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“I need to unzip my jeans.” It was getting tight down there.

I sat up, not at all disappointed to see he had the same issue, the ridge of his cock clearly visible. I recalled how thick it was, how the veins stood out, feeling them beneath my tongue.

“Take off your shirt,” he insisted. I shook my head, knowing what lay beneath, and for a split second, I considered climbing off him and slinking away to the bathroom again. We could do this partially clothed, or not at all.

“I want to see your hair cascading down your body. Please, Frankie.”

“I… I can’t, Mac. Don’t ask me to do that.”

I don’t know what changed, but he nodded and instead removed his own shirt, revealing a small thatch of dark hair on his chest. I loved hair on a man and instantly rubbed myself on him, taking in his scent.

His nipple pebbled as I flicked it with my tongue, eliciting a gasp from him. I might not have much experience, but I knew what men liked. I’d watched enough porn. I slowly moved down his body, licking as I went until I reached the button of his jeans. I looked up at him, asking the question. If he said no, I’d move on, but he nodded, the movement almost imperceptible.

I unfastened it and helped him slide his jeans and boxers down his legs. His perfect cock bounced in front of my face, but this time, I let it.

He put his head back on the cushion and closed his eyes, no doubt waiting for my touch. Instead, I removed my own jeans and lined myself up with him.

His eyes flew open, and he took us both in his grip. Skin against skin, I rocked into his hand, the friction building.

“Oh, yeah.” He lifted his hips, our balls rubbing together. “You like that, Frankie?”

I threw my head back and moaned loudly, my back arched. I leant back on his thighs and thrust my cock again and again.

Heaven beckoned, but it was too soon. I wanted more. My butt cheeks clenched as I neared my orgasm. Fuck, I wanted it to last longer, but I was lost the moment he set his hands on me.

I tried, fuck knows I tried, but it was all too much, and I panted as my release hit me. His hand tightened around us both, and I dropped my head forward, barely able to breathe.

Mac’s face contorted as he came, his release mixing with mine. He clawed at the fabric of the sofa, his abs contracted, and I watched with wonder. Porn stars had nothing on him.

He laughed and blew out a breath. “My God. I don’t think it’s ever felt this good. I just wish I could last longer than a few minutes. I don’t know what you do to me.”

I had to agree. I usually lasted longer than the couple of minutes it had been, but then, it was usually by my own hand.

I reached for the box of tissues on the coffee table to clean us off, almost slipping off his lap in the process.

“Careful there.” He grabbed hold of my shirt, saving me, but not before it lifted, exposing my midriff. I froze, waiting for him to say something, but he pulled me back onto his lap, took the tissue, and wiped it away.

He must have seen the marks on my body, but he said nothing. I knew he suspected; I just hadn’t had the balls to confirm it.

It made me look weak, and I was anything but that.

“So, what shall we do now?” He laughed as we sat on the sofa minutes later, naked from the waist down.

“I can stay a while longer, but I need to go home at some point. I promised Logan I’d tell him about the movie.”

His face fell, and I knew I’d disappointed him, but a promise was a promise, and I wouldn’t break mine to my brother, as annoying as he was.

“I’d love you to stay, but I get it. At least let me take you home.” He said and pulled me into his side, his arm around my shoulder.

“Deal, but let’s finish the movie first.” I snuggled into him and sighed deeply. How had I got so lucky? The one thing I loved about Mac, he never pushed me to do things I didn’t want to, and although I knew he wanted me to stay longer, he listened when I said no.

We must have fallen asleep as the next thing I knew, Mac was wriggling to get from under me. Somehow, I’d ended up sprawled over his body.

“Sorry, I need to pee.”

“What time is it?” I sat up and rubbed my eyes. How long had we been asleep?

“Nine-thirty.” He pulled on his jeans and headed to the bathroom.