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“Hmm, far enough away so they wouldn’t hear us. Unless you’re going to scream blue murder like you did this morning.” Mac moved his hand to my groin, my cock swelling at his touch.

“Hey, that was all your fault. How did I know what it was going to feel like when you touched me there?”

“You gave me permission. I’d never do anything you didn’t want me to.”

I squirmed at the thought of his finger in my arse, something I’d been reluctant to try, and now I couldn’t think of a good reason not to do it again.

“What does it feel like?” I asked, curious.

“What? Anal sex? Amazing, and when it hits just right, it’s fucking fantastic. If you want to try, I’m more than happy to oblige.” While he talked, he teased my cock until I lost the ability to speak.

Could I do that? If I were going to do it with anyone, it’d be Mac. He was always considerate of my feelings, knowing that even though I’d fooled around, it was nothing like we did.

“I wanna try.” I lifted my hips, forcing my cock further into his hand, slick from precum.

“Babe, I think we need to work you open before you take me. Not because I’m big, but I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t. I know you.” I leaned up on my elbows and looked at him.

“Frankie,” he warned. “Wouldn’t you want it to be in our own home, not here in my childhood bed?”

He had a point, but surely, it didn’t matter where we did it; it was the sentiment that counted, the connection between us.

I flopped back onto the bed, my arms outstretched. “As long as we don’t wait too long. I want to experience everything with you, sex included.”

“Why don’t I take your mind off it?” His warm hands wandered up my thighs and spread them wide. “You ready for this? It’s not sex, but it’s just as good.”

I stifled a yelp as his tongue lapped at my hole. “Jesus Christ, Mac. Warn a guy next time.”

But he was right when he said how good it was. Harsh breaths escaped me as he took me apart, one lick at a time. I grabbed the sheets with one hand and bit down on the other, not wanting to wake the house with my loud moans.

He didn’t stop and paid close attention to my cock and balls, bringing me close to coming before pulling back and teasing me further. I begged, I pleaded, but still, he wouldn’t let me come.

Mac was a master at edging, and the closer I got, the more desperate I became. I reached for his hair, tugging on it, imploring him without words to let me come, my head thrashing from side to side, but he was relentless.

A stroke here and there, his mouth devouring my rigid cock, I was a quivering mess, boneless from his relentless assault on my arse.

I was so close, and when he finally inserted a finger, the dam burst, and hot cum shot from me. I tensed; every muscle contracted, my body jolting with each pulse.

Late-night fumbling with guys my age was nothing like the moments I had with Mac. His attentiveness assured a stupefying orgasm every time. This time was no exception. I might have even seen stars, but that might have had something to do with my eyes being squeezed shut so tightly, willing my release to hit.

I came down to earth, my arms and legs like jelly. I couldn’t move if I’d wanted to, but I didn’t want to be anywhere but there.

Looking smug, Mac lay down next to me and wiped the saliva dripping from his chin. “Happy birthday, Frankie.”

“Not something you can wrap, but that was the best present by far, and next time…”

“Next time, babe. When we’re home, you can shout as loud as you want to.”

The following morning, when we came down from breakfast, it was difficult to ignore the raised eyebrows from Fergus and Aileen.

I thought we’d been quiet, but maybe not.

“Did you sleep well?” Fergus sat opposite me at the dining table, a smirk on his face. He could be such an arse.

“Very well, thank you. Such a comfortable bed,” I answered, refusing to rise to the bait.

“Do you have plans for the day? We’re all going to the beach. Would you like to join us? It’s been ages since we went as a family.”