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“Not yet,” he demands, pulling back and letting my release ebb away slightly.

His hands work me slowly in his mouth’s absence. He watches me closely, alternating between staring into my eyes, looking at my lips, and staring at my aching dick like it’s the most spectacular thing he’s ever seen.

“Did you miss me?”

His words hit me right in the chest.

This is a man who told me not so long ago that he doesn’t do relationships or anything serious. But everything he’s done and said since goes completely against that statement.

He might be trying to convince himself that this is just a regular hook-up situation. A friends-with-benefits type of arrangement. But I’m not sure I agree.

This feels…

This feels like more.

The connection between us…it’s there.

I’ve never experienced anything like this with anyone else, and it’s making me think crazy thoughts.

It’s stupid, because I’m fully aware of the situation and why he claims he refuses to have a relationship. I understand his fear, really I do, but I also can’t help getting carried away with ideas of what could be.

I can’t say I’m surprised: I finally find a man that I’d be open to having a proper relationship with after all these years, and he’s the most unavailable man on the planet. Just my fucking luck.

It’s all going to end in tears.

My tears.

I’m fully aware of that. But I can’t stop.

There’s no fucking way you could convince me to walk away from this.

It’s…It’s everything I didn’t know I was looking for. And I’m here for every second of it that he allows.

He takes me in his mouth again, and with his hand working me at the same time, I’m balancing on the edge again in seconds. But he still doesn’t let me fall.

Nor the next time, or the next.

My chest is heaving, my breathing erratic, and I’m sweating as he edges me within an inch of my life. My hips thrust forward of their own volition. I need so much more.

Why was I so excited about this again?

“Cooper, please. I need to come. I’m fucking dying here,” I force out through my panting breaths.

He smiles at me. “You’re such a good boy doing as you’re told.”

“Reward me for it, please.”

“Oh, I will. Don’t you worry.”

Just when I think he’s going to follow through on that promise, he does the exact opposite and quickly jumps to his feet.

“What? No. What are you doing? Where are you going?” I cry in panic when he walks backward, away from me.

He smirks again, and I sit up, watching as he steps into the bathroom.

“You’re filthy, baby. I think we need to clean you up,” he rasps, his eyes dropping to my abandoned dick before disappearing.

The next thing I know, the sound of running water hits my ears, and I’m on my feet, following him like a lost little puppy.