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I let out a long exhale and then step even closer to him, pushing him with my proximity into the counter behind him.

“I was trying…” I wet my dry lips. “I wanted to try…again.”

“Try what again?” His words are breathless, his eyes intent on mine. And when they dip down to my lips, I lean forward and press my mouth to his.

He lets out a gasp as I step closer, plastering my body to his, feeling the hard length of him against me. So different from a woman, so fucking unique. My hand slips up to his face, cupping his jaw in my hand, the smooth skin there slipping between my fingers as I tilt his head just a little to the right, angling him perfectly for the onslaught of my tongue.

He moans as I tongue him, my lips sliding across his, tasting the mint of his breath. The water bottle falls to the floor with a loud clatter, but neither of us acknowledges it. We nip and bite and suck on each other’s mouths. A whimper escapes his throat, and I shudder from the vibration. It moves down my chest and swirls around my stomach before settling somewhere between my legs.

Oh fuck.

Pushing into him further, he gasps as my tongue strokes his, my grip on his face almost punishing.

And yet he never shirks away, just meets me thrust for thrust, the hard shape of his cock growing against my thigh. It’s unusual and yet feels right.

I don’t hate it. I don’t hate it at all.

I really fucking like it.

Suddenly, his head wrenches back, our lips parting with an audiblemwah.

My eyes are drawn to his swollen mouth, and I let out a shaky breath, my fingers still threaded through his hair, holding him in place.

“Is that what you wanted to try?” he asks, and I nod dumbly, wanting to lean back in but not wanting to do anything to make him uncomfortable.

“Okay. Why?” he says, and I jerk my eyes from those pink, puffy lips to meet his eyes.

“I just…I wanted…a hobby.”

The revelation I’d had a few days ago falls flat between us. It sounds…condescending and dumb.

“A hobby?” he asks, his eyes widening.

I nod and let my hands move away from his hair, falling to my side lamely.

“I’m not a hobby, Wesley,” he bites out. “I’m a person.”

My chin meets my chest in disappointment. “Of course you are.”

“And I’m not going to be some kind of experiment in your sexual awakening.”

My mouth opens and closes as I meet his gaze and then I shake my head. “No. No, of course not.”

Simon’s eyes bore into mine and he shuffles to the side, moving toward the opening of the kitchen.

“Stay away from me…I can’t,” his voice cracks and he runs a hand over his mouth. “I can’t do any of that with you.”

I watch him go, my heart thundering in my chest, wanting so badly to stop him, but I don’t know what to say. My body can’t help but follow him into the living room, my hand reaching out and grasping his shoulder softly.

He stops, turning to face me, and I can’t let go. My hands become stuck on him. It’s impossible to move. And he doesn’t try and shake me either, just turns into the touch before I move into him once more, unable to keep away.

Don’t make me stay away.

“Oh fuck,” he murmurs as my mouth descends on his once more. I can’t stop. I’ve had a taste and I need more.

Simon’s fists curl into my shirt, holding me against him and yet almost seeming to push me away. My hands are cupping his face, my tongue slashing into his mouth, bruising him, claiming him.

He arches into me, his cock still hard, and I meet his hips, dragging my body across it and making him shudder.

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