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lifted up so he could untuck his shirt. Then he spread the two sides open, gifting me an unobstructed view of his upper body.
    My dick went harder yet and a growl of approval rumbled out.
    A thick mat of dark hair furred his chest. He’d lost some of the bulk, but his pectorals were still beautifully defined, as were his abs. The flat brown nipples—almost invisible unless he was aroused—poked up, as if begging for my mouth.
    “Jesus, Cres. Stop licking your lips like that. You’re gonna make me shoot my load in my damn jeans.”
    I pressed my thumbs on his nipples, spreading my fingers outward, digging the tips into his sides between his armpits and his ribcage. As I angled forward I had to shift down his lower body so we were nose to nose. “Touch me.”
    Breck clamped his big mitts onto my butt. He squeezed the flesh and pressed down, adding more pressure to our cocks grinding together. A confident grin tipped up his lips before he fused them to mine. His voracity pulsed through our bodies like a sonic wave each time he sucked on my tongue. My mouth throbbed when he slowed the kiss and tasted the underside of my top and bottom lips with lazy sweeps of his tongue.
    That’s when the tingling started at the base of my spine.
    Too soon. I wasn’t ready for this to end. It felt like we’d just started.
    “Cres.” Breck nudged my chin up and nipped my jawline with firm-lipped bites. “Undo our jeans. Rub your cock against mine. Skin on skin.”
    I wanted the heat and hardness. The urgency. The musky scent of spunk and sweat.
    He knew I was about to give in and he did the one thing that’d guarantee it. He whispered, “Please.”
    I pushed myself up and scooted back so my knees bracketed the outside of his thighs.
    Breck rose up to rest on his elbows, so he could watch me unbuckle and unzip him. His chest was damp, billowing in and out as he rolled his pelvis so I could tug his jeans and briefs down to his shins. My knuckles smacked into the top of his boot shaft, startling me. We’d been so crazed for each other we hadn’t taken off our boots.
    Time to rectify that.
    I hopped off the bed.
    His right eyebrow winged up. “Goin’ someplace?”
    I grabbed the heel of his right boot and lifted, yanking it off his foot. Repeated it on the left side.
    Grinning, I pantsed him.
    Then I undid my belt and unzipped before I crawled back between his legs.
    His smile faded. “Why am I mostly naked and you’re not?”
    I flattened my palms by his head, keeping my body in a pushup position over his as I brushed my lips over the divot in his chin. “I want you feelin’ the friction from the denim scraping the inside of your thighs as I’m grinding on you.” My lips traveled up to his ear. “I want you to hear the buckle on my belt clanking as I’m moving above you.” I sank my teeth into his earlobe and he arched up. “I want you to remember this. I don’t want to be another anonymous quickie fuck, Breck.”
    Where the hell had that come from? I sounded possessive and commanding. As if I expected this to be more than a one-time blowjob and rub off.
    “You never were that, Cres, even when that’s all you were supposed to be.” Breck jerked my jeans and boxer briefs down to the middle of my thighs. He followed the crease of my ass up, ending at my lower back.
    When he reached between us and his knuckles grazed my balls, I started like a frightened rabbit. It’d been a lifetime since any hand beside my own had touched my cock.
    He stroked me and stared into my face, his fierce eyes issuing a challenge. “You sure you don’t wanna straddle my face so I can suck you off?”
    “Still topping from below.” I lowered my pelvis, forcing him to let go of my dick. I hissed in a breath when our cocks touched and adjusted my hips so the rim of his cockhead caught on mine with every upstroke.
    “Oh, fuck. That’s…” He groaned as I rubbed my rigid shaft over the sweet spot below the head of his cock.
    “Still want me