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His throat works and his eyelids flutter and then he’s on me, pushing me back against the door and pressing his lips to mine. I groan into the kiss, the way his tongue pushes into my mouth. Eager. Desperate. Needy. My hands reach around and grab on to his ass, pulling his groin into mine and grinding it against my hardening dick.

He only kisses me harder, his hands in my hair, tugging, pulling. Pain and pleasure shoot through my scalp and down my spine, settling right between my legs and making my balls literally ache.

How is it that he pulls this kind of reaction from me? Sex has never been this good. It’s never been like this. And if I’m lucky, I’ll have barely two more months of this and then nothing.

I rip my mouth away from his and he presses his lips against my neck, kissing and sucking, his hands scrambling with the bottom of my shirt and tugging it up, the soft palms of his hands running up my chest and pulling a low groan from my throat.

“Fuck, Simon,” I moan as he rips the fabric from my head and tosses it on the ground. His lips drag across my pecs and suck on my nipples, making me arch forward at how sensitive they are as his hands move to my jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down.

Down, down.

Until he’s on his knees, my cock resting against his cheek. His hands cradle my balls, tugging on them softly.

“Oh fuck,” he murmurs, and I hear the need laced with each syllable. “You have to know, Wesley.You. You’re my dream.”

And with those words he engulfs my cock, settling the head of me in the back of his throat and swallowing. It makes my brain shut down, a loud white noise filtering through my ears. All I can feel is him. The warmth of his tongue, the way his hand wraps around my base, the way he sucks and pulls.

I’m his dream.

I thrust my hips forward, choking him and he gags. But he doesn’t pull away. No. He just pulls me deeper, my cock tunneling down his throat.

It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever felt—the way it tightens and clenches each time he swallows. I can feel his breath against the skin of my groin as he breathes. My eyes swivel down and I see that there’s not an inch of me left. He’s taken me all and he looks blissed out, his lips stretched wide open and his free hand moving frantically as he jacks himself off.

Damn, he’s so fucking hot.

He suddenly pulls back and does it all over again, making my knees almost buckle as my legs shake. I grab on to the door handle to keep myself upright, but fuck, it’s hard. I want nothing more than to crumple onto the floor and let him have his way with me.

I’d let him do anything to me.

“Fuck, Simon,” I moan as I reach out and thread my fingers through his hair. He hums happily, swallowing around me.

I won’t last, not with how good this feels.

I can’t last.

He pulls off of me and drags me back into his throat again and again until I’m chanting his name, mindless from the best head I’ve ever gotten. Who would have thought it would be from him? From the quiet guy at the sandwich shop who wears button-down shirts and belts with his nicely pressed pants.

That’s my type of guy, it seems.

The kind that suck dick like they were made for it.

Simon was made for it.

For me.

His hand slides across my balls and past my taint, his finger dangerously close to my asshole. It clenches as he brushes past it, and I groan at the thought of him pressing inside, of his cock pushing past those rings of muscles into the deepest part of me.

Just the thought of it coupled with the feel of the heat of his mouth makes me unload into him. Wave after wave of orgasm crashes into me as I come, and Simon gurgles and coughs as he swallows, my mess dripping down his chin and neck.

But he doesn’t let go, just holds me in his mouth as his arm works frantically, and I watch it all. The way his ass arches out, the way his eyes flutter shut, and then the way he explodes across the floor, the moan from his throat sending shockwaves through my dick.

And then it’s over. My hand cards through his hair gently as he sucks on my oversensitive dick, but I don’t ask him to move. I let him hold me in him a little longer. It’s intimate and sexy as fuck.

I don’t know how I’ll move on to someone else when he’s gone. He’s probably ruined me for everyone else.

After what feels like long-drawn-out minutes, Simon releases me and presses his face to my hip, breathing deeply.

“You drive me crazy,” he says softly, peeking up at me.

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