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but he didn’t like to think of himself as that guy .
    He pulled back and looked up at Cole. His face was flushed red and his eyes were barely open. He was clenching his teeth, which forced the little muscle in his jaw to jump and twitch. Clearly, he was as close to the edge as he’d said he was. It would take nothing for Owen to push him over. To hear him cry out with pleasure.
    Owen kept eye contact as he leaned in and gently licked the tip of Cole’s cock. “I’ve changed my mind.”
    Cole’s eyes bugged open. “What?”
    “Not that. I’m going to suck your brains out your dick. But I’m not going to fuck you.”
    “Why not?” Cole’s thighs began to quiver as Owen stroked him. “I’m . . . condoms . . .”
    Owen’s cock was also protesting in the confines of his jeans. What do you mean no sex? Bad human. I will make you pay. He pushed down on his dick as he licked along the length of Cole’s.
    “You’re still grieving. I can’t take advantage.”
    “You’re not.” Cole banged his head against the wall. “You’re so not.”
    “I would be, and I can’t.” Another long swipe of his tongue from Cole’s balls to his head. “But I’m not an asshole. I’m going to suck every last drop of cum from you. Consider it an early Christmas present.”
    That was all the talking he could manage. Closing his eyes, he focused on giving Cole the most pleasure he could. Long licks were exchanged for gentle nips. The scent of Cole’s arousal was embedding in his head. He ran his hands along Cole’s thighs and up until his fingers embedded into Cole’s pubic hair. The wiry strands caught his calluses as he teased the pale skin. Heat and musk, moans and sighs, he cherished everything that was Cole.
    He wanted to stretch things out as long as possible, but knew given his teasing at the brewery and his fondling in the car, there was little chance Cole would last much longer. The man deserved some pleasure after the shitty few days he’d gone through. Owen set a steady pace, using what he hoped was enough suction to finish Cole off. Adding his hand, he pumped Cole’s cock and moaned as the bitter tang of pre-cum burst across his tongue.
    “Yes,” Cole hissed. His legs shook violently, and Owen knew it was only a matter of moments now.
    Cole tightened his hold on Owen’s face half a second before he cried out, and cum filled Owen’s mouth. He didn’t stop moving, sucking, doing everything he could to pull every bit of pleasure from Cole. Lust hit him hard, and he knew he’d have to do something to take care of his own raging hard-on before he left.
    Shit, why did he say no sex? Idiot.
    Finally, Cole’s orgasm waned and he released Owen. With his legs protesting from the awkward position, Owen fell back onto his ass. Cum was sticky on his lips, and he couldn’t help but lick it clean. For his part, Cole looked as though someone had ripped his soul from his body and all that remained was a blissed-out hull that wore a stupid grin.
    Dude, you still got it. He gave himself a mental high five.
    Cole slid to the floor, his legs knocking against Owen’s. “You’re hard.”
    “I am.” He fumbled with his fly. “I’m going to jerk off. Hope you don’t mind.”
    Cole didn’t say anything, but he didn’t look away either. Owen yanked up his shirt, wishing he’d had the foresight to wear something without buttons. Cock in his hand, he kept his gaze on Cole. He hadn’t done something like this before. Jerking off was always a private thing, something that was more out of necessity than anything else. The thought of getting off with someone watching was surprisingly arousing.
    He licked his palm, getting it wet before he started with an easy stroke. Nice and steady, the way he’d do if he was alone. The sounds his body made were obscene and added to the surrealism of the situation. Wet flesh being worked, stuttered breath, mixed with his uncontrollable gasps. His skin was superheated and his muscles spasmed