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“Is that good or bad?”

His hand left my dick, and he yanked me down to him, pulling me into an epic kiss with lots of tongue that left me breathless and more turned on than ever. “It’s very fucking good.”

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Raising my head, I glanced up at Niccolò, sprawled across his bed, his chest rising and falling in rapid movements. He whined low in his throat, and I took the hint, lowering my head again to take another experimental lick up the length of his erection. I’d thought about this moment too many times in my imagination, but imagining it and actually experiencing it were two completely different things. He was so warm and solid against me. So real. A man. Something I’d been curious about for so long, and now he was here, and I was so overwhelmed in the best way. I kept vacillating between nerves and excitement, and Nic was being so patient and letting me do what I wanted to him.

Not that it was a hardship for him. I took in his lust-blown pupils, his pretty mouth wide as he stared down at me, completely enraptured. Swiping another bead of precum from the head of his cock—and that was a taste I could definitely get used to—I trailed my hand up the warm skin of his thigh, his muscles flexing beneath my palm.

“Ben.” His voice was breathless. “D-do you want me to suck you? I’m very good at it.”

Releasing his dick, I grinned up at him. “Yeah, I have no doubt that you are. But I want to suck you, and then get my dick inside you. Save the blow job for round two?”

His eyes widened, and he nodded instantly. “Round two. Yes. But, Ben…” Biting down on his lip, he eyed me from beneath his lashes, and his expression made my dick throb. “I’m not gonna last much longer. This whole—” He paused to wave his hand in my direction. “—you thing is really doing it for me.”

“We’d better get on with it, then.” Lowering my head again, I closed my mouth around the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around the sensitive skin, and then released him. Fuck. Back to being nervous again. “Uh, how do we?—”

“It won’t take much. I played around earlier today, did some scenes for my FBO. I can use my fingers, or if you want?—”

“Can you use your dildo?” The second the question was out of my mouth, I cursed under my breath, slapping my hand over my face. My entire face was boiling, and from the wide smile I could see through the gap between my fingers, he knew exactly what I was referring to.

Collapsing onto the bed next to Niccolò, I buried my face in his pillow. He laughed, smoothing a hand down my back, before lightly slapping my ass. I jumped, twisting to the side, and forced myself to meet his gaze.

“Someone’s been stalking my FBO. Did you like my pictures, bello? Did you watch any of my videos?”

We couldn’t have this conversation now. I needed a distraction, and fast.

Angling my body forwards, I placed my mouth to Nic’s ear. “We have way more interesting things to do than talk.” Kissing the soft skin just below his ear, I placed a chain of kisses down the side of his face and onto his smooth jaw, finally capturing his lips and pulling him into my arms.

He sighed against my mouth, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his body into mine. My dick, which had flagged slightly during my moment of embarrassment, became a steel bar against his erection, and I pulled him even closer, taking the opportunity to get my hands on his gorgeous ass as I did so.

We kissed until we were breathless, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding together, riding a knife edge. I dared to press a finger into the crease of Nic’s ass and he moaned, tearing his mouth away from mine.

“Fuck. Ben. Wait. Stop. You need. We need. Dick. In me.”

“Yeah,” I rasped. “Need inside you.”

He crawled over to the side of the bed, tugging a drawer open, and then threw a foil packet and a half-empty bottle of lube at me. “Get ready.”

As I rolled the condom over my aching erection, I caught a flash of blue out of the corner of my eye, and I couldn’t stop my gasp.

“My favourite dildo.” Niccolò shot me a knowing look, caressing the marbled length, all blues and aquamarines. When he’d finished smearing lube over it, he crawled back over to me. “Do you recognise it?”

“Uh, yeah.” Fuck. I’d been trying to avoid conversations about me stalking his FBO, especially when we were doing sexy things in his bed. “Show me what you like to do with it.”

Smiling, he leaned back against the headboard and then patted the space in front of him. “Sit here.”

When I was seated to his liking, he shifted onto his hands and knees, facing away from me. “You wanted to see. See.”

Widening his legs, he placed the head of the toy to his hole, and pressed forwards.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmured, watching him open up for the dildo, wishing more than anything that it was my cock filling him. “Nic. That’s—this is like live porn. Better than live porn.”

“Much better,” he panted, the dildo now all the way inside him. “You like?”

“I fucking love. I want— Can I take over?”

“Mmm. Please do.”