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p step back, the muttered apology laced with regret, the door closing behind him as he fled down the hall. I braced for shame to crash

eek through the wool hard, insistent, alive in a way that made my own pulse stutter. His hand remained in my hair: heavy, warm, fingers loosely threaded as though

exhale I nuzzled, just the smallest, most tentative shift of my cheek against him. He twitche

ice was wrecked, gravel dr

p at him through the dim lamplight. His eyes were nearly black-pupils blown so wide only a thin ring of winter blue remained. His ja

y, then firmer. Cupping the full, heavy length of him through the layers. He shuddered hard enough that I felt it ripple

his?" I whispered, voice barely aud

t to want it?"He exhaled through

me away. Guiding me closer until my lips hove

ow, guttural, the sound vibrating straight down my spine to pool hot and liquid between my thighs. I was soaked. Aching

linked softly in the quiet room, too loud, too intimate. Zipper rasped down with agonizing slowness. I tugged the waistband of his boxers low enough for him to sprin

dge, every subtle curve, the way the thick vein along the un

ow, deliberate circle around the

ed the solid surface to keep from collapsing. I took him deeper. Lips stretching wide around his girth. Tongue flattening along the underside, t

drag, every teasing swirl. "Fuck," he breat

Fucking my mouth in careful, measured thrusts that grew l

r guided now, gently but firmly, setting a rhythm that made my scalp tingle. I took him to the back of my throat. Ga

to be messy for him. Marked by him. He was moaning freely now, low, broken so

fresh wave of heat crashing through me. My free hand wrapped around the base, stroking what my mouth couldn't

h his open shirt. His breath came in short, desperate pants that matched the frantic beat of my own h

my jaw ached sweetly. Tongue swirling relentlessly over the sensitive head on every withdrawal. His moans turned d

d him, lips stretched wide, throat full, tongue pressed flat to the pulsing vein unde

ock. Softe

through the wood, muffled, imp

eed to talk about t

for one heartbeat like he might yank me off,

nd pushing deeper until the head nudged the back of my throat again. I moaned

eath. Low. Desperate. I was alm

either of

too fa

tely, fucking my mouth like the interruption had never happened, like the only reality that existed was the wet heat of my mouth and the desperate s

me intense. It

d again. It was quieter now, but no less wrec

he stretch of my lips, the way he held me like

dn't

then.