“No, just making you wait for once in your goddamn life.”
He stops fisting his dick, and his lips purse. “I’ve waited a lot in my life. Just so you know.”
I don’t know. I know nothing about him except that his dick is uncut, he’s hot, and his family is shit.
I should probably try to learn a little bit more if we’re going to keep doing this. But at the same time, learning too much will lead to an emotional connection, one I’m not sure I want.
I don’t know if I want anything more than this with him.
I kick my pants off and stalk toward him, and he reaches out, pulling me against him before flipping us over, his body straddling mine with ease.
“There, that’s better.”
I laugh as his fingers link through mine, and he brings them over my head. I’m sprawled out underneath him, and yeah, I’m fucking ready for whatever he wants to do to me.
But instead of moving quickly, he just kisses me again, long strokes of his tongue, soft, eager moans. He drags it out, savoring it, relishing in the two of us together again.
“You like me above you?” he asks, his lips wet from my spit.
“No. I fucking hate it.”
He grins and then grinds against me, dragging his body against my hard dick. He knows that’s a lie.
We make out like horny teens, rocking our hips together, neither of us bothering to come up for air. We just keep going and going, our bodies working up a sweat, picking up from where we left off the other night. The night he got that phone call and told me to leave.
At the moment, he’s more than making up for it. He has me writhing beneath him, making me pant and reach out for something to ground me. My body is so wound up, my orgasm so fucking close. I feel like I’m floating and falling all at the same time.
“I could do this all night,” he murmurs into my mouth.
I grunt as he grinds his hips into mine.
“But it seems like you’re on the verge…”
“I’m—oh fuck,” I moan.
“You close?”
I nod, and he kisses me again, rolling us to the side, releasing my hands. I drag them across his back as he throws his leg over mine and reaches between us.
He strokes the two of us in his fist.
My eyes close, and I breathe him in, unable to stop my tongue from moving against his. I can feel his desperation, the way his breath hitches, the frantic way his hips move against mine as he shifts closer and closer to falling over the edge.
But of course, I fall first. I can’t help it.
An uncontrolled groan slips from me as my cum spills over the tip of him, and he uses it as lube to jack himself off. A moment later, his breath hitches, his legs tightening around me as he erupts. I watch his face, the way his eyelashes flutter, the way his cheeks darken.
The sounds he makes are disgustingly hot.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he says, nuzzling up against me and pressing his nose to mine.
His lips brush against my mouth, but he doesn’t kiss me. He just seems to be breathing me in. It’s oddly endearing.
Not that I like him.
I don’t even really know him.
But still, he brushes soft kisses across my cheeks and forehead before leaning back and grabbing his discarded shirt from the edge of the bed. He wipes away the mess we made before tossing it onto the floor. His arms wrap around me once more, and he maneuvers me onto his chest, my head resting right against his heart. I can hear it thumping, loud and strong.
