down at his phone. We’d been silent for a while, eachlost in our own thoughts, but the minutes kept ticking by and I hated that time couldn’t stop.
I could feel the tightness in my chest, the knot that had settled there as soon as I woke up. We couldn’t make this work, and we both knew it. Not when we were on different teams, several states between us, and had no time to be together.
