“Are you getting hard?” he asked, amused.
“So what if I am?” I shot back, laying on the country-boy drawl I knew he loved.
“Mm. What sounds good to you, baby? Fuck or get fucked?” His soft lips brushed my forehead, and I was overcome with the reminder of all the things that were nearly taken from me.
“Fuck,” I replied, aware of my need to take back control of my life. I yanked him down for another kiss.
“You wanna take out your frustration on me, baby? See your cum dripping out of me?”
“You got the test results?” I asked. God, it seemed like that trip to San Marcos had been ages ago.
He nodded. “In our inboxes as we speak.”
“Then… yeah. I definitely want to see my cum dripping from you. Get your ass ready for me.”
Oz grinned down at me, palming my biceps. “Bossy is a good look on you.”
“Why do you think I became a teacher?” I said, stepping out of the tub.
He prepped while I toweled off in my bedroom, read the email he’d forwarded to me, and then forwarded my results to him. When he appeared at the door, naked and wet, wiggling his phone at me, my jaw went slack. Winking, he tossed the phone on the side table and crawled onto the bed on all fours. Looking over his shoulder at me, he tilted his hips, putting his perfect ass on display.
I laughed for what felt like the first time in forever. “Fuck, Ozzie. I can see why the other guys knew about me right away. How was I supposed to not be mesmerized by this ass?”
He leaned down on his forearms, swaying his hips to increase the effect. “A hundred squats a day, Walker. You better be looking at my ass all the time.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, knee-walking up behind him to palm the firm muscle. Spreading his cheeks, I dove forward, licking him from his balls to his tight entrance.
“For a beginner, you’re so damn good at that,” he grunted.
Smiling, proud of myself, I continued to go after his most sensitive places. He seemed to like it when I thumbed his no-man’s-land while pushing the tip of my tongue into him.
“Fuck, baby…” He lost his battle with the words as I moved to suck and tease his balls, keeping my thumb pressed into that happy spot. Sliding a little farther down, I took his cock into my mouth, enjoying the salty taste on my tongue.
He cursed, hitting the bed with the side of his fist. I sat back on my haunches, taking in his perfect body, wet with my spit.
“Lube,” I managed to choke out, and seconds later, the bottle hit my head. “Ouch,” I said, rubbing the spot where he’d clocked me, even as I flipped open the bottle.
“Sorry, not sorry,” he threw back over his shoulder. “You’re taking me apart, country boy. My aim was always bound to be shit.”
Chuckling, I slicked my hand, pressing first my pointer, then my middle finger into him. He cursed again, clenching and releasing around me as I stroked him internally, thumb back on the button, sucking his cock for all it was worth.
“You keep doing that, and I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
“Good,” I said, then continued going after him.
He began to pant, and his balls drew up tight before I pulled away at the last second. “No,please,” he begged.
I needed those words, needed to hear him beg. Stroking my cock, I notched up against him. “You sure you’re okay with going bare?”
“So much more than okay. Please, please, please.”
I pushed inside his hot body and—ah, fuck—this feltamazing. I rested for a second, kissing the back of his neck, letting him get used to me while I tried to reel back the orgasm that threatened too soon. “I love this part of you back here, right under your ear. It’s like a secret spot where I can hang out and just kiss on you,” I whispered.
His breath hitched as my lips continued working over the sensitive skin. “It’s all yours.”
Once the stranglehold of his body let up, I rolled my hips back, then surged forward, back and forward, again and again until he was pushing up against me, his forehead to the bed as he moaned words of praise.
I gripped his hips and fucked into him as hard as I could, loving it when his body rocked with each thrust.
