“You’ve been working out,” I say.
“Rugby.”
“Rugby?”
He fists his cock and taps it against my mouth. “This isn’t going to suck itself.”
Rugby?
Garrett has always been fit. He works with his hands all day as a mechanic and has to maintain a certain standard for his military reserve responsibilities. But he’s never been athletic, per se.
This new rugby-built body is impressive. He looked jacked in the summer, and now he’s…solid. Super solid.
I feast my eyes on his firm muscles and the fine line of blond hair running down his belly, to the golden brown curls at the base of his cock. And then to the silver balls peeking out between his curved fingers.
“Sorry,” I whisper against the head of his cock, my lips brushing his exposed crown as he slides the foreskin back. “I was distracted by how obnoxiously good you look.”
He grunts and presses my bottom lip down, making me show him my tongue.
It’s all so rough and vaguely degrading and completely perfect.
When he pushes in, it’s easy, because my mouth is watering for the thick stretch. Those piercings still feel wild against my tongue, a few months haven’t softened the reaction there. And the power I have, even on my knees, to make him come apart so quickly, isamazing.
It makes me feel like I could fly, like I could do anything I want. So strange. So fun.
I swallow him right to the root, until it’s hard to breathe and think and do anything but find a rhythm that allows me to do that again and again.
He swells against my tongue, his skin stretching taught, his seed pulsing onto the roof of my mouth and down my throat. His scent gets into my brain and makes me moan as I suck him faster and faster.
“You’re gonna make me come. Stop. God, that’s too good. That’s so…” He grips my hair and tugs me off, glaring down at me in a way that makes me laugh.
“Don’t you want to?” I lick my lips. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.”
His chest heaves. “Not this fast. You come first.” He hauls me to my feet. “Preferably twice.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s not necessary.”
This time, he’s brought the condom.
He rolls it on as I hop out of my panties.
Then he picks me up and turns, pressing my back to the door as I wrap my legs around his torso. Yes, he’s definitely put on muscle weight since the summer. My thighs have a lot more to squeeze against now.
“Then you’re damn well going to come first,” he growls as he works his cock against my pussy. I’m so wet, the head of his cock slips right in, and then the weight of my body bearing down pulls the rest of him into me.
The stretch is incredible. Like I wasn’t ready, except I was, I am, I love how he displaces that ache I’ve felt all day with a perfect feeling of beingstuffed.
“Your fucking pussy,” he growls, which I take as a compliment. “Touch your clit. Show me how you get yourself off when you’re lonely forthis dick.”
“I don’t,” I lie.
He squeezes my hips tight, holding himself inside me, and he pulls me off the door.
Shrieking, I hold on tighter to his shoulders as he turns us again, so he’s leaning back against the door and I’m dangerously, precariously bouncing on his cock.
He pumps his hips, thrusting into me, and giving me his thighs to rest on at the same time. “You just forget about sex in between our hookups?”
“Not entirely.”
