I’ve seen peeks of Ari’s body. His abs when he lifts his arms over his head. His ass when he wears his tighter jeans. The trail of hair leading down to his crotch when he wears loose gray sweats.
But I’ve never seen his cock.
He yanks his t-shirt off, peeling it from his body, unveiling a long row of chunky abs that flex and contract with his movements. The collar of his t-shirt catches on his hair. It poofs and floats downward, some stray bits sticking up because of the static. He shakes his head so that it falls.
Ari’s brows raise.
Right. Clothes off. But I don’t want to miss watching him undress. I keep my eyes glued to him while I shuck my jacket from my arms and tear my t-shirt off like it’s burning me.
He loses his pants quickly, but everything’s still covered by his cotton boxers—seriously, boxers are the villain of the night—but there’s a clear outline. He’s hard for me.
Ari rubs a hand over his cloth-covered cock. “Are you thinking about it? About my cock deep inside you?”
“Yeah-huh. I want you to fill me, Ari. Please.”
Since I’m slow to do it, he grips the hems of my jeans, removing them in one swift motion. My boxers are quick to follow. He stares, stepping between my legs.
“God, you're gorgeous.”
When Ari says it, I actually believe him. I quirk my lips. “You’re not so bad yourself, stud.”
He knows he’s handsome.
A warm hand slides to cup my face. “Didn’t care much about being handsome until you, but now I’m worried I’m not enough by comparison.”
Is he for real? He’s got to be joking. Ari’s so hot the sun’s jealous.
Our lips meet again, and he sucks the bottom one into his mouth, toying with it between his teeth.
“Now, how do I want you?” he muses out loud. “I want to look into your pretty eyes, but I can pound you harder from behind.”
My cock throbs. “I want it hard.”
“I fucking knew it. It’s always the quiet ones.”
“Not that quiet. I chased away plenty of your admirers.”
He smiles into another kiss. “You sure did. I like you all protective and jealous of me. Lay down. I’m gonna make both our wishes come true.”
He’s gonna whaaa?—
Ari pushes me down since I don’t move fast enough for him. He waggles his brow and then his boxers are gone. I finally get to see his cock. It’s worth the wait. Fuck. Leaking, a fat mushroomed head, purpling around the edges.
Crack!
The sting of a heavy handprint blooms on the side of my ass.
“Stay there.”
He’s back quickly, there’s asnickand his hand maneuvering my bare foot over his shoulder.
“This is how you should be always, spread open for me. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
Cool lube soaks my crease. The greasy lube highlights the rough ridges of his fingers, makes me more sensitive. I’ll forever know those fingers in the dark.
“I’ve been picturing it, the way I’d make you scream when I took you for the first time. Do you think you’ll do that? Can you be loud for me, baby?”
Those fingers are torture, teasing around my hole, sinking in to the first knuckle.
