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“Tell me if I need to stop.” His voice was strained with the effort of control.

He positioned himself, the blunt pressure against my entrance making me tense involuntarily. His hand found mine, fingers intertwining.

“Breathe,” he whispered.

I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to relax as he pressed forward. The initial breach burned, my body resisting the intrusion. Kevin froze, waiting.

“Easy,” I managed.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch. The burn gave way to a sensational sense of fullness. When he was finally seated, completely inside me, we both stilled, breathing hard.

“You’re fucking incredible.” His voice was ragged, strained. “So tight.”

My hand found his face, drawing him down. Kissing him while he was deep in me intensified all the feelings. “Fuck me. Please.”

He started with gentle, shallow thrusts, each one sending sparks through me. All discomfort faded, replaced by mounting ecstasy as he found a rhythm. When he shifted the angle, he hit the spot that made my vision blur.

“That’s it. Right there. Need more.”

Kevin’s pace increased, each thrust finding its target with devastating accuracy. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more. His hand slipped between us, encasing my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.

“Tyler.” His tone was almost reverent. “Look at me.”

I forced my eyes open, meeting his. The raw emotion there pushed me to the edge. Our bodies moved together, finding a perfect rhythm.

“I’m close,” I gasped, feeling the pressure building at the base of my spine.

“Me too.” His pace faltered, becoming more erratic. “Come for me. I want to feel you.”

His words pushed me over. The orgasm crashed through me, white-hot and overwhelming. I cried out as I spilled over his hand and shot onto my stomach and chest. My body clenched around him, drawing a guttural moan from his throat.

“Fuck. Gonna shoot, Tyler!” He thrust once, twice more before stilling deep inside me, his body shuddering with release.

For a moment, we existed in perfect suspension, connected in the most intimate way possible. Then he carefully withdrew, both of us wincing a bit at the sensation. He got up and headed to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth, cleaning me with tender care.

When he stretched out beside me, I turned into him and laid my head on his chest, his heartbeat slowing beneath my ear.

“Damn, I needed that so much.” I planted a kiss on his chest and then adjusted so I could see him. “Remember how I told you it was hot when you checked people? I think I just sampled what it’s like. And fuck, it was good.”

He nudged me forward so we could kiss. “It was damn hot. I didn’t know I had that streak in me, but getting a little bossy, shoving you in to the wall when we got in the door…” His nostrils flared. “I’d be happy to check you anytime, as long as you want it.”

A low, guttural hum escaped me. “I have a feeling we’re going to enjoy figuring out what we both like.” He kissed me again, and I rested my chin on his chest so I could still look at him. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too. More than I thought possible.”

Silence settled as we caressed whatever we could reach of each other.

My phone buzzed from the pocket of my jeans. It was a text from Shane. I didn’t move to get it, too content with where I was.

It sounded off again. What on earth could he want?

“You can pick that up. I recognize that pattern. It might be important.”

I groaned, but since it buzzed again, I rolled off the bed to get it.

“Hmmmm.” I turned to find Kevin watching me. “You should walk around naked more often. It’s a good look.”

“That might be arranged, especially if you do it, too.” I grabbed my phone and found multiple messages. I read as I headed back to the bed. “Oh.”