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about when I get myself off.” He started tugging at his clothes in a rush. The striptease had me riveted.
    “Strip.”
    I jerked at the order and hurried to comply.
    The only light came from the hallway, but since it highlighted his form, I had no complaints. The long shadows didn’t provide more than a basic impression of the room, but let’s face facts—it could have been a hovel and I wouldn’t have budged.
    Within seconds of freeing my leg of my jeans and shorts, he shoved my thighs wide and licked a path from balls to tip.
    “Brandon!” My voice echoed off the dark walls.
    I clutched his head, when without warning he engulfed the head of my cock in the wet, sucking heat of his mouth. “Fuck… so good. Ah!” My orgasm rushed toward me. Then I felt his hand take hold of my balls and pull. “Noo! Goddamn you. Let me come.” He kept working me, taking me deeper each time until he’d taken every inch, and swallowed. “Fucking fucker.”
    He quickly pulled off, pushed back my knees, and rooted below my balls. He licked me with long sweeps, going lower and lower. I’d never felt anything like it. “Oh Jesus. That feels…. Don’t stop.”
    “You like it?” he mumbled against my skin and even that, his breath breezing over my spit-slick hole, was incredible.
    I nodded my head stupidly and soaked up all the lovely new sensations. “Never before.”
    He hesitated and slowly reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom, his eyebrow raised in question.
    “Oh hell yeah.” Let there be no doubt here: I wanted everything this man was selling. Hell, I’d take two.
    With a heated leer, he dropped both items on my belly, sat back on his knees, and lazily stroked his cock while letting his gaze roam my quivering body.
    My hands shook as I struggled to open the lube. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his thick, heavily veined cock. When a thick bead of precum welled at his tip, my fist clenched reflexively.
    “Whoa, I don’t think we’re gonna need that much.”
    Huh? I followed his gaze to my groin. “Oh shit.” I was drenched in lube. I looked at him helplessly.
    He shrugged and removed the bottle from my grip. “Needed to wash the bedding anyway.”
    I glanced at the bottle and groaned when I saw it was silicone based. I blindly searched the bed around me for an article of clothing to sop up some of the excess. “Silicone doesn’t come out.”
    “Then we’d better make it worth the sacrifice of thousand-thread-count sheets.” With an expression of absolute glee, he dived right in with hands swirling into the lube, spreading it across my skin.
    I laughed and moaned and squirmed as his slick hands left trails of sensation everywhere he touched. “Roll over.”
    To say I eagerly complied is an understatement. I buried my head in a pillow and humped the mattress until I felt him straddle my calves.
    Arching my spine, I wiggled my raised ass.
    He groaned appreciatively. “I love the way you’re made.” He dragged rough hands up my thighs, pausing to knead the flesh of my ass, dragging his thumbs along my lube-slicked channel. He tapped my rim, then began swirling and pressing his thumbs to relax the ring of crinkled flesh.
    I froze when Brandon lined his cock between my cheeks. He thrust against me, rubbing his cock into the slick cleft. It felt incredible. I wiggled back, humped into the bed, flexing my cheeks around his dick.
    “God, the way you move. Do that again.” I did, and he responded by pressing heavily on my lower back, arching my spine further, his fingers digging deep into my flanks.
    All I could do was groan into the pillow. Brandon fell forward, his chest pressing into my back, his bearded cheek grazing mine. He grabbed my hands and laced our fingers together and continued to grind himself against my ass.
    Every inch of my skin was hypersensitized, an electric tingle… like an itch needing scratching.
    Brandon’s chest rumbled against my back with each