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“I want you to see how much I enjoy this. See what you do to me.”

He licked his lips.

“Put your sweatshirt behind your head.”

He scooped it off the floor and balled it up.

“Good,” I purred when he shoved it behind his head, giving him a better angle to look down his body. “Now keep your eyes on me. Can you do that?”

He nodded.

“So good.” I kissed his tip.

Precum slicked my lips. Curiously, I licked them clean.

He tasted good. A bit unfamiliar and strange, but not bad at all.

Hayden watched with wide eyes as I gripped his base and slowly dragged my tongue up his shaft.

The velvety texture of his skin ratcheted up my desire. I traced my tongue around his head.

“Jesus,” he moaned and ran his fingers through my hair, pushing the strands back from where they’d fallen over my forehead.

“You taste good.” I licked his tip.

He jerked and let out the sexiest cry.

Wanting more of those sounds, I kept my eyes on his and closed my mouth around his cockhead.

“Oh shit.” Hayden went tense, his back bowing as he thrust his hips up.

His cock pulsed, and his balls drew up even tighter.

I sucked harder and moved the hand still wrapped around his base to stroke his shaft as I feasted on his cockhead. Precum filled my mouth. I eagerly swallowed it down.

Hayden let out a strangled scream and trembled beneath me, his hips and legs shaking as he gently gripped my hair.

The first spurt of his release took me by surprise and hit the back of my throat. I fought my gag reflex, unable to look away as he came hard, his eyes squeezed closed, his head back and the muscles in his neck taut.

I sucked him through it, watching every moment of his pleasure, and didn’t pull off until he lay in a boneless heap on the couch.

Climbing back over him, I looked into his eyes. Something was wrong.

“Hayden?”

He covered his face with his hand. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Why?” I gently pried his hand away.

“Because I lasted five seconds.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Obviously.” He huffed out a laugh.

“Then there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

He shot me a look like he wasn’t sure he believed me.