“You were naked under here all day?” I ask, and Avery lets out a shaky breath.
“I was.”
My hand splays across his cheek, one and then the other, before grabbing both globes firmly in my palms and squeezing.
“Fuuuuck,” Avery moans, and I slide my hands to his hips and pull his ass back against my hard and waiting cock.
It wants inside.
It fucking wantsin.
“I want you,” Avery says, rocking back against me. “I want you, Dean. Don’t make me fucking beg.”
I thrust my hips up again and again, rubbing against him, driving myself crazy, wanting to tug my pants down and watch my cock slide through his ass cheeks.
“You don’t even have to look at me. Just fuck me, please,” Avery moans, and my entire body freezes.
Is that what he thinks this is? That I can’t even look at the man I fuck?
I grab him and flip him over, watching as his eyes widen in surprise. His dick is long, pink, and hard, jutting from between his legs. I press my palms near his head and loom over him, my legs bracketing his.
“When we fuck, Avery, I willlookat you,” I say lowly, almost growling. “I will look at every part of you,” I add.
I reach down between us and wrap my hand around his dick, fisting it in my palm and giving it a long, slow stroke.
Avery bucks off the bed, his head thrown back, a loud groan pulled from his lips.
“I know who I’m fucking,” I say. “You, Avery. I’m fucking you.”
I stroke him again as he writhes beneath me, his hips arching up into my hand over and over, his cheeks flushed crimson, his entire chest heaving.
“More,” he moans, and I lean down against him, nearly crushing him into the mattress, my face just inches from his.
His hands scramble up my arms to my back, digging his fingers into the muscles there.
“You have been killing me with this skirt all damn day,” I say, my strokes growing faster and Avery whines, hanging on to me as I bring him closer and closer to the edge. Fuck, he’s so damn pretty like this.
I want to see him come.
“You are a temptation,” I say and then lean down to his ear, biting down softly and licking my way across his lobe. “I want to spread those pretty legs of yours and push my cock inside.”
Avery cries out, his cock throbbing in my hand as he explodes across his chest. I work him in my fist until he’s milked dry, his body limp beneath mine.
His hands are still gripping my back, and I stare down at him.
His eyelids flutter open and his gaze meets mine.
“What the fuck was that, Dean?” he asks, and a small smile quirks his lips up. “You talk dirty in the bedroom. God, I knew you would. You filthy man.”
My cheeks flush as I gently let go of his dick and stand up. My cock is still painfully hard, but like hell I’m going to ask him to do anything about it. I can take care of it in my bedroom with some lube and a box of tissues. I am not pressuring him into anything.
“I’m gonna…” I say, pointing over my shoulder and moving toward the door and into the hallway.
I am going to explode, I’m so damn hard. The sound of him, the feel of him. I still have his cum on my hand.
I have this ridiculous urge to taste it—to taste him, to thrust my fingers into my mouth and suck.
“Dean,” Avery says from behind me, and I stumble to a stop.
