Chapter 2 #3
I didn’t. I worked him with my mouth and my hand, spit slicking the way. His breath came harder and faster, feathered at the edges. I moaned, and he felt it—his stomach tensed and his hand tightened in my hair. I licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft, staring up at him.
“Bobby,” he said. His face was red. “Jesus fuck!”
Yeah, he was about done.
I pulled off. Not all the way, just enough to take the tip of his cock between my lips.
Then I took him deep one last time, my throat working around him as his body tensed and trembled.
I watched his face as he came. I loved the way his mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back.
Loved the battle of this part too, because he wanted to push himself deeper, but I needed him shallow so I could taste him.
I won.
Cum hit my tongue warm and thick, and I swallowed it down.
Granger lay there, his chest heaving, one arm thrown over his eyes. I pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh and then stood up.
“Your turn,” he said, not moving.
“I know.” I undid my jeans. My cock was aching, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. I jerked it a few times just to let it know I hadn’t forgotten it.
Then Granger sat up, but it was only so he could change positions and lie back on the couch. “Come here. I want you to fuck me good.”
Like there was ever any question about that.
I scooped his jeans up from the floor and dug around in the pockets for a condom and lube. Then I positioned myself between his legs on the couch. Prepped him as quickly as I could, then ripped open the condom packet with my teeth.
Granger laughed, breathless. “That’s so stupid.”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
I rolled the condom on and used the lube that wasn’t already coating his ass to slick it up some more. I lined up the head of my cock against his hole and then paused. “Okay?”
“Bobby, if you don’t fuck me right now—”
I pushed into his heat, his tightness. Had to stop halfway to breathe.
“Keep going.” His legs wrapped around my waist. “I can take it.”
Wasn’t him I was worried about. I was mostly worried I’d explode like a bottle rocket if I didn’t somehow manage to get the brakes on.
I pushed deeper, and Granger’s head fell back.
His throat was long and pale. When I was fully inside him, I stopped.
Needed another break. And maybe I also needed a second to just feel him clenching hard around me, and to watch his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily, sweat shining in that little dip between his collarbones.
He was so goddamned pretty, not that I was stupid enough to tell him that. Not even in moments like this one.
He squeezed hard around me and bit his lip. “Fuck, Bobby. Move.”
“Yeah?” I asked, still holding myself above him. Then, because I still needed a minute, I said, “Tell me how you want it.”
It was playing with fire, because nothing pushed me over the edge faster than Granger’s dirty mouth. He wasn’t shy about telling me what he wanted in that rich boy accent of his, and it did it for me every fucking time.
“Want you,” he said, moving restlessly underneath me. “Please, Bobby. I want your cock.”
“You got it, don’t you?” Oh, I’d pay for that later. “Keep talking.”
He moaned and bit his lip. “Fuck me like you mean it, you asshole. Just move!”
I did.
Slow enough at first that Granger growled at me, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in and watching my cock disappear into his ass. He was hard again too, leaking, and my mouth watered. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Don’t stop.”
I wasn’t planning on it.
I picked up the pace, fucking him harder, and his moans turned to gasps.
He got a hand around his dick and started to jerk himself off in time with my thrusts.
I leaned down and kissed him, sloppy and open-mouthed, and he gave a filthy moan that vibrated against my tongue.
The couch creaked under us, the leather sticky with sweat. The sunlight fell over Granger’s face.
“You gonna come?” I asked him. “You gonna come on my cock?”
“Yeah.” He squeezed his eyes shut, his brow furrowing. “It’s so good. So good.”
His movements sped up, his knuckles dragging against the skin of my belly as he jacked off faster. Seconds later he clenched around my dick and came in hot spurts between us.
I gave one more thrust and then my cock pulsed as I buried my face in the crook of Granger’s neck and came hard, unable to hold off any longer.
It didn’t matter how many times we did this; it always felt like it was over too soon.
Granger reached up and dragged a hand through my hair. “Bobby,” he said quietly, and this time when he said my name, it felt like maybe he was saying something more.
On impulse, I lifted my head and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Felt him go still underneath me. When I pulled back, his gaze slid away from me and the corner of his mouth quirked.
“Better clean up and unpack the car, huh?” he said, his voice still rough from sex, hands pushing at my shoulders to move me off him.
I ignored the hollow feeling in my chest. I straightened up, and cool air rushed in to fill the space between our sweaty bodies. “Yeah,” I said. “We better.”
He didn’t look at me again until we were both dressed.