“Why? It’s just for a few days. Why can’t we have fun? I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.”
His gaze meets mine, and considering how timid he looks right now, I know I’m going to have to push this.
I move in and kiss him, and he doesn’t resist me.
His tongue slides past mine, assuring me that he’s not fighting tonight.
I’m glad.
We have this hot chemistry, so why not enjoy it? Why not let ourselves get lost in the passion for what little time we have?
The sound of our kisses seem so loud—like, surely Jordan has to hear them—as we scurry out of our clothes.
When we’re naked, I push Scott back onto the bed and crawl over him.
He looks so beautiful lying beneath me, his curly bangs falling back to reveal his smooth, pale face. His eyes sparkle in the glow from the streetlight that shines through the window beside his bed, casting sharp shadows around his abs.
By now, I think we’re both pretty much sober, especially since neither of us were throwing the drinks back like we did last night.
It actually feels better because of it. The numbness that came from being wasted isn’t there, and there’s this electric energy that ignites every time I kiss him, every time my flesh touches his.
Not that it wasn’t there last night; it just wasn’t this intense, racing through me like some sort of drug, awakening every sexual impulse in my body, and making me want to take Scott like an animal.
I grab his legs, lifting them before pressing my face against his hole. I slide my tongue around inside, exploring, appreciating how good his flesh tastes.
His soft moan is the only assurance I need to know I’m giving him what he wants. That moan hits my ear just right.
I pull away briefly to remind him, “Don’t forget to keep quiet for my brother.”
He cringes, like the thought that we’re having to consider my bro weirds him out, but better him be like this than how he was this morning.
“I’m sorry for being an asshole,” he whispers.
“All good now.” I lick his hole again.
He rolls his head back on the bed while I continue my work. My dick grows even harder, but I remain patient. I want him to be good and ready to take me.
I release one of his legs and suck on my forefinger and middle finger before pushing them inside him.
“I figured I might have loosened you up a bit,” I say. “But I guess not.”
“Fuck. Just stick it in me. Please.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I suit up and add some lotion before inching into him. He’s so tight that it takes some effort to get things started, but with a little determination and a couple of thrusts, I find it’s easier than it was last night. Soon, I’m in deep with Scott whimpering, clearly trying to keep from shouting out in pleasure.
I wrap my left arm under his thigh and stroke his torso and chest with my right hand. “Fuckin’ A,” I say. “How do you keep it so tight?”
“Negligence,” he says, smirking.
I chuckle. I can’t help how much I enjoy his sense of humor.
I lean down and kiss him. He reciprocates. It’s like he just wants to lap up my saliva.
Like with last night, he doesn’t hold back.
He wraps his arms around me and strokes his hands up and down my back.
I pull away from the kiss. “Why don’t you get on your knees and take my cock like that?”
