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"I'm glad you listened."

My mouth crashes back into his, and it's his turn to open for me. One step, then another, and his back meets the tree at the edge of the yard.

I trail a hot, wet line across the edge of his jaw and down to the pulse point of his throat. His low moan shoots straight down my spine to my cock. His hands roam across the back of my neck, squeezing and guiding me closer.

My tongue darts out to lick along his rapidly beating pulse, tasting his pumpkin spice skin.

"Randy."

My name on his lips is no longer a reprimand, but a prayer. His body flexes beneath my fingertips as they skim over his soft stomach and hook into the waistband of his pants.

My eyes stay on his as I sink to my knees, and he gasps.

"Randy, anyone could see."

His voice cuts off on a rasping inhale as I nip at his hard bulge, feeling how warm and thick he already is.

"Our houses are secluded, Will. No one's going to see."

I stare up at him through my eyelashes, and he peers down at me.

"What do you want?" I ask.

Because I'm not about to make the mistake of pushing him into intimacy he's not ready for, no matter how utterly fuckable he is right now.

His fingers slide through my hair and then tighten deliciously.

"Open," his deep voice demands.

The word slicks straight to my already throbbing cock.

"Give me that pretty mouth."

I do as I'm told, opening my mouth for him. The hand not in my hair pulls down the waist of his pants to reveal his hard cock. Veins throb along the shaft, leading to a dark purple, leaking tip.

I stick my tongue out and Will presses the head of his dick against my tongue before dragging it from side to side, smearing his precome before feeding the rest to me inch by inch.

The moment the slit crowns the back of my throat and I gag, I see stars, my cock jumping in my pants. I unzip and drag them down just enough to touch myself.

Arousal blazes at the base of my spine and through my core.

"You going to pull on yourself while you suck my cock like a good boy?" he asks, voice rough. "That's it. Stroke that cock while you choke on mine."

The endearment and the words are all I need.

One hand on my cock, one hand rubbing along Will's balls, I start to lick the underside of his shaft as he guides me up and down. Every time he hits the back of my throat, he moans.

"Fuck, Randy. Take it."

He doesn't ease up. His hips start rolling, using my mouth in short, filthy thrusts that punch the head of his cock against the back of my throat again and again. I gag around him but stay put, sucking harder, hollowing my cheeks while my fist works my own cock in the same rhythm.

"Just like that. Good boy." Will's voice is wrecked, low and rough. "You're going to swallow every drop I give you."

His grip in my hair tightens, holding me exactly where he wants me as he fucks my throat. Dirt, crushed vines, and the earthy smell of the ruined garden fill my nose, mixed with Will’s cinnamon and the sweet pumpkin that brought us together sitting beside us.

I feel him swell on my tongue. I groan around the stretch, and he curses.

"Fuck, Randy—I'm coming. For you. Swallow my come like you were made for it."