Pulse hammering loud in my ears, I push up from the chair and approach him. His eyes track my every movement, locked on me like I’m the only target in his crosshairs. I love it.Fuck, I love it so much. It’s like he can’t see anything but me, like I am some kind of a god he’s dying to worship.
No one has looked at me like that before. Or told me they’ll follow my lead. My head swims with all the possibilities, with how fantastical this whole thing is. To have my brother’s best friend who was my first ever crush wanting to fuck me so much I can feel it with every pore of my skin. I never thought something like that might be possible; it’s like a porn fantasy come true.
Planting myself in front of him, I comb a hand through his hair and tilt his head back with enough force to make him hiss. It exposes his neck. I waste no time trailing open kisses and licking his heated skin. The mad beat of his heart seeps into me through the contact, heightening my desire for him.
“I want you to eat me out before you fuck me from behind. And I like it when you manhandle me.”
He stands up, towering above me. I shiver in delight. His hands roam me, stroking my cheeks, then my jaw, then my shoulders while his eyes don’t leave mine. It almost feels like he can’t look away, like he’s entranced, and that deranges me further, spiking the white-hot need within me for him.
“You chose this pair of shorts on purpose, didn’t you? To tease me,” he rumbles, one hand groping my ass. “I can see the outlines of your jockstrap.”
“I got horny thinking about you coming over.”
“You were apprehensive earlier,” he points out, dragging a finger along my crease.
I purr, my eyes fluttering closed. “Yeah, but then I remembered how amazing your dick feels.”
He pushes me with his big hands. The backs of my knees hit the edge of the wooden coffee table. It’s low enough so that if I were to climb on it and present my ass to him, it would bring it to the right height so he can rail me without having to bend down.
He surveys the table, arousal causing his green eyes to shimmer. I think he’s had the same idea.
“Get on the table, Charlie,” he orders, voice deep and commanding.
I hop on and face him. His arms wrap around me, our heights about the same now. My erection presses against his, making my eyes roll as tiny prickles cover me from head to toe. God, he’s so big. He could crush me so easily. Or he could protect me, keep me safe from sheeple who can’t appreciate how amazing my gaming skills are.
“Open for me,” he says, one hand straying from my back to my ass and squeezing again.
I do as I’m told. He smashes his lips to mine, ramming his tongue inside my mouth. My abs tighten, every inch of me alight as he owns me with a deep, filthy kiss that has no right to make my chest flutter. It’s gentle and almost loving despite its obscene nature, but I remind myself that such things have no place here because this is just sex.
Even if the guy who’s about to make me lose my mind spent hours today cheering me on as I played and makes it a little hardto remember that I should’ve gotten over my crush on him years ago.
Chapter 8
Ben
Charlie tenses a little,so I distract him by dragging my finger over his hole. The stupid shorts have been driving me crazy all evening, and I can’t wait to get him out of them.
Not letting off on my worship of his sweet, hot mouth, I pry them off him, leaving him in his sexy jockstrap. He quickly helps me get rid of my own clothes, and within seconds I feel the glorious heat of his body pressed against mine. I soak it up, shivers upon shivers of crackling pleasure surging across me.
“On your knees and elbows, babe. Let me taste you just like you wanted me to,” I say when we part for air, drinking in his disheveled hair and red cheeks.
He gets in position and so do I, lowering myself so I can bury my face in his ass. It’s proportional to the rest of him, but it’s perky, the two globes fitting just right in my hands. His compact size makes me lose my mind. It triggers some instinct in me to protect him, to make sure he gets what he wants and needs.
Charlie wiggles his ass and makes a whiny noise, his balls swaying with the motion. He’s getting impatient. It’sincredibly hot. Deeming I’ve teased him enough, I spread his ass cheeks, exposing his little pink hole. It clenches, then relaxes, shamelessly inviting me to claim it. The skin around it is puckered but soft and smooth like the rest of his clean shaven body. He’s exquisite, every part of him a piece of art. I could just look at him for hours, memorizing every dip and peak until I remember them all.
“Ben, please, do something. I’m dying over here,” he whines, a note of annoyance lurking in his sing-song voice.
I smile and press my lips to his skin, tongue probing. He keens as his body tenses, the muscles under my hands flexing. I lick along his entrance, his taste and scent engulfing me whole.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans, his hole twitching as I keep laving.
But it’s still tense, not quite letting me in. I can’t have that. I want him shaking and babbling nonsense from how good it feels to have my tongue in his ass.
“Open for me, babe,” I say as I pull back a little and slap his left cheek. It vibrates, bouncing a little.
Charlie cries out in pleasure-pain, craning his head back. I spank him again, this time the other side, ripping one more sexy groan out of him. Before he has time to say something smart, I dive in, attacking his entrance. I push against it, prodding until I can slide my tongue past the tight rim.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pushes back, his tight heat inviting me deeper. “Yes… So good. Ben, fuck me with your tongue.”
