“Up. Get up,” he said, hands moving over me just as frantically. I stood long enough to kick off my pants and grab the lube I’d stored in the front pocket of my backpack.
This wasn’t supposed to be a rushed fuck. We should’ve had more time.
“Stop thinking, Reece,” Charlie commanded, lifting his hips to slide off his pants until they dangled from one ankle. He flung his own T-shirt across the room. “Come here. Now.”
Stretched out on the couch, cock already half-hard and beckoning me closer with open arms, I could do nothing but obey.
I covered him again, grinding my pelvis down into his until I saw stars. He shifted beneath me, eyes rolling back from the friction.
“Keep doingthat,” he panted, palming my ass with both hands. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him, and the way that impossible dusting of pink flooded from his cheeks all the way down to his chest drove me wild.
When I looked back up, his eyes were already locked on mine, full of something needy and desperate. My chest tightened, and the urge to be inside him grew overwhelming. “Charlie. Can I?—”
“Yes. Now. I want you, now,” he said, hooking one leg around my hip. He kissed me, pouring gasoline over the fire in my blood.
Too impatient to let me prep him as thoroughly as I should’ve, he barely took my searching, slick fingers beforerushing me along. Still, I secretly enjoyed watching him gasp and shiver beneath me when I lined up and pushed every inch of my hard cock inside.
“God, I’ll never get used to how tight you are,” I said through gritted teeth.
Maybe we’dbothbeen impatient.
Unable to help rocking into the hot squeeze of him right away, I stuttered to a halt when he made a sound that wasn’t entirely pleasure.
“Too much?” I panted.
“I like it,” he rasped.
I knocked my forehead into his. “That’s not a no.”
“I’ll be better once you pick up the pace,” he snarked, swatting my ass.
I bit his shoulder in answer, braced a hand against the arm of the sofa overhead, and drove into him, hard.
“Better,” he gasped.
He didn’t sound better, though. He sounded… Frantic. Not in anI need you nowkind of way, but in a rushed way. I buried my face in his neck, because even though I was literally inside of him, it still wasn’t close enough.
“Reece,” Charlie said after a few thrusts, patting my side. “Reece, hold on.”
I stopped and quickly pulled away to look at him. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head, eyebrows narrowed in concern. “Nothing, but it feels like I should be asking you that. Are you ok?”
I blinked at him, willing the tightness in my chest to ease. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just uncomfortable,” I said. “The angle’s wrong. I keep jamming my knee into the bed frame.”
His eyes searched mine, and he brushed a thumb across my cheekbone. “Then let’s move.”
I pulled out and stood. Quickly, he sat up and twisted so he was on his knees, facing the back of the sofa. The muscles from his neck to his hamstrings were one long line of tension, and he eyed me over his shoulder. “This good?”
Tongue-tied, I could only nod. Aching to be back inside him, my cock throbbed at the sight of his plump ass presented just for me. The arch of Charlie’s back belonged in a painting. I wanted to bite the meaty, soft part of his inner thighs and spread his cheeks to watch while I tunneled inside.
He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen, and he was real. He was mine.
For now.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked with an impatient huff, almost irritated.
My brow furrowed. I took a deep breath and sidled up behind him, bracing one knee on the sofa. My weeping cockhead tagged the cleft of his ass, and I pressed my thumb into the sticky wetness, smearing it across him.
