“Oh, my God! You believed me on that bullshit only because youwantedto believe me. You wanted an excuse for us to spend time together so your conscience would be clear.”
Fuck…is he right?
It had sounded like nonsense, but then my mother had commented on our picture together, so it became easier for me to cling to the excuse. But deep down, I’d known it was all a ridiculous lie. Because…I wanted to spend time with him.
“You know what?” Simon began, ripping me from my panicked thoughts. “Let’s do this for Mom and Dad too.”
Simon’s mouth slammed over my parted lips as I tried to ask what he was talking about. The kiss stole away my breath and any desire I had left to even argue further with him. After all these silly dates and stolen moments, all the times I’d held him and touched him lightly, I was left aching for more. Now I finally fucking had him.
His tongue plunged boldly into my mouth, and I stroked it with my own. His entire body stiffened at the contact, and I almost laughed. He’d not expected me to cave so easily. Fine. If this was what he wanted, why should I deny myself another second? He was willing.Demandingit.
Wrapping my arms around Simon’s waist, I pulled him flat against me as I deepened the kiss, wringing a moan out of him. Every muscle in his body went loose as he stretched out, allowing me to feel all of him through the thin material of our pajamas.
It was just like at Declan’s birthday party, but a thousand times better because there was no chance of someone stumbling across us and asking complicated questions. I didn’t want to think anymore. After years of drowning in guilt and fear, I wanted a taste of freedom with Simon, and this was so divine.
Simon groaned into my mouth and stretched out above me, pressing his full length into my body as if he wanted as much of us touching as possible. I loved it, reveled in his weight, in the trim, svelte feel of him. But it wasn’t enough.
My hands roamed across his back, caressing the taut shoulder muscles and down his spine to his adorable round ass that so perfectly fit my palms.
The pajamas that I’d liked on him so much last night were now a nuisance. With a growl, I shoved one hand under his shirt while the other slipped inside the very loose waistband of hispants. Hot skin scorched my palms as I touched him for the first time.
“Pierce,” Simon whined, barely lifting his lips from mine. “Don’t you dare tease me again.”
“Tease you? How would I do that?” As I spoke, I grasped his ass cheeks with both hands and shifted his entire body while I lifted my hips. Our cocks rubbed together through the thin material. A low, guttural noise left me. How could this possibly feel so good when we were still fully dressed? Sweat broke out across my skin and I reclaimed Simon’s mouth in a brutal, demanding kiss. I didn’t give a damn about finesse or drawing out the moment to bring us to the trembling edge of pleasure.
I wanted to come. More importantly, I wanted to be the one to bring Simon to a shaking, gasping climax as well.
But not full penetrative sex. I had enough working brain cells to keep myself from going that far.
Still gripping Simon tightly, I rolled us onto our sides and pulled down the front of his pants and underwear, allowing his dick to spring free. I broke off the kiss to gaze between us at his hard, flushed cock. It jerked as I stared, as if it could feel my eyes caressing it.
“If I come from you just looking at it, I swear I will fucking die from embarrassment,” Simon complained.
“We can’t have that,” I stated thickly. I spat in my left palm and carefully took Simon in hand, stroking him so slowly.
He whimpered and gripped my shoulders, his fingers digging in. Fuck, he felt so damn good in my hand. Long, with a moderate thickness, and so damn silky hot. I loved touching him. He was beautiful. More precious and elegant than the statues made by the old Renaissance masters. The noises escaping him were a siren song, driving me close to my orgasm.
And he was all mine. Every gasp and broken cry, every needy whimper and bead of sweat slipping along his brow—all of him was mine.
For a few minutes, Simon simply clung to me, soaking in my touch as I pressed slow kisses to his parted lips. I was content to continue like this without him ever touching me in return. As it was, I was so turned-on, I was pretty sure I was going to come in my pants the second he lost it.
But those bright-blue eyes suddenly opened, and he drew a hand down my chest in a gentle caress. His fingers hooked on the waistband of my lounge pants and worked on pulling them down one hip so my dick was free.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “You’re even bigger than I let myself imagine.”
I huffed out a strangled laugh. “Good thing or bad thing?”
“Good. So good.” With each word he spoke, I could feel him getting harder in my hand. “I want that in me. In my mouth. In my ass. I want to be fucked so hard and deep?—”
He left me with no choice. I smashed my mouth over his to stop his words before he made me come like some out-of-control teenager.
The kisses grew more urgent and desperate as Simon’s hand wrapped around my dick. A shudder ran through me at that light, hesitant touch. The first couple of strokes were jerky and awkward, but he mimicked my pace and pressure.
Within a minute, we were both panting, our sweaty foreheads pressed together. Each breath that left Simon’s lungs was sucked into mine. He chanted my name until he finally gasped and came. The first hot splash of his cum across my hand sent me soaring. The orgasm I’d been fighting since we’d first ground against each other broke free.
Lightning shot along my spine, and my body jerked. For an instant, I was soaring above the clouds, feeling so damn good.
I had no idea how long we lay there, side by side on the bed, my legs hanging off the end, panting like we had completed the Boston Marathon. That moment of bliss was incredible, but as the semen cooled on my skin and the blood returned to my brain, reality stomped hard on my balls.
